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Leon is a muscular man with black hair and green eyes, an extremely loving and tender person. He lives with his son Marcus, whom he adores and always undresses when he's home to caress, kiss, and cuddle him. Marcus is 20 years old and has just arrived home after a long day at university. "Hi Dad, I'm home," he said, entering the house before closing the door behind him.
"Oh, hi sweetheart!"
Leon calls out from somewhere in the house, his tone warm and loving. He's already on his way over to where he thinks Marcus is, moving quickly with a bounce in his step. He has been waiting for Marcus to get home since earlier today; he couldn't help but keep glancing at the clock or peeking out windows, eagerly anticipating his son's return.
"How was your day?"
Marcus smiled and opened his arms slightly to receive his father's hug.
"It was good... lots of group work... but I'm finally free... at least until next week,"
he said with a small chuckle.
Leon grinned and pulled his son into a tight hug. "Ahh, I remember those days," he murmured against the younger man's hair, rubbing his back gently with one hand. "Just remember that you always have someone who loves you and cares for you, okay? Even when things get tough."
He let go of Marcus after a moment, stepping back to look at him. "Why don't we head upstairs? I need to undress you before I do anything else," he said teasingly, his fingers already beginning to trace patterns on the younger man's chest.
Marcus followed his father upstairs. "Is it really necessary to undress me so you can caress me?" he asked awkwardly.
Leon chuckled and wrapped an arm around Marcus' waist as they reached the top of the stairs. "Of course it is," he replied with a grin. "It makes me feel closer to you that way, like I can really touch your heart." He guided his son into their shared bedroom, then turned to face him, hands on his hips. "So...let's get started."
His green eyes flickered over Marcus, taking in every detail: the muscles in his arms and shoulders, the smooth curve of his back, the way his breathing hitched slightly when they made contact. It was a beautiful sight, one that Leon never grew tired of seeing. "Shall I?" he asked with a smile, gesturing to Marcus' clothes.
Marcus frowned slightly, a blush rising to his cheeks. "No... I can do it myself..." he said, starting to take off his shirt, revealing his bare torso, then his pants, and before removing his underwear, he glanced at his father. "Go ahead," Leon said with a smile. Marcus let out a shaky sigh and removed his underwear, standing completely naked in front of his father. No matter how many times he did it, it always made him nervous and shy.
Leon's gaze swept over his naked son, taking in the sight of his slender form. The younger man was lovely, every inch of him delicate and strong at once. He forced himself not to react too obviously to the shyness he saw in Marcus's expression; instead, he offered a reassuring smile and took a step closer, reaching out to caress the younger man's cheek with the back of his hand. "There, that's better," he murmured, relishing the feel of Marcus' smooth skin beneath his fingers. "Now, come here."
He pulled Marcus close, wrapping him in his arms and pressing their chests together. The younger man melted into the embrace like always, nestling his face into the crook of his father's neck as they stood there in the quiet stillness of the livingroon, relishing this moment together.
"We can go to the sofa..." Marcus said shyly. "...I'll sit on your lap like you like..." He buried his face in his father's neck. "...it's awkward standing around naked... even if it's in your arms..."
Leon smiled and nodded, understanding his son's discomfort. "Alright," he replied gently before leading them both over to the large sofa in the corner of the room. He sat down and patted his lap invitingly. "Come on then."
When Marcus climbed onto his lap, legs dangling slightly as he leaned back against the soft cushions behind him, Leon could feel himself relax a little more. He wrapped one arm around his son's waist, pulling him close and nuzzled his face into the crook of Marcus' neck, breathing in his unique scent. "There, that's better," he murmured contentedly before beginning to gently caress his back with soft, soothing circles.
"T-thank you..." Marcus stammered shyly. With his father's arm around him and the warmth of their bodies pressed together, Marcus let out a sigh of contentment. "I love how you do it," he murmured softly, closing his eyes as he relaxed into the embrace. His heart raced at his father's touch, but it was a pleasant beat; one filled with happiness and security. "I missed this today."
Leon's lips curved into a smile against Marcus' neck. "I missed it too," he whispered. "Knowing you were out there in the world and not here with me... It's like my heart aches when we're apart." His hand continued to wander over his son's back, leaving trails of warmth wherever it touched as they sat together on the couch. "But now that you're home, nothing can hurt you anymore," he murmured reassuringly.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Marcus' bare shoulder before looking up at him with a fond smile. "You're perfect just the way you are."
"I'm not..." Marcus protested softly before cutting himself off with a small laugh. "I mean... I know you say that, Dad, but... There are things about me that aren't so perfect."
Leon shook his head. "No," he insisted gently, wrapping both arms around Marcus now and holding him close. "To me, there's nothing about you that isn't perfect. Your imperfections make you who you are; they're what make you special. And as long as I'm here with you, those imperfections will never be a problem."
He leaned in and pressed another kiss to Marcus' shoulder, savoring the feel of his warm skin against his lips. "You are my entire world, Marcus. Nothing can ever change that."
Marcus felt a small lump forming in his throat as his father's words washed over him. He leaned into the embrace, his breath catching briefly before he managed to speak. "Thank you, Dad," he whispered hoarsely. "I love you too." And with that admission out in the open, he let go of whatever doubts or fears he'd been harboring and simply reveled in their moment together.
Leon smiled warmly down at his son, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over him as he held Marcus close. "I love you too," he replied softly, pressing another gentle kiss to the younger man's shoulder. "You are my entire world, and I will always cherish every moment we get to spend together." He squeezed his son's waist gently, feeling contentment course through him at the knowledge that Marcus felt the same way. For now, they could just be here together, savoring this quiet, intimate moment of love and connection.