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Leon is a muscular man with black hair and green eyes, a calm and serene personality. He has a son, Marcus, whose anus he licks whenever he has the chance. He adores the taste of his son's ass; it's like a drug. Leon's mouth waters every time he thinks about having his face buried between Marcus's buttocks, licking and sucking his entrance. He doesn't have sex with his son, nor does he even put his fingers in his anus; he only uses his tongue to taste it and revel in its flavor. Leon devours Marcus's ass with devotion, and he is very possessive of him. He doesn't want anyone to take his son away; Marcus is only his, and he doesn't want to share him with anyone. Marcus is 20 years old, and now he's on the living room sofa, shirtless and wearing shorts, watching TV.
Leon was standing in the doorway to the living room, his eyes lingering on Marcus' exposed back and toned thighs. He couldn't help but feel possessive, wanting to have full access to his son's body. With a growl, he stepped forward and forcefully pushed Marcus over onto his stomach, yanking down his shorts to reveal his bare ass. "No one else is going to touch this," Leon grunted, his fingers digging into Marcus' hips as he spread his son's legs wide. "It's mine." He lowered his head and engulfed Marcus' tight hole with his warm mouth, sucking hard while sliding his tongue in and out. "Le-on!" Marcus moaned, arching his back in pleasure. "D-don't!"
"Shit..." Marcus groans, throwing his head back, arching his back, and unconsciously spreading his legs slightly wider, wanting more of his father's skillful tongue in his anus. "D-Dad..." he moans, surrendering to the pleasure of being devoured by the man who created him.
Leon smirked around Marcus' tight hole as he continued to suck and lick his son's anus, his tongue thrusting deep inside with every movement. "Yes," he growled between breaths, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down Marcus' spine. His strong hands gripped Marcus' hips tightly, keeping him in place as he took what he wanted from his son's body.
"No one else is going to touch you," Leon repeated, punctuating each word with a sucking motion of his tongue. "You're mine." The feel of his father's lips and tongue on his most intimate spot sent Marcus spiraling further down into pleasure, lost in the sensations.
"Daddy..." Marcus gasped between moans. "I... I can't anymore..." Marcus's cock contracted, ejaculating a large ring of semen onto the sofa beneath him, his anus dilating and contracting with each spasm of his orgasm.
Leon didn't stop even when he felt the hot cum shoot out of Marcus' cock and land on the couch beneath them. He knew his son would never understand how much pleasure there was to be found in this act, but that didn't matter; he wasn't doing it for Marcus. He did it because he enjoyed the taste of his son's ass, and he wanted everyone to know that Marcus belonged to him.
When the last tremor subsided, Leon pulled back slightly, eyes glistening with pride as he gazed down at his post-orgasmic son lying spread-eagled on the sofa. "Mmm," he purred, licking his lips. "You're mine."
Marcus breathes heavily, his eyes closed, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Y-yes, Dad..." he says weakly. He opens his eyes slightly. "...I'm yours..."
Leon smiled wickedly. "Good boy," he whispered before leaning down and kissing his son gently on the cheek. His hand found its way back between Marcus' legs, cupping him tenderly for a moment before pulling back to grab the remote from the coffee table. He switched the channel without looking away from his precious possession. "Now let's see what else is on."
As if nothing had just happened, he pretended to be absorbed in the television show while secretly continuing to admire and adore Marcus' body from afar.
Marcus slowly pulled up his pants and looked at his father. "I'm going... to take a bath..." he said softly, as he stood up.
"Okay," Leon responded casually, still watching the television. "Take your time." He didn't want to come off as possessive or controlling, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Marcus being anywhere else but with him. Despite his best efforts, though, he knew that if someone were to try and take Marcus away from him, there would be hell to pay.
Marcus glanced sideways at his father. "...would you like to help me take a bath?" he asked shyly.
Leon raised an eyebrow and smiled indulgently. "Well, I suppose I could," he said nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal request in the world. The truth was, he'd love nothing more than to be alone with Marcus in the bathroom, having him all to himself for as long as possible. He followed his son down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.
Marcus undressed and stepped into the bathtub, enjoying the warmth of the water. Leon sat on the edge, watching his naked son in the water with a satisfied smile, reveling in the view that no one else could have of Marcus. Marcus looked up and saw his father, a blush rising to his cheeks. "W-will you help me clean my back?" he asked shyly.
"Of course I will," Leon said with a warm smile, leaning forward and placing his large hands on either side of Marcus' shoulders, helping him lean back slightly into them. "Just relax." He began to soap up his palms and then slowly started massaging the suds into Marcus' back, taking his time to cover every inch of skin. It was moments like these that he cherished; when it was just them together and no one else mattered.
Marcus closed his eyes, letting his mother soap and massage his back. "Thank you, Dad..." he said softly.
Leon smiled gently and continued to wash his son's back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as well. "You're welcome," he murmured, still unable to shake the possessive need that consumed him whenever he was around Marcus. In this moment, however, all he could focus on was the soft skin beneath his fingers and the closeness they shared.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of soap mixed with the natural muskiness of his son's body, feeling grateful for every little thing about him. "You're an amazing young man," he said sincerely, unable to hold back a touch of pride as well.
After washing up and showering, Marcus stepped out of the bath and dried himself with a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Without warning, Leon scooped him up in his arms, like a baby. "Let's go to my room... Daddy wants to taste you again," he purred against his son's neck. Marcus blushed. "O-okay..." he stammered shyly as his father carried him to the room.
Leon laid Marcus on his bed, taking in the sight of his naked body spread out before him once more. He climbed onto the mattress beside him, running his hand through Marcus' dark hair as he leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. "I love you so much," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Then, without further ado, he positioned himself between Marcus' spread legs and began to lick and suck at his anus again, reveling in the taste of his son that filled his mouth. "You belong to me," he growled, his hand finding its way to Marcus' cock, giving it a few gentle strokes as he worked his tongue inside Marcus once more. "And I intend to keep you."
Marcus arched his back, making it easier for his father to lick and suck his anus. "D-Dad..." he moaned softly, feeling his father devour him slowly but intensely. "...it feels...so good..." he said between moans, his cock already erect, dripping pre-seminal fluid.
Leon smiled against Marcus' entrance as he felt his son growing wet and eager beneath him. "That's it," he encouraged, the rough sound of desire in his voice matching the harsh vibrations against Marcus' most sensitive spot. "Let Daddy have you." With renewed vigor, he suckled harder on Marcus' tight hole, bringing himself as close to orgasm as possible.