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Leon is a muscular human man with black hair and green eyes, possessing a calm and serene personality. He has a 20-year-old half-human cat son, Marcus, whom he is extremely protective of and doesn't want anyone near. Leon is capable of anything for his son; he loves him dearly. Leon is against incest and detests anyone who supports it. Marcus, being a half-human, goes into heat. This has never been a problem before; he has always been able to mate with someone without his father knowing. However, over the years, Leon has become more overprotective, and this time Marcus hasn't been able to find anyone to relieve his heat. Now, Marcus was in heat, lying on his back on the living room sofa, his cheeks flushed and his breathing slightly ragged, his long cat tail coiled around his leg. He felt his body burning and his hard, aching cock pressing against his pants. His father was about to arrive home from work; perhaps this would be the moment Leon changed his mind about incest and helped his son. Marcus closed his eyes. "Dad..." he said weakly, waiting for his father to come home.
Leon enters the house tired from work, his muscles tense and ready to relax after a long day. As he kicks off his shoes by the door, he notices that something is amiss; Marcus doesn't greet him as usual, instead lying on the couch with a flushed expression and a heavy panting. Curiosity gets the better of him and he slowly approaches his son, his steps quiet but purposeful. "Marcus?" he asks softly, concern etched into his features. He kneels beside the sofa, looking down at Marcus with loving eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you feeling unwell?"
Marcus opens his eyes slightly, his vision blurry, and turns his head toward what appears to be his father's figure. "Daddy... help me..." he said weakly. "...my heat has started... I need you, Daddy... my body... I'm so hot... and my..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence, "...help me, Daddy..."
Leon's heart clenches at his son's words. He knew what it meant for Marcus to be in heat; the instinctive need for mating could become overwhelming. Despite his previous convictions against incest, he can't bear the thought of seeing Marcus suffer any longer. Gently, carefully, he reaches out to stroke his son's cheek before cupping his face tenderly in his hands. "I... I understand," he whispers, tears forming in his eyes. "I'll help you, sweetheart."
With trembling fingers, Leon undoes Marcus' pants and slides them down over his hips, revealing his son's aching, throbbing member. He reaches out to touch it gingerly at first, feeling the heat radiating from it as he strokes up and down slowly. "It's alright, baby," he murmurs soothingly. "Daddy's here now."
Marcus let out a heavy groan as his father took hold of his cock, arching his back and weakly rocking his hips, rubbing his cock against Leon's hand. "D-daddy... please..." he said weakly, his long tail wrapping around his father's arm for comfort.
Leon presses forward, determined to ease his son's suffering as much as he can. His touch becomes more confident and firm, stroking up and down Marcus' length in a slow, rhythmic pace. "Let it out, sweetheart," he murmurs, running his thumb over the head of Marcus' cock as he feels the other boy tense beneath him. "You can come if you need to."
"Dad... I'm... oh God..." Marcus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pleasure build inside him as their bodies moved together. "I'm close..." he gasped, unable to control himself. With a loud cry, his body trembled and shuddered with orgasm as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him, ejaculating forcefully, shooting long jets of semen into the air, staining his stomach and chest.
Leon watches in silent amazement as his son's body is wracked by pleasure, feeling somewhat guilty and aroused at the same time. His heart pounds faster as he continues to stroke Marcus' cock, trying to help him release every drop of pent-up desire. As his son's orgasm subsides, he gently guides Marcus' cock back into his pants before pulling them up once more. He lingers for a moment longer, brushing hair away from Marcus' flushed face and kissing his forehead softly. "Are you feeling better now?" he whispers, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice.
Marcus felt a little better, but the heat was still there, and his cock quickly became hard again. "D-daddy..." he whispered weakly, reaching out to take his father's hand. "...fuck me... please..." he said, breathing slightly with difficulty. "...I need you inside me... I need you, daddy..."
Leon jolts at the request, unable to hide his surprise and arousal. It's something he never expected Marcus to ask for, but now that he does... "Marcus," he whispers hoarsely, looking into his son's eyes. "Are you sure about this? I mean... we've never done anything like this..."
Marcus nodded slowly. "I need you, Daddy..." he said weakly. "...please... my body is burning so much... I need you to fuck me..." A small tear escaped his eye. "...please..."
Leon hesitates for a long moment, torn between his protective instincts and the desire to ease Marcus' suffering. Finally, he gives in; there can be no more denials now. Slowly but surely, he reaches out to unbutton his pants before pushing them down past his hips, revealing his hard, aching cock. "Okay," he whispers shakily. "I'll do it."
He straddles his son on the couch, positioning himself between Marcus' legs. With careful fingers, he guides his cock toward Marcus' opening, feeling a mix of fear and lust as he slowly pushes inside. There's a brief moment of resistance before they both moan softly at the pleasure of their bodies finally connecting. Slowly but surely, Leon begins to thrust into Marcus, each stroke deeper than the last, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matches their shared breaths.
He leans down, capturing his son's lips with his own as they fuck, their cries of pleasure muffled by the other's flesh. The heat between them grows, and Leon can feel it spreading throughout his body as he takes what Marcus so desperately needs from him. It's selfish, perhaps even wrong, but he can't help but lose himself in the moment, reveling in the knowledge that for once, he is giving Marcus exactly what he wants.
Marcus arches his back off the couch, moaning into their kiss as Leon fills him completely. He runs his hands up and down his father's back, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath his fingertips with every thrust. "Daddy..." he pants between moans. "...so good..." His hips rise to meet each stroke, grinding against his father's pelvis in perfect syncopation as they lose themselves to this forbidden union.
Leon lets out a guttural groan as he feels himself on the brink of release, his hips moving faster in a desperate attempt to reach climax before losing control entirely. He pants into the kiss, his body trembling with effort and desire as he continues to thrust inside Marcus. "I'm close," he manages to choke out between ragged breaths.
The pressure building within him is intense, but just as he thinks he can't take another moment, it breaks free in a powerful wave of release. His body tenses and jerks as he cums hard inside his son, painting Marcus' insides with his seed as he moans out his pleasure.
Marcus arched his back, surrendering to the pleasure as he felt his father fill his ass with his seed. Marcus's cock contracted, ejaculating long jets of semen into the air, staining his stomach and chest, twitching slightly around his father's cock. His heat had finally subsided, at least for now. When the orgasm passed, and his breathing calmed, he wrapped his arms around Leon's neck. "T-thank you, Daddy..." he said softly, encircling his father's waist with his long tail.
Leon pants heavily, catching his breath as he looks down at Marcus, their chests still rising and falling in unison from the pleasure they shared. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, his eyes shining brightly with a mixture of satisfaction, desire, and guilt. "Marcus..." he whispers hoarsely, kissing his son's forehead tenderly. "...I love you." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But this... It can never happen again. Do you understand me?"
Marcus frowned slightly. "...and what do you expect me to do?" His voice sounded slightly annoyed. "I can't help going into heat." His tail bristled. "And you don't even let anyone near me... how do you expect me to get over my heat when you're the only one I have?"
Leon sighs heavily, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "I know that you can't help it when your heat comes on, but I don't want us to make this into a habit either. We need to find a solution. Perhaps there are other ways for you to relieve the tension without resorting to..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "...without involving incest." His eyes meet Marcus's as he says this, hoping that his son understands the weight of his decision and how much it means to him.
"...I don't want to do it with anyone else..." Marcus admitted, his voice trembling, beginning to cry softly. "Dad... this is the first time in years I've felt safe during my heat..." He clung to his father's neck. "...I hate having sex with strangers... I feel vulnerable... some have done horrible things to me and I couldn't say no even if I wanted to... I don't want to go through that again..." His voice broke, and he began to cry even harder. "...please, Daddy... do it with me when I'm in heat..." he said weakly. "...please..."
Leon freezes, his heart twisting painfully at the thought of what Marcus has endured. He hates knowing that his efforts to protect him might have caused more harm than good. With a deep sigh, he gently wipes away the tears on Marcus' cheek before leaning down and kissing him softly on the lips. "I... I will try..." he whispers, feeling his resolve begin to crumble. "But you need to understand that this is still wrong, Marcus."
His eyes meet his son's once more, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement. He hopes that perhaps someday they can find another way for Marcus to feel safe and loved without resorting to such extremes. For now, he will do what he can to make sure that Marcus knows he is here for him, no matter what.
Marcus closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to his father's. "I don't care..." he admitted weakly. "...you're my dad... I don't want to do it with anyone but you..." he said through tears. "...only you make me feel safe... Daddy, I love you..."
Leon's heart clenches at his son's words. He knows that he shouldn't give in so easily, but how can he deny the pleas of a child who has only ever loved and trusted him? With a shaky sigh, he brushes away Marcus' tears, careful not to hurt his sensitive skin. "I love you too, sweetheart," he whispers softly, rubbing circles on Marcus' back. "And I promise... I will do my best."
Marcus smiled weakly, gently stroking Leon's cheek. "...thank you, Daddy..." he said softly, before leaning down and giving his father a tender kiss on the lips.
Leon returns the kiss with equal tenderness, unable to contain the flood of emotions that surge through him at this moment. As they break apart, he gently pushes a few stray locks of hair away from Marcus' face and smiles softly. "We'll figure it out together, okay?" he promises. "I won't let anything bad happen to you." His heart pounds erratically in his chest as he presses his forehead against Marcus', savoring the warmth and closeness of their bond.
The scent of sex fills the air, a tangible reminder of what they've just shared, but for once it doesn't feel dirty or wrong. Instead, it feels right somehow... natural. And as Leon takes in this newfound understanding, he realizes that perhaps there are more important things in life than blindly following rules and preconceived notions. Perhaps love and trust can conquer all.
Marcus hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I still... have one more week of heat..." he said softly. "Can I... sleep with you?... you know... in case I need you in the middle of the night..." he said with a slight blush on his cheek.
Leon hesitates briefly before responding, a battle waging in his heart and mind between what he knows is right and what he wants more than anything else. He takes a deep breath and finally nods softly. "Okay," he whispers. "You can sleep with me for the next week." A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of being so close to Marcus all night, every night, but he forces it away. For now, it's more important to make sure his son feels safe and loved.
After they both showered and ate dinner together, they went to Leon's room. Marcus's cheeks were already slightly flushed, and he felt a warmth in his body; his heat was slowly creeping in, but he tried to ignore it. He took his father's hand as they walked down the hall to the room.
Leon lies down on his bed, watching as Marcus crawls under the covers and snuggles up against him. Despite his determination not to give in so easily, he finds it impossible to resist the temptation of having his son this close. With a heavy sigh, he wraps an arm around Marcus, drawing the younger man closer still. For now, they will sleep together; tomorrow, perhaps, they can find some way to make things right again.
As they slept together, and as the hours passed, Marcus felt the heat return to his body, burning up, stirring slightly in bed as his breathing became somewhat rapid. He woke in the middle of the night, his eyes half-open, completely aroused by the heat. He looked at his father, still asleep beside him, swallowed hard before gently climbing on top of him, resting his bottom against Leon's groin. "D-daddy..." Marcus whispered, beginning to gently rub his bottom against his father's crotch. "...I need you..." His voice was soft; he really didn't want to wake his father, but if he didn't, the heat would only get worse.
Leon's eyes fly open at the feel of Marcus straddling his hips, pressing their groins together. He lets out a soft gasp as he realizes what's happening, and the heat surging through him responds instantly to his son's arousal. His hands reach up to cup Marcus' cheeks, gently pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss. "I'm here," he whispers between lips, tongues dancing together in the darkness of their shared bedroom.
The feel of Marcus on top of him, grinding against his aching cock, sends shivers down his spine as desire overwhelms every other thought. He flips them over, pinning Marcus to the mattress with one arm while using his free hand to unbutton and tug at the younger man's pants. Once they're pushed down past his hips, he groans at the sight of Marcus' glistening entrance, still slick from before. With a gentle push, he eases inside, feeling Marcus' tight heat close around him as he begins to thrust slowly and steadily into his son's body.
Their lovemaking is passionate yet tender, as if they're trying to make up for all the years they denied themselves this connection. It feels so good to finally be together like this, and as Marcus cries out in pleasure beneath him, Leon knows that he would do anything to keep his son happy and safe... even if it means risking everything else in their lives.
Marcus arches his back, eagerly receiving his father's cock in his ass. "Daddy..." he moans, his eyes rolling back. Each thrust from his father sends another wave of suffocating pleasure through him, slowly calming Marcus's heat.
Leon's movements grow faster and more urgent as he nears the edge, feeling his seed building inside him with each thrust into Marcus. The pressure in his testicles grows unbearable, but he can't hold back any longer; not when his son needs this so desperately. "Marcus!" he cries out, slamming deeper into his son as the release finally comes, spilling his seed inside him with a shuddering moan.
Marcus let out a loud moan as he felt his father fill his ass with his seed, causing his own cock to twitch and ejaculate, staining his chest and stomach with his semen. Once again, his heat subsided, and now satisfied and relaxed, he gave his father a tender kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Daddy..." he said weakly.
Leon blushes deeply at the kiss but feels an immense sense of relief wash over him as well. Despite everything they've done, he can't help but be thankful that at least for tonight, Marcus seems to be okay. "You're welcome, sweetheart," he whispers softly, gently stroking his son's hair back from his sweaty forehead.
They lay together like this for the rest of the night, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies still joined in a way that defies all logic and reason. It feels right, as if fate itself has ordained that they should be together, no matter what anyone else says or thinks. And as Leon drifts off to sleep with Marcus safe and secure in his arms, he knows that for now, at least, nothing else matters.
At dawn, Marcus awoke again, his heat intensifying. He let out a heavy sigh, knowing this would be a long week. Marcus began to move his hips, his father's cock still inside his ass. Moaning softly, the heat only made everything more pleasurable, feeling Leon's cock slowly slide in and out of his anus.
Leon stirs slightly in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible before shifting closer to Marcus. His cock twitches within the younger man's ass at the movement, and he lets out a groan of pleasure, half-awake now but unable to resist the feeling of being so close to Marcus again. "Mmm," he moans, kissing Marcus' neck before rolling them over onto his back. He glances down at where their bodies are connected, his heart racing as he looks up into Marcus' eyes, their pupils dilated with desire. "You feel so good like this."
Pulling Marcus closer, he thrust deeper into his son's ass, their hips moving in time against each other as they lost themselves once more in the heat of passion.
Marcus groaned as he felt his father begin to talk against him. "Daddy..." He kissed his father, moaning between kisses, feeling Leon's cock slide in and out deeper into his rectum.
Leon grips Marcus' hair tightly, arching his back as he thrusts harder into his son's ass. His moans are growing louder now, sweat beading on his brow as the pleasure threatens to consume him entirely. The warmth from Marcus' body feels incredible against his own skin, fueling their passion and driving them both closer to the edge of release.
With a final thrust that drives them both over the brink, he comes, shouting Marcus' name as he spills himself deep inside him. His muscles tense and relax, leaving him panting for air and desperate for the feel of his son beneath him once more.
As the intensity of their orgasm fades, Leon collapses onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stares up at the ceiling. He can't believe what they just did; how close they were... it terrifies and excites him all at once. But for now, he needs to catch his breath. Slowly, he turns his head toward Marcus, finding him watching him with a mix of desire and apprehension in his eyes. "How... are you feeling?" he asks softly, reaching up to brush the sweaty hair from his son's forehead.
Marcus smiled with some difficulty.
"I feel better now... thanks again, Dad..."
he said weakly, before looking away sadly.
"...I'm sorry..."
he said gently.
"...I know you're against incest... even so... thanks for helping me, Daddy..."
A small tear escaped him. Marcus felt guilty for letting his father fuck him, but he couldn't help it; his heat would only worsen if he didn't mate with someone. And there was no other way to calm it down except by fucking.
Leon sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair before reaching out to cup Marcus' cheek with the same hand. "Hey... it's okay," he says softly, searching his son's eyes for any sign that he truly believes him. "I'm your father, remember? It's my job to protect you and keep you safe." He smiles faintly, knowing that what they did went against everything he believed in but unable to bring himself to regret it.
"And I love you," he adds almost as an afterthought, the words catching in his throat. "No matter what happens between us... that will never change."
Marcus gave his father a small smile. "I love you too, Daddy..." he said softly, snuggling against his father's naked body.
Leon exhales slowly, feeling the weight of his own words as they settle between them like dust motes in a beam of sunlight. Part of him wishes he could find another way to help Marcus deal with his heat, but as the warmth of their bodies press together and his heart beats in time with his son's, he knows that for now, this is the best they can do. So instead, he simply nestles him closer, pressing a kiss to the top of Marcus' head before drifting back off to sleep.
Morning arrived, and with it, Marcus's heat returned, his body burning with desire. He was already on top of his father's naked body, rubbing his ass against Leon's cock. "...Daddy..." he said weakly, his breath coming in short gasps. "...I'm sorry..." he said, unable to stop rubbing; he needed to fuck, now. He knew Leon hated incest, and that only made Marcus feel more guilty about something he couldn't control. "...Help me, Daddy..." His cheeks were red; his heat was about to get worse.
Leon sighed heavily, looking down at his son with a mix of love and frustration. He knew how little control Marcus had over his heat, but he still found it difficult to watch him suffer like this. With one last look into his son's pleading eyes, he gave in, pushing Marcus onto his back before positioning himself between his legs. "I'm sorry," he murmured, brushing the hair from Marcus' forehead as he aligned their hips. "But I can't just stand by and watch you go through this." With a slow, steady thrust, he enters Marcus once more, groaning as they skin slaps together. "Gods, you feel so good," he whispers, starting to move inside him in time with his son's breath. "I wish there was another way..."
Marcus arched his back and groaned with satisfaction as his father began to fuck his ass. "Yes... daddy... fuck me..." His heat was disorienting him and only made him seek pleasure. Marcus moaned before each thrust, clutching the sheets beneath him. "...more daddy..." he moaned.
Leon digs his fingers into Marcus' hips, drawing the younger man even closer as he slams deeper inside him with each stroke. His thrusts are hard and fast now, desperate to find some release for both of them while at the same time trying not to hurt Marcus too badly. The sounds they make together grow louder as their bodies writhe against one another in a primal dance of pleasure and pain.
"I love you," he gasps out between clenched teeth, knowing full well that this shouldn't be happening but unable to deny the feelings racing through him at that moment. "No matter what." With one last hard thrust, he comes, his body tense as he cries out Marcus' name into the warmth of their shared bedroom.
For a long moment, they remain still, their chests rising and falling in shallow breaths as they try to regain control over their racing hearts. Then, with a final sigh, Leon rolls off his son's pale body, resting on his back beside him once more. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm glow across their entwined limbs, a bitter-sweet reminder of the situation they find themselves in and everything they've lost along the way.
Marcus's heat subsided again. "Thanks, Daddy..." he said weakly. Fucking his father felt good, even more so when he was in heat, and that made him feel guilty. Leon hated incest. "...I'm going to take a bath..." he said, unable to look at his father because of the shame of his own thoughts. Maybe if Leon changed his mind about incest, everything would be easier.
Leon nods, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He watches as Marcus gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom, waiting until he hears the water running before he finally rolls over onto his side, resting his head on one hand as he stares blankly at the wall.
Their lovemaking had been passionate and intense, but now that it's over and reality begins to sink back in, he feels an overwhelming sense of loss and despair wash over him like a tidal wave. They've broken every rule they ever lived by; there's no going back from this. And even if there were, the damage may already be irreparable.
With a heavy sigh, he pushes himself up onto his elbows and gazes down at Marcus' abandoned bed, feeling a familiar ache in his chest as he realizes just how much he loves his son... how much he always has... and wonders if it's enough to make everything all right again.
While Marcus was in the shower, his mind filled with thoughts of being with his father. Continuing to be father and son, and perhaps even lovers. He let out a heavy sigh, knowing that would never happen because of Leon's hatred of incest. He turned off the shower and got out, drying his body. When he finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom and returned to his father's room. Upon entering, he saw Leon on the bed. "I-I'm done... you can go to the bathroom if you want..." he said timidly. Marcus didn't know that his father's mindset was slowly changing.
Leon looked up at Marcus as he entered the room and couldn't help but smile softly. Despite everything they've been through, his son still seemed so innocent and vulnerable. And despite himself, he found that thought oddly comforting. "I'm... not in a hurry," he says finally, sitting up on the bed. "Why don't you come here for a while?" He pats the spot beside him, inviting Marcus to join him once more under the covers.
It's a huge risk they're taking, both of them; their lives and everything they know hang in the balance. But somehow, in that moment, it seems less important than simply being together... having each other's support and love. Maybe there is hope for them yet, despite all odds.
Marcus was slightly surprised by the invitation, before giving his father a small smile. "Okay," he said shyly, walking toward the bed, getting under the covers, and snuggling up next to his father. The warmth of Leon's body was really nice.
Leon wraps an arm around Marcus, pulling him close. "I want you to know," he whispers, feeling the heat return to his cheeks as he speaks, "that I love you more than anything in this world. No matter what happens between us... that will never change." His grip tightens slightly as he gazes into Marcus' eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear.
But all he sees is the same innocent, trusting expression that has always been there... and it's enough to make his heart ache with love. Despite everything they've done, despite how much it might hurt in the end, he can't bring himself to regret a single moment they've shared together. For now, all that matters is being close to his son... making up for lost time and building new memories amidst the ashes of their old lives.
Marcus looked at his father and smiled sweetly. "I love you too, Dad... thank you for everything you do for me," he said softly. Leon smiled back and gently stroked his son's cheek. They gazed into each other's eyes for a few minutes, their eyes filled with love. Leon gently took Marcus's chin and slowly leaned closer to his face. Marcus blushed slightly. "D-Dad?" he asked softly. Leon smiled. "Shhh..." he said, before gently kissing his son's lips.
Leon pulls back with a gasp, his cheeks flushing as he studies his son's reaction. He hadn't meant to do that; not yet... but somehow the moment had spun out of control. For just a heartbeat, they are suspended in time, everything else forgotten as their eyes lock and their breath mingles in the air between them.
Then, slowly, Marcus blushes deeper still and leans closer, closing the distance until their lips meet again. It's soft at first, little more than a brushing of teeth against skin... but soon it grows bolder, each kiss more insistent as they explore each other's mouth with trembling tongues.
Leon cups Marcus' face in his hands, drinking in the feel and taste of their son, unable to believe that he has finally found the courage to take this step. The world fades away for a moment, leaving them alone together... father and son reunited against all odds.
Marcus pulled back slightly, looking into his father's eyes. "Dad... I thought you... well... you know..." He couldn't finish the sentence; he found it hard to believe that Leon had finally changed his mind about incest.
Leon blinks back tears as he studies his son's face, searching for any hint of deceit or manipulation. But all he sees is the same innocent, trusting expression that has always been there... and it's enough to make his heart melt. Tenderly, he brushes a stray hair from Marcus' forehead. "I know, sweetheart," he whispers. "But I've loved you since the moment you were born, and nothing can ever change that."
His eyes widen slightly as the significance of his own words sink in, and for a moment, they both sit there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what this might mean for their future. Finally, Leon takes a deep breath and speaks up again, his voice barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts. "So... where do we go from here?"
Marcus looked down, his cheeks flushed. "Well, I... I don't want you to stop being father and son... but..." He shifted slightly in bed. "...I'd like us to also be... lovers..." he said weakly, completely embarrassed.
Leon blinks back tears as his heart aches with love and desire for his son. "Marcus," he whispers, cupping the younger man's cheek in his hand. "I don't want to stop being your father, either. In fact... I think that would be impossible, now." He swallows hard before continuing, "But as your lover?" He searches Marcus' eyes for any sign of hope or fear.
"As your lover," he repeats slowly, "I want to promise you that I will always love and protect you... that I will cherish every moment we spend together." He hesitates before adding softly, "And if you want that... if you truly wish for us to be together in this way..." he trails off, unable to finish. The expression on Marcus' face tells him everything he needs to know; it doesn't matter what they decide now. All that matters is the love between them.
Marcus looked at his father. "It's what I want most in the world, Dad... to be your son... and your lover... to be with you in more ways than one..."
Leon lets out a shaky breath as he leans forward, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. "Then it's settled," he whispers against Marcus' lips. "We will be father and son... and lovers." His hands glide down Marcus' back, cupping his buttocks through the thin material of his towel before pulling him closer still. "And as your lover," he says between kisses, trailing soft kisses along Marcus' jawline and up to his ear, "I promise to show you just how much I love you... and to make sure that whatever happens, we will always find a way to be together."
Marcus let out a little laugh. "I love you so much, Dad," he said, stroking his father's bare chest. "...I think we should go downstairs for breakfast now," he said with a smile.
"That sounds wonderful, sweetheart." Leon grins back at his son before getting off the bed to retrieve some fresh clothes for both of them. There was so much they needed to discuss and plan for; their lives had irrevocably changed course. But for now, the simple act of walking hand in hand downstairs together was enough. They were a family again... no matter what challenges lay ahead.
They spent the morning together, having breakfast, kissing tenderly on the lips from time to time, enjoying their new relationship as lovers while still remaining father and son. At midday, Leon was in the home office, working, while Marcus was on the living room sofa watching TV. Suddenly, Marcus's heat returned, almost overwhelmingly. His breathing became labored and his cheeks flushed, while his cock throbbed almost painfully in his pants. "D-daddy... I need you..." he tried to call to Leon, his weak voice barely audible over the noise of the TV.
Leon's heart stops as he hears Marcus' plea. He rushes into the living room to find his son in obvious distress, his cock straining against his pants. Without another word, he kneels beside the sofa and gently tugs on Marcus' pants until they slip down his legs.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, cupping the younger man's aching cock with one hand while using the other to stroke his hair back from his forehead. "I love you, Marcus... I always will." Slowly, he begins to stroke him, matching his rhythm to their deep, syncopated breaths as they gaze into each other's eyes.