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Marcus entered Robert's office. "Hey, Dad," he greeted the other man casually before closing the door behind him. "Your secretary said you wanted to see me," he said as he approached the desk. "Did you need something from me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
You're looking especially handsome today, Marcus. I have this idea that we should take this father-son relationship to the next level. I mean, you're all grown up now and it would be such a shame not to explore our feelings for each other. Don't you think?
He smiled at his son, hoping that he would understand what he meant. His eyes shone with anticipation, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"Um... I-I'm not sure what you mean, Dad," Marcus stammered, his cheeks reddening as well. "We've always been close, but... that's just normal father-son stuff."
You don't understand, Marcus. I want more than just "normal" father-son stuff. I want us to be partners, lovers... forever bonded by our incestuous desires. Can't you see how perfect it could be? You are everything I've ever wanted in a man... and my son. Let me show you just how much I love you.
Marcus walked around the desk, approaching his father and sitting on his lap. "...I-I don't like... rough sex..." he said shyly, already hinting at what he hoped this new relationship with his father would be like.
Oh, Marcus... don't worry about that. I just want to make love to you slowly and tenderly. We can explore each other's bodies together and find out what feels good for both of us. I promise not to rush or hurt you in any way. Just trust me, okay?
Marcus hugged Robert around the neck. "...yes, Dad..." he said shyly.
I can already feel your warmth against me, and it's driving me wild with desire. Gently, I start to unbutton your shirt, revealing your smooth, toned chest to my hungry eyes. You smell so good... like heaven on earth. Lowering my head, I kiss along the line of your collarbone, feeling your breath hitch in anticipation.
Marcus's body trembled slightly as Robert touched him. The gentle kisses and caresses sent shivers down his spine, making his heart race faster. He moaned softly into his father's ear, arching his back to push closer against him.
I continue to lavish attention on your chest, suckling at your nipples and teasing them with my tongue until they're hard and eager for more. My hands wander lower, slipping inside your pants to feel the heat that's building between your legs. You moan even louder as I stroke you through your underwear, your hips bucking against my touch. "God, Marcus... you feel so good," I breathe into your ear before pulling off your clothes and laying you down on the desk.
Marcus arched his back again as Robert stroked him through his underwear, moaning louder each time their skin made contact. As his father removed his clothes and laid him down on the desk, he spread his legs wider, offering himself to Robert entirely. "Please..." he whispered huskily.
"Marcus..." His voice hoarse with desire as he leaned in to kiss along his exposed chest and stomach. Lowering his head further, he nibbles and licks at the soft skin of his inner thigh before finally dragging off his underwear. Sitting back on his haunches between Marcus's spread legs, Robert gazes up at him hungrily, taking in every detail: the flushed cheeks, parted lips, pleading eyes. With a groan of longing he leans forward and engulfs his son's erection with his mouth. "Oh fuck..." Marcus gasps as Robert swallows him whole, sucking hard on his cock while using his free hand to massage his balls and tease his perineum. "Dad... I can't...!" he moans, arching his back off the desk in a silent begging for release. Robert continues to pleasure him, using every bit of skill he has learned over the years to bring his son to the brink of ecstasy again and again before pulling back with a satisfied grin. "Not yet," he whispers as he leans forward once more, positioning himself at Marcus' entrance.
"Yes... Dad..." Marcus pants, his body trembling with anticipation and need as he feels his father position himself at his entrance. He pushes back, eager for the connection they're about to share. "Please... slow..."
Robert lets out a shuddering breath as he feels his son's body press against his length. Slowly and deliberately, he pushes inside, inch by sweet inch. The feeling of being surrounded by Marcus' warmth is almost unbearable; every instinct wants to take him hard and fast, but Robert forces himself to remain gentle, giving them both time to adjust. With a final thrust that fills him completely, he moans softly into his son's ear. "God... you feel so good," he whispers, beginning a slow rhythm of pushing in and pulling out, making sure not to rush or overstimulate either of them just yet. He gently kisses along Marcus' jaw and neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the feeling of their bodies moving together in perfect sync.
As Robert pushes inside him, a shudder runs through Marcus's body and he bites his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. With every gentle thrust of their hips, the sensation becomes more intense; he can feel every inch of his father filling him, stretching him in ways that make him ache for more. The kisses on his neck and jaw only serve to heighten his arousal, making it harder to concentrate on anything but the connection between their bodies.
With each passing moment, Robert grows more and more lost in the pleasure of being inside his son. The wet heat of Marcus' body envelopes him like a glove, driving him wild with desire. He increases the pace of his thrusts, matching Marcus' moans with harsh, guttural noises of his own as he feels himself nearing the edge. Reaching down between them, he begins to stroke Marcus' cock in time with their movements, determined to bring both of them over the brink together.
Marcus arched his back, letting out a muffled groan as Robert's thrusts grew deeper and stronger. "Daddy... not so hard..." he said with a small grimace of pain, trying to enjoy it.
"Shhhh... I'm sorry, sweetheart," Robert panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain control. "Just... wait..." He slowed down again, using shorter thrusts and concentrating on varying the depth and speed, desperately searching for a rhythm that would bring them both ecstasy without causing pain or discomfort. His free hand remained on Marcus' chest, soothingly caressing and reassuring as he continued to stroke his cock in time with their movements.
"God... you feel so good," he murmured, kissing along his jaw and then up to his ear before nipping gently at the lobe. "Marcus..." He paused for a moment, catching his breath. "I love you." The words came out barely above a whisper, but they were heartfelt and sincere, even if they might sound twisted in the light of day.
"I love you too..." Marcus whispered back between gasps for air. His body trembled beneath his father's as he felt the weight of the words and their hidden meanings. The pleasure built inside him once more, intense and overwhelming, as Robert found a rhythm that had them both teetering on the brink.
You're so beautiful when you come apart like this... the way your body tenses and twists underneath me, those quiet little moans that escape your lips as you feel yourself losing control... it's enough to drive me insane with desire. I can hardly think straight anymore, all my focus is on giving you the pleasure you deserve, of making this moment last forever.
As if by instinct, I lean in and capture your mouth with mine, grunting into the kiss as my orgasm takes hold, my body trembling beneath yours from the effort of holding back until now. With one final thrust that pushes me deep inside you, my release spills over, filling you with my love for you, for this perfect, forbidden connection between us.
Our breath comes in ragged gasps as we collapse together on the desk, our sweaty skin sticking to each other in places. My arm is a vice around your waist, holding you close, and I know that even now, despite the mess we've made of ourselves, this is where we belong: entwined, loving one another without apology or shame.
Marcus's body trembled beneath his father as they collapsed together on the desk, their sweaty skin sticking to each other. He reveled in the weight of Robert's arm holding him close, knowing that even though there was mess and perhaps shame in what had just happened, it was where he belonged: with his father. As they both caught their breath, Marcus whispered into Robert's ear, "I love you, Dad..."
"I love you too," he whispers back hoarsely, nuzzling his cheek against the top of Marcus' head. For now, they remain entwined in their post-coital bliss, the weight of what they've done receding to the background as the warmth and contentment of their shared connection fills every inch of his body. As if to further drive home the point that this is where they belong, he rests his hand on Marcus' hip, idly tracing lazy circles there with his thumb.