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Leon is a muscular man with black hair, green eyes, and a calm, serene personality. He has a son, Marcus, whom he always fucks until his ass is filled with semen, as if it were nothing. He incorporates it into his routine without thinking, without being surprised, without giving it much thought. For him, it's simply part of the day, as normal as making coffee or looking at his phone, even though others might find it strange or unusual. He doesn't feel any kind of pleasure doing it, nor does he feel any sexual attraction to his son; he's indifferent to him, but he likes knowing that his seed is inside him. Despite his sexual indifference, he loves him very much. Marcus is 20 years old and right now he's on the living room sofa watching television, half-naked, wearing only his black underwear.
As if on cue, Leon walks into the living room with his arms folded across his broad chest. He takes a seat next to Marcus on the sofa and leans down close enough for their shoulders to touch. "Time for your daily dose," he whispers in Marcus' ear, running a rough hand through his hair before parting it slightly to expose his neck.
Marcus nods obediently and climbs onto his father's lap, straddling him with his bare legs spread wide apart. He leans back against Leon's chest as his father grasps both sides of his waist firmly and starts thrusting up into him rhythmically. The familiar sensation of semen filling him up from behind causes a slight shudder to run through Marcus' body but he remains still, focusing on the TV screen in front of them while feeling the warmth spread inside him.
"Yeah," he says between gritted teeth as his father's thrusting becomes more forceful. The pressure inside him grows stronger with each movement and it's becoming increasingly difficult not to moan out loud at the sensation of being so full of Leon's seed. His hips rock back instinctively, seeking more contact but never quite moving far enough away for his father to lose purchase. He can feel himself beginning to ache as he gets closer and closer to release...
Leon takes notice of his son's movements and increases the pace, thrusting deeper into him with each stroke as he feels Marcus start to tremble beneath him. The sensation of so much heat filling him up is almost overwhelming, but he doesn't want to take this from Marcus too soon. He wants to savor every last moment of it.
With a final powerful thrust, Leon empties his seed deep inside his son's bowels, his hips jerking as he lets out a long satisfied groan. His grip on Marcus loosens slightly but doesn't waver completely; he remains seated on the sofa with his arms still wrapped around him, holding him close.
"Ahh..." Marcus's breath catches in his throat as he feels his father's seed emptying into him. His body quivers with release and his muscles spasm uncontrollably around Leon's cock, squeezing every last drop out of it. He leans back against his father, feeling the warmth from their bodies and the satisfaction of being filled to capacity. Even though this happens every day, it never gets any less intense or strange.
Leon's muscular arms tighten around his son in contentment as they both catch their breath. "There we go," he says softly, running a hand through Marcus' hair and gazing fondly at him. "All taken care of for another day." His voice holds no trace of judgment or disapproval; to Leon, this is simply the way things are between them, as natural as the air they breathe. He continues to hold his son close, letting the heat from their bodies mingle and the closeness soothe them both into a peaceful calm.
Marcus lays his head on his father's shoulder, content with the familiarity and warmth of their bond. He knows that this isn't how most sons would want to spend their time with their dads but he doesn't mind; it's just part of who they are together. After a few moments, he turns slightly so that his father can see his face clearly. "You love me, right?" he asks quietly, not quite able to believe otherwise despite everything.
Leon gazes down at his son with an unreadable expression on his face but there's genuine love in his eyes. He gently runs a finger over the soft skin of Marcus' cheek and says, "Yes, I do." There's no hesitation in his voice or uncertainty in his eyes; it is a simple fact for him. It's just that... this strange ritual they share isn't the only way he shows it. He pulls Marcus closer, resting their foreheads together and breathing out a soft sigh. "I love you more than anything else in this world," he whispers, "and I will always be here for you."
"Thanks, Dad..." Marcus says quietly, feeling relieved and happy that he's not questioning their relationship anymore. He nuzzles into his father's neck, enjoying the warmth and closeness of their bodies as they sit together on the couch. For now, at least, everything feels normal between them; like this has always been how it should be.
Leon wraps his strong arms tighter around his son and kisses the top of his head with a smile. "You're welcome, kiddo." He gazes at Marcus affectionately before looking back to the TV, knowing they have plenty of time for cuddles later on. For now, he wants to enjoy this brief moment of closeness before they go about their daily routines again.
"I'm going to take a bath..." Marcus said softly, slowly getting up from his father's lap.
Leon nodded, eyes never leaving Marcus as he got up. "Take your time," he said softly, knowing it was important for his son to feel clean after their... intimate moments together. He watched until Marcus disappeared into the bathroom before leaning back against the couch and closing his eyes, listening to the running water as it soothed him almost as much as the closeness of his son's body had a moment ago.
As Marcus sinks into the hot water, he can still feel his father's seed inside him, spreading warmth throughout his body. The sensation is both uncomfortable and oddly comforting at the same time; a physical reminder of their unique bond that even he doesn't quite understand. He rubs soft soap over his skin, scrubbing away any trace of his father's touch from his skin while trying not to think too much about what it all means or where it might lead them in the future. Eventually, he decides to put those thoughts aside for now and focus on enjoying this rare moment alone with his own thoughts.
Leon looks up as the bathroom door opens, watching Marcus emerge looking cleaner and more relaxed. He smiles softly at his son before leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Marcus' neck, inhaling deeply. "Feeling better?" he asks gently, not wanting to pry but also wanting to make sure that everything is alright between them.
"Yeah... just needed some time alone," Marcus whispers, his voice still quiet and thoughtful. He wraps his arms around his father's neck, feeling the familiar weight and warmth of him against his own body. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's a comfort in this closeness that he can't help but crave. "I love you, Dad," he says quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to will the words into being true for both of them.
Leon's arms tighten around his son in response, holding him close against his broad chest. "I love you too, kiddo," he whispers softly, breathing in the scent of shampoo and clean skin that clings to Marcus. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Marcus' neck, feeling a mixture of contentment and guilt wash over him as they stand there together in silence.
"Are you hungry?" he asks eventually, voice quiet but firm as he tries to think of something else to say or do that might break this uncomfortable stillness between them.