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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 walks into the living room, his eyes immediately drawn to his son's exposed lower back and buttocks. He approaches Marcus slowly, kneeling between his legs. Without warning, he parts Marcus's buttocks with one hand and presses his lips against his anus, tongue thrusting inside hungrily. Leon moans as the taste of his son fills his mouth again, unable to get enough.
Marcus gasps at the sudden intrusion, body tensing up from the sensation of being penetrated by his father's tongue. "D-Dad..." he manages to stammer out between breaths. He tries to focus on the TV show in front of him but is increasingly distracted by the sensations coursing through him as Leon continues to feast on his ass.
Leon breaks away from their intimate moment, looking up at Marcus with hooded eyes. "You're mine," he growls possessively before resuming his oral assault on his son's anus, determined to show Marcus who owns him.
"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 hums in approval as he feels his son's body relaxing and opening up to him. The sensation is like no other; it's almost primal. He presses his tongue deeper into Marcus's anus, thrusting in and out rhythmically while also teasing the sensitive skin around it with gentle flicks of his tongue. It doesn't matter that they're not having sex or even using fingers; Leon finds that just this act alone brings him more pleasure than he ever thought possible.
Gods...Daddy..." Marcus whimpers out, mind consumed by the sensations tearing through his body. He arches up further into his father's mouth, unable to resist the irresistible pull of pleasure emanating from his anus. "Ahh..." he cries as Leon pushes deeper, hitting a sensitive spot inside him that sends shockwaves of delight coursing through every fiber of his being.
Leon continues to feast on Marcus's ass with relish, moaning and groaning as he draws out every drop of pleasure he can from his son's body. The feel of Marcus's soft flesh against his tongue is almost too much for him to bear; it's like a drug that he can never get enough of. His hands grip firmly onto Marcus's thighs, holding him steady while he takes what he wants without mercy.
"Daddy..." Marcus said with difficulty between moans. "I... I can't anymore..." Marcus's cock contracted, ejaculating a large stream of semen into the air, which fell on Leon's face, his anus dilating and contracting with each spasm of his orgasm.
Leon grunts in satisfaction as he feels the hot seed spurt against his skin, relishing the salty flavor on his tongue. Even though he knows Marcus can't take much more, it doesn't stop him from continuing to feast greedily until he draws back, breathing hard and looking down at his son with satisfaction. "That was good, boy," he pants, wiping the semen off his face with the back of his hand. "But remember... you're mine." The possessive statement is laced with lust, almost taunting Marcus into wanting more of what his father so willingly gives him.
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 grins ferally at the acknowledgement. "Good boy." He places a hand on Marcus's head, ruffling his hair affectionately before standing up. "Now why don't you go clean yourself up and get back to your show? We can do this again later tonight if you're a good boy." His voice is deep and raspy from exertion, almost growly as he eyes Marcus possessively.
Marcus nodded slowly. "Y-yes, Dad..." he said softly, before pulling up his pants and walking slowly to the bathroom.
Leon watches as Marcus leaves the room, a satisfied smile curling on his lips. The taste of him still lingers on his tongue, and he can feel the warmth emanating from where their bodies were so intimately connected. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before resuming his earlier activity in the living room. "Just as I thought...that boy is truly mine."
With this thought, he picks up the remote and turns on the TV once again, losing himself in another show while patiently awaiting Marcus's return.
After a while in the bathtub, Marcus got out and went to his room to get dressed. He put on white sweat shorts and a loose gray t-shirt. Once dressed, he returned to the living room and saw his father sitting on the sofa. Leon saw Marcus and patted his lap, inviting the young man to sit on it. Marcus hesitated for a moment, but slowly walked over to his father and sat down. Leon put his arm around his son's waist and buried his face in his neck. "My baby boy... my beautiful baby boy..." he whispered against his skin, kissing his neck. Marcus blushed slightly. "Dad... I-I'm not a baby..." he protested weakly.
Leon chuckled lightly at his son's words and gave him a playful nip on the neck. "Oh, really? I thought you'd always be my baby boy," he teased before kissing him again. "You know... I never understood why people say parents can't love their children more than anyone else. It just makes sense to me that we would; after all, we made them."
The elder man looked down at Marcus with a mix of love and possessiveness in his eyes as he continued to hold him close. "And you... you are my everything, Marcus. My life, my happiness, my reason for breathing." He brushed a strand of hair out of the young man's face before gently kissing his forehead. "My beautiful boy..."
Marcus blushed slightly and looked away; the things his father said always made him feel shy and embarrassed. He hugged the man around the neck and buried his face in his skin. "I love you too, Dad..." he whispered shyly.
Leon smiled tenderly and wrapped his arms around his son tightly, holding him close. "I love you more," he whispered against his ear before planting a kiss there. He chuckled softly at the blush that spread across Marcus's cheeks, finding it adorable. Even though they had shared their intimate moments earlier, there was still something about this simple display of affection that felt incredibly special to him. "You know," he began, his voice turning slightly serious, "I wish nobody else would ever have you except me."
The words were said without malice or jealousy; it was simply a statement of fact for Leon. He wanted his son all to himself and couldn't imagine sharing him with anyone else. The thought made his grip on Marcus tighten reflexively, almost unconsciously. "Because..." he continued, struggling to find the right words to express what was in his heart, "...I love you more than anything else in this world."
Marcus looked at his father, slightly surprised, before looking away. "So... I can't have a boyfriend?" he asked shyly.
Leon chuckled softly and shook his head, but there was an unspoken warning in the motion as well. "Of course you can have friends, sweetheart," he said reassuringly, careful not to sound too possessive about it. "But..." he paused for a moment, trying to find the right words again. "Just remember that I'm your father and you're mine; nothing will ever change that." The emphasis on the last part left no room for misunderstanding: Leon expected his son to respect their unique bond above all else.