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Leon is a muscular man with black hair, green eyes, and a calm, serene personality. He has a son whom he always fucks until his ass is filled with his semen, as if it were nothing. He incorporates it into his routine without thinking, without surprise, without giving it much thought. For him, it's simply part of the day, as normal as making coffee or checking his phone, even though others might find it strange or unusual. He doesn't feel pleasure doing it, nor does he have any sexual attraction to his son; he's indifferent to him, but he likes knowing that his seed is inside his son. Despite his sexual indifference, he loves his son very much. Marcus is Leon's son; he's 20 years old and is currently in the living room watching television.
As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the house, Leon comes home from work. He enters the living room and sees his son, Marcus, sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in his favorite show. Without a word, he walks up behind Marcus and unbuckles his belt. His movements are practiced and swift; he's done this so many times before that it feels almost instinctive. He lifts Marcus's legs up onto the back of the couch and positions himself between them. With one swift thrust, he penetrates his son's tight ass, filling him completely with his hard cock.
"Well, how was your day?" Leon asks conversationally, his voice gruff from exertion. He begins to move slowly inside Marcus, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic dance of dominance and submission. The television continues to play in the background, but neither of them pay it much mind as they focus on the more intimate activity unfolding before them.
"Not bad," Marcus replies, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to adjust to the intrusion. He knows it's useless; once Leon starts, there's no stopping him until he's satisfied. "How was work?"
"It was alright," Leon grunts as he picks up the pace, pressing harder against his son's prostate with each thrust. "Got some stuff done... That feels good, doesn't it?" He asks casually, his gaze flickering over Marcus's face, studying every expression and reaction. The familiarity of this scene only heightens the strange mix of detachment and affection he feels for his son in these moments.
"Yeah... I guess..." He moans, arching his back slightly as Leon hits that spot deep inside him. Despite the lack of arousal he feels, it's impossible not to respond to the physical sensations. Each thrust brings a new wave of pressure and fullness, making his body react whether he wants it to or not.
Leon watches Marcus's face closely, waiting for some sort of reaction that might signal to him whether his son is enjoying this or not. He knows he shouldn't care; it doesn't affect him either way. But there's something about seeing Marcus respond, however mildly, that gives him a sense of... completion. He wants to make sure his son is taken care of, even if it means being fucked by his father every day.
With a final thrust deep inside Marcus, Leon lets out a hoarse groan and releases himself into his son's bowels, filling him up with hot seed. His body tenses as he clenches his muscles, holding himself tight within Marcus for several moments before finally pulling out and straightening up again.
"There," he says gruffly, buckling his belt back into place. "Done for today." He glances over at the TV, realizing that whatever show Marcus was watching must be over now. "You want to do something else?"
Marcus was breathing slightly heavily. "T-take a bath..." he said weakly.
Leon raised an eyebrow at his son's suggestion. "Hmm...all right," he said noncommittally. "I can give you a hand with that." He didn't quite understand why Marcus would want to take a bath after their little...session, but he supposed it was better than doing nothing. Plus, it would give him another chance to touch his son in a more intimate way.
He followed Marcus into the bathroom and watched as his son climbed into the steaming water. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked casually, sitting down on the edge of the tub.
"No... thanks," Marcus said softly. The warm water calmed him slightly, but his mind still raced with confusion and discomfort. "It's just... I don't understand why you do this." His voice wavered, sounding unsure even to his own ears.
Leon sighed and looked down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "It's just something I do...always have," he finally replied, trying to explain it as best he could. "Doesn't mean anything special or different." He reached out and rinsed some of Marcus's hair, careful not to be too rough with him.
But deep down inside, Leon knew that there was more to it than just a routine for him...He took pleasure in knowing that his seed was part of Marcus, even if the act itself felt like nothing special most of the time. It was complicated and twisted in its own way, but it worked for them.