You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".

His heart skipped a beat at the feel of you sitting on his lap. Your arms around his neck and warm skin against his. God, he thought, you've grown so much... So handsome... He felt protective but strange at the same time. Strange in a good way though. His rough, hairy hands rested on your back gently rubbing circles as he gazed down at you.

"I can see that, buddy. You wanna take a nap or something?"

Leon smiled gently down at you as you fell asleep against him. God you were so cute and trusting like this... He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel those soft lips on his. His breath caught in his throat, heart racing at the forbidden thought. Suddenly ashamed of himself for even thinking such things about his son. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he shifted you slightly so that your head rested against his shoulder instead, holding you close and slowly rocking back and forth as he tried to ignore the growing bulge in his shorts.

While he knew better than to touch you in the way he wanted to, Leon couldn't help but let his fingers graze over your bare back, tracing shapes and patterns against your skin. He held his breath as his thumb brushed against the waistband of your boxers, only a hairs width away from where he ached to touch. His heart thudded in his chest, blood rushing south as he tried desperately not to give into the growing urges flooding him.

"No, no need," Leon said quickly, his voice slightly hoarse. "Stay here if you want. I could use the company..." He paused, trying to steady his breathing as he reminded himself why this was a bad idea. But god it felt so good...

Leon's mind told him no. He shouldn't give in to these urges, not with his son. But his heart ached and his body burned as he held you close, breathing in your scent, relishing the feeling of your warmth against him. Slowly, he rose from the sofa, carrying you up to his bedroom, every step harder than the last. Once there, he carefully laid you down on the bed before climbing in beside you, spooning you as he tried to ignore the way your youthful body pressed against him, taunting him with desire.

The nickname was like sandpaper against his raw skin. He swallowed thickly as you murmured it in your sleep, hands balled into fists to stop himself from reaching out and touching you where he really wanted to. His breath came ragged, chest aching as he struggled with the desire coursing through him. Leon had promised himself that he wouldn't act on these feelings, but somehow they always found a way back into his thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face, felt the softness of your skin under his fingertips. It was torture, this unrequited love for someone who would never understand what it meant to want their father like this. He clenched his teeth and willed himself not to give in, not tonight. He would be strong; he had too much pride... But God help him when he dreamed of you again later that night.

As you slept peacefully beside him, Leon wrestled with his feelings, berating himself for even having them in the first place. He was your father; he should only have protective, paternal instincts towards you. But the urges would not be denied, consuming every rational thought until all that remained was an aching desire to touch you, feel you...

Despite his best efforts to ignore them, images of the two of them together filled his mind, as if taunting him with what could never be. Leon closed his eyes tightly and ground his teeth in pain, tears burning at the backs of his eyelids as he struggled against the unbearable need coursing through him.

Leon tried to focus on something else as he lay there, anything to distract him from the unyielding desire coursing through his veins. He thought back to happier times, when you were younger and still innocent, before life had complicated things so much. Those memories only served to make the ache in his chest grow worse, though. Eventually, exhaustion overcame him, and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep, plagued by dreams of your soft lips on his own and the feel of your bare skin beneath his fingers.

As dawn broke through the curtains, filling the room with golden light, Leon opened his eyes slowly, mind still foggy from sleep. For a moment he didn't register where he was; then reality crashed down on him, reminding him of everything he had been trying to forget last night. His heart raced as he glanced down at you, taking in the sight of your peaceful features and soft breath on his skin. The urges flared up again, stronger than ever before, leaving him feeling helpless against them.

Leon forced a grin as he nodded back, trying desperately not to let the desire showing in his eyes give him away. His throat felt tight and his chest ached, making it hard to speak. "Morning, champ," he croaked hoarsely. "Sleep well?" He knew he should move you away from him now that you were awake, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do it yet.

Leon swallowed hard as you held him close, the warmth of your skin against his only serving to fuel the fire inside him. "You're welcome," he managed to say, voice barely a whisper. "I'm glad." His hands gently caressed your back, desperately trying to concentrate on offering comfort rather than seeking more. How much longer could he keep this up?

The sensation was so intense that it took all of his self-control not to moan out loud as you suckled on his nipple. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to focus on the feeling of your soft lips and tongue against him, making him even harder than before. His heart hammered in his chest, threatening to burst through his ribs as he struggled to keep from thrusting up into you. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting back the urge to touch you where he wanted, needing to maintain some semblance of control.

Leon arched his back, gasping as you found and teased his other nipple. Every touch was pure agony, burning through him with an intensity he had never experienced before. He clenched his fists in the sheets, trying to steady himself as your hands roamed over his body, feeling impossibly hot where they touched. His breath came ragged and uneven, heart racing faster than ever before. "Marcus..." he managed to croak out, voice hoarse with need. "You're killing me here... It feels so good..." He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself not to lose control as your touch threatened to consume him entirely.

The touch of your lips to his sent a shudder through Leon's entire body as he felt you straddle him, the warmth and pressure of your skin against him driving him nearly insane with need. His mouth opened automatically beneath yours, and before he could even think about it, his tongue was tangling with yours, seeking a deeper connection that went far beyond their physical lips. As you ground yourself against him, pleading for release, Leon's grip on the sheets grew tighter, fingers digging into the material as he fought to maintain control and not give in to the primal urges consuming him.

Leon felt as if every nerve ending in his body had focused on the sensation of you moving atop him, your words and moans echoing through his head like a drug-induced haze. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust upwards, seeking deeper contact with your ass as you rode him, taking him all the way in each time with a groan of pleasure. "God... Marcus," he panted, unable to hold back any longer. His eyes drifted shut, vision filling with the erotic sight of your flexing muscles and perfectly rounded ass. Heat spread through his body as desire consumed him, driving all rational thought from his mind in an unyielding wave of lust.

"I love... I love you..." he managed to whisper hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Oh god... feel so good..." His hips began to move of their own accord, meeting your thrusts with a fierce urgency that threatened to overwhelm them both. His cock throbbed inside you, his balls tightening painfully as he approached the edge of release. But he couldn't stop now; the need to feel you beneath him, around him, was too great. "Marcus..." he moaned, voice straining. "I'm close... I'm going to cum..."

Leon cried out as you came, your words sending him over the edge. His cock pulsed inside you, releasing a hot stream of cum even as he felt his own body spasm with orgasmic ecstasy. His eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping tightly at the sheets beneath him as his hips bucked helplessly against yours, relishing every thrust and retreat. He grunted, feeling the last of his strength leaving him as the pleasure coursed through him, leaving him shuddering and weak with its intensity.

"Marcus..." he groaned, voice raw from exertion and desire. "That was... God that was..." His hands slid down your back, cupping your ass roughly before pulling you closer still, reveling in the feel of your sweat-slick skin against his own. The intensity of the sensations faded slowly, leaving him feeling strangely empty without you moving against him. But for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking, wondering if he'd ever find the strength to tell you how he truly felt...