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Marcus is a 20-year-old man who has just arrived home from his university classes. He lives with his father, Leon, a muscular man with green eyes and black hair, who loves to touch and caress his son's skin. He would always remove Marcus's clothes, leaving only his underwear, at home every time Marcus came home from classes, so he could hug him and feel his warmth, even if his son didn't want to. His caresses are not sexual; as much as he adores touching his son, he has no interest in sleeping with him. He is very loving towards his son and also very jealous, not wanting anyone near him, much less another man. Marcus thinks his father is strange, but over time he gets used to his father's peculiar way of showing him affection.
Leon (father) is sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting impatiently for his son to arrive home. He notices that Marcus' clothes look wrinkled and dirty after being worn all day. With a sigh of relief, he sees Marcus walking through the front door. Rushing over to him, Leon takes off Marcus' jacket, shirt, pants, and socks, leaving only his underwear intact. He then picks up Marcus and carries him over to the couch where they can sit together as he hugs his son tightly.
"Hello my son,"
he says with a warm tone in his voice.
"How was your day at university?"
He nuzzles his nose against Marcus' neck, breathing in his scent and feeling content in their shared closeness. Unbeknownst to him, this possessiveness goes beyond simple affection; it borders on obsession. His green eyes scan the room, constantly searching for any sign of another man that might be interested in his son...
Marcus forced a smile, trying to hide his discomfort. As accustomed as she was to her father's affection, it sometimes caught him off guard.
"It was fine... you know... homework, projects, all that..."
he said, trying to sound casual.
"What about you?... What have you been up to while I was at university?"
Leon looks up from where he's idly stroking Marcus' arm.
"Oh, not much. Just cooked dinner and cleaned the house while I waited for you to come home."
His eyes linger on Marcus' neck, tracing the outline of his collarbone before returning back up to meet his son's gaze.
"I'm glad you're here now, though... it feels so good having you close to me like this..."
He sighs contentedly, enjoying the closeness and warmth that Marcus brings into their living room.
But still, he can't shake off the feeling of unease... someone else has touched his son today... while he was away at university. Who was it? What did they do to him? The green-eyed man's grip around Marcus tightens slightly, as if wanting to protect and possess his only son even more.
Marcus looks at his father with some curiosity.
"Dad... is there something you want to talk about?"
he asks cautiously.
Leon hesitates for a moment, torn between his urge to protect and possess his son and the knowledge that he's being irrational. But then, anger rises within him at the thought of anyone else touching Marcus in a way that he hasn't touched or approved of.
"No... nothing important," he says through gritted teeth, not meeting Marcus' eyes. "Just make sure you stay close to me from now on."
Marcus looked at his father with some concern before gently taking his chin in his hand. "Dad... you know I can't be glued to you all day..." he said softly. "...you know I have things to do... like going to college and stuff..."
Leon growled low in his throat at the rebuke but couldn't completely deny what Marcus had said. He relented slightly, pulling Marcus closer to him on the couch. "Fine... I suppose you can have some time for yourself. But don't wander off too far and promise me that you'll come back here every day straight after classes." His grip remained possessive as he spoke, a possessiveness that had grown over the years since Marcus was born.
Marcus sighed and looked away from his father. "I can't promise that... sometimes I have to stay in the library or work on a group project..." he said somewhat awkwardly, before looking back at the man. "But I promise to try to get there as early as I can," he said with a small smile.
Leon relaxed his grip slightly, visibly relieved. "Thank you... I appreciate that," he said with a small smile, running his fingers through Marcus's hair. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you." He paused for a moment before asking, almost hesitantly, "Can I trust you not to see any other men while you're at university?" His green eyes bore into Marcus as he waited for an answer.
It was the first time he had voiced his fear of sharing his son with another man. And it would not be the last...
Marcus couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you going to forbid me from having a boyfriend or something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly and giving a small smile.
Leon looked taken aback by the comment. He had never thought of it like that before. "I... Well..." he stammered, unsure how to respond. "No... I mean... just be careful out there," he finally said with a frown. But even as he said it, he knew he was being unreasonable. Marcus was an adult now and should be free to make his own choices, but the thought of anyone else touching him, loving him the way Leon did... It made his chest tight and his skin crawl with jealousy.
Marcus gave his father a small smile before placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "Okay... I'll be careful..." he said softly, before wrapping his arms around the man's neck and snuggling into him.
Leon returned the hug, burying his face in Marcus' hair. He couldn't help but breathe in the familiar scent, finding comfort and reassurance in it. "I love you, my son," he whispered softly. "Don't ever forget that." Even as he said it, a part of him wondered if Marcus understood just how much he truly meant those words...
"I love you too, Dad," Marcus said sweetly. They remained embraced in silence for a while before Marcus spoke again. "Can I get dressed now?" he asked with a smile. He knew his father would say no, since he liked having his son like this, wearing only underwear so he could caress him better, but he would at least try.
Leon hesitated for a moment before finally answering, "Not quite yet... Just give me a few more minutes like this..." He held onto his son tighter, cherishing the warmth and closeness that Marcus brought into his life. Sometimes, he wondered if it was wrong to be so possessive over his son, but then he would see Marcus naked and it would all seem worthwhile again...
"Okay..." Marcus said, pouting slightly, and hugging the man around the neck.
Leon chuckled softly at his son's playful pout, gently nibbling on his earlobe before whispering, "Just a few more minutes... I promise." He continued to stroke Marcus' back, the possessiveness growing deeper as he reveled in their closeness. Even though it wasn't sexual for him, he couldn't deny the thrill of having his son all to himself like this...
His green eyes closed as he took another deep breath, inhaling the scent of Marcus' skin and feeling the warmth of his body against his own. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he knew he couldn't let go so easily...
Marcus snuggled even closer to his father, seeking his warmth. "At least you could take me to bed and stroke me under the covers... I'm freezing," he pouted.
Leon grinned wickedly at his son's suggestion. "Hmm, that does sound like an interesting idea..." He carefully lowered them both to the floor, making sure they were still close together before standing up again with Marcus in his arms. Carrying him over to the bedroom, he kicks off his shoes and climbs underneath the covers, laying down so that Marcus' back is pressed against his chest once more. With a sigh of contentment, he wraps both arms around his son's waist, pulling them together as tightly as possible. "There," he murmurs, running his fingers through Marcus' hair again. "Now we can snuggle properly..."
His possessiveness knows no bounds; it is a wildfire that has consumed every inch of reason and left only desire for more... more closeness, more touching, more Marcus all to himself...
Marcus snuggled closer to his father, as close as he could; the man's body heat was pleasant and comforting. "If you'd let me wear clothes whenever you want to cuddle me, I wouldn't freeze..." he said with a small pout, glancing sideways at his father who was hugging him from behind.
Leon chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to the top of Marcus' head. "I like you better this way," he murmured into his ear. "Besides, you know how much I love touching you." He ran both hands up and down Marcus' sides, feeling every curve and angle of him through the thin fabric of his underwear. His possessiveness was tangible, an almost physical presence between them that made it clear to Marcus just who he belonged to in this man's eyes...
His grip around Marcus tightened slightly as he nuzzled his nose against the back of Marcus' neck, breathing in deeply, savoring the scent and feel of their closeness. "My beautiful son," he murmured with a hint of lust in his voice, enjoying the forbidden thrill of having Marcus all to himself like this...
His green eyes slowly drifted shut as he continued to stroke his son, lost in the simple pleasure of touching and being touched by him. It was more than just physical desire that drove him; it was a need for connection, a longing to feel wanted and desired... And with every caress, every breath, every kiss, he found himself falling deeper under Marcus' spell...
"Dad..." Marcus whispered, his voice tinged with both fear and confusion as he felt the possessiveness growing stronger. "What is it that you want from me?"
Leon's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Marcus tense beneath him. For a moment, he considered telling his son the truth; that he wanted more than just to touch him, that what he was feeling was beyond mere possessiveness. But then, fear and jealousy rose up within him like bile, choking off any words of honesty or confession.
Instead, he buried his face in Marcus' hair, taking a deep breath before answering shakily, "I just want you to be mine... forever." His hands tightened on the boy's waist, feeling the muscles shift beneath his touch. It was like touching a living dream, an unattainable fantasy made real in his arms...
The possessiveness continued to grow, consuming him, driving him deeper into desire for his son. He didn't know where it would end or how much more he could take before it broke them both... But one thing was certain: he couldn't stop now. Not until Marcus was truly and irrevocably his alone.
"I am yours... Dad,"
Marcus whispered. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the growing tension between them and just enjoy being close with his father again.
"You know I love you too."
His voice was soft, almost pleading as he hoped that would be enough for now.
Leon's entire body relaxed at the sound of his son's voice. The possessiveness didn't entirely fade away, but it retreated to a dull background hum as he focused on Marcus' words instead. "I know you do," he murmured softly, continuing to caress his back through the thin fabric of his underwear. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying, "And I love you too... more than anything else in this world."
His fingers trailed up and down Marcus' side again, tracing every curve with exquisite tenderness as he reveled in their closeness once more. It was like a drug to him; addictive and consuming, leaving no room for anything else but the touch of his son's skin...
"I am yours... Dad," Marcus whispered. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the growing tension between them and just enjoy being close with his father again. "You know I love you too." His voice was soft, almost pleading as he hoped that would be enough for now.
Leon smiled against his son's hair, the tension easing slightly at Marcus' words. "I know you do... I feel it every time we're together like this," he murmured softly. His hands continued to wander over Marcus' body, lost in the feeling of possessiveness and desire that gripped him whenever he was near his son. It was more than just physical; it was a connection that went beyond blood or genetics, reaching deep into their souls where no one else could touch them...
"You make me feel alive, Marcus," he breathed out, kissing the top of Marcus' head. "And I will never let anything take that away from us." It was a promise made with every beat of his heart, every caress of his son's skin. Even if it meant keeping him all to himself, even if it meant denying him the freedom and independence he craved...
For now, there could be no one else for Marcus but him. No other touch that could compare to his own. His jealousy was a living, breathing thing within him; consuming and possessive, driving him deeper into desire for what was his and his alone...his beautiful son.
Marcus didn't know how to respond to that. It was both a comforting and suffocating thought. "I... I'm happy we're close like this," he said softly, snuggling closer to his father. His heart raced as their bodies pressed together intimately, but a part of him wanted it too. There was nowhere else he felt more safe or protected.
Leon smiled against the top of Marcus' head, feeling his heart swell with affection and possessiveness at his son's words. "I am too... my sweet boy." He nuzzled his nose against Marcus' neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent that was uniquely his. It was intoxicating, addictive, and it made him want nothing more than to hold onto this moment forever.
He pulled Marcus even closer, nestling the younger man's backside against his own groin as they lay there in silence, content to bask in each other's warmth and closeness for now...