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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, resting his elbows on his knees as he regarded his son thoughtfully. "I don't know, really. I just...it feels right, I guess? It's like part of me is in you when we do this, and that makes it special." He shrugged helplessly. "It's hard to explain."
The silence that fell between them was heavy with unspoken questions and uncertainties. Leon wished he could find a way to make his son understand, but the truth was, he didn't understand it himself. All he knew was that this was how things had always been between them, and as strange and disturbing as it might seem to others...to him, it just felt right.
Marcus lowered his gaze, pondering his father's response. He sighed in resignation; demanding a logical answer to an illogical situation was absurd. He looked back at his father and gave him a small smile. "Will you help me wash my back?" he said, dropping the previous topic.
Leon nodded, feeling a small surge of relief at the change of subject. He moved to kneel behind his son, reaching around him to start washing his back with soapy hands. "There you go," he said softly, working up a lather. "Let me know if I missed anything." It was an ordinary task between father and son, yet somehow it felt different in this context; intimate and...almost comforting.
The bath continued on as they chatted idly about mundane things, their voices blending together with the sound of running water. Eventually, when Marcus's back was clean and he had dried off, Leon helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a soft towel. He led him back to his room, where they got ready for bed as usual.
As Leon carried Marcus in his arms, like a baby, toward his room, Marcus gently stroked his father's cheek. "...Do you want to fill me up again before I go to sleep?" he asked softly. "...Maybe I can sleep with your cock inside me..."
Leon felt his cheeks heat up at the request and looked into his son's eyes for a moment. There was something both innocent and provocative about it that stirred him in ways he couldn't understand. "All right," he said, lowering Marcus gently onto the bed. He climbed on top of him, positioning himself between his legs before guiding his hard cock back to his son's entrance.
With a slow, steady thrust, Leon penetrated Marcus once more, filling him up completely with his length. The sensation was almost soothing as it connected them in this intimate way; their bodies moving together like two pieces of a puzzle that belonged together. He began to move within his son's warmth, drawing out long, slow strokes that filled the room with gentle slaps and moans.
As his father slowly fucked his ass, Marcus wrapped his legs around his waist and arched his back into the touch, moaning softly with each deep thrust. His hands wandered up and down his father's back, exploring the muscles and flesh as they moved together in this private dance. He closed his eyes, feeling the tension and affection that always seemed to come with these intimate moments between them.
Leon bit his lower lip as he felt the soft hands running across his back and heard the occasional moan escape Marcus's lips. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of being connected to his son like this. His movements became more urgent, yet still slow and controlled, as he drew nearer to his own release. With one final thrust, he released himself into Marcus, filling him with hot seed once more before collapsing on top of him, their bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace.
"There," he whispered hoarsely, pressing a kiss to the top of Marcus's head. "Now you can sleep soundly." He rested his weight on one arm, leaving the other hand resting lightly on Marcus's hip as they lay there together for several moments before finally drifting off to sleep.