تسجيل الدخول“Night.”They watched her go up the stairs until they heard the room door shut behind her. Kielan let out a deep sigh. “That was close.”“I doubt she suspected a thing.” Miguel turned to face his father. “She's gone, Daddy,” he whispered as he twisted on his father's lap, turning to face him properly, straddling those thighs. The movement pressed his swollen nipples against Kielan's chest, and he gasped at the contact. “It's just us now.”Kielan's hands hovered in the air for a few seconds before settling on Miguel's waist. "Miguel—"“Touch them, Daddy.” Miguel guided his father's hands upward, pressing his palms against his chest. “Feel how big they're getting. Feel how sensitive.”Kielan's fingers grazed the swollen nubs, and Miguel's breath caught. His father's thumbs circled the stiff peaks, testing their size. They were undeniably larger than they had been weeks ago, rounded and soft.Kielan's thumbs pressed harder, working the tender flesh, and Miguel let his head fall back.“
Kielan's hand moved, like a hypnotised man. His thumb shifted, and his index finger found the entrance, pressing against it with gentle pressure.“Yes,” Miguel breathed. “Yes, Daddy. Right there.”The pressure increased. There was just a brief resistance from him before his father's finger pushed inside.Miguel gasped. “Oh. Daddy—”Kielan let out a curse as his finger pushed deeper, sliding into the second knuckle. “Fuck. Miguel, you're so—”“Warm?” Miguel's voice came out breathy. “I told you, Daddy. Your little girl is so warm inside.”His father's finger curled, pressing against something that made Miguel's vision blur. A shock of pleasure shot through his body. He moaned, loud and desperate, grinding back against that finger.“There,” Miguel gasped. “Right there, Daddy. Don't stop.”Kielan's finger moved inside him, slow and careful, exploring the tight heat of his son's body.Miguel's hips moved in rhythm with his father's finger, grinding down and taking him deeper. “You feel th
“You don't need to be to help me.” Miguel pressed his father's hand flat against his chest. His nipple pushed against Kielan's palm, and Miguel let out a shaky breath. “Just… touch 'em. Make 'em feel better.”On the other couch, his mother laughed at the television, unaware of what was happening a few feet away from her. She didn't know her innocent son was seducing his father and making the poor man do what he wanted.Kielan's thumb moved, and he stroked the sensitive peak. Miguel's breath hitched. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Like that.”“They're—” Kielan swallowed as his thumb circled the nipple. “They're really swollen.”“Told you.” Miguel's voice dropped to a whisper. He shifted on his father's lap, and Kielan's cock brushed the inside of his thighs. “Touch the other one, too. It hurts just as badly.”He took Kielan's other hand and guided it to his left nipple, pressing the palm flat against his chest. Now both of his father's hands cupped his swollen peaks.Kielan's thumbs moved toget
A father is seduced by his transitioning son, who had been fantasising about him since he was a kid. …Miguel padded across the worn carpet on bare feet. The hem of his skirt swished against his thighs as he walked. He had a small smile on his lips as he thought of how to perfect his plans. His father sat on the couch with a glass of beer in his hand, watching a movie he was trying so hard to get into, but he couldn't. He was only there just because his wife asked him to, not because he had any interest in the movie. His wife was curled into the far corner of the other couch, wrapped in her world. She fixed her gaze on the movie and, unlike her husband, she was into it. It was, after all, the movie she chose. Miguel crossed the room in four easy strides and settled onto his father's lap. He placed one leg on either side of Kielan's thighs, and the skirt rode up to expose the pale skin of his hips. “Hey, Daddy,” he said sweetly, acting all innocent, like he didn't know what he was
“He said I came like a slut,” Richy gasped, the words tearing out of him, "For my doctor.”“And then he filled you.” Jax leaned in, his breath hot on Richy’s wet flesh. “He came inside my boyfriend.”“Yes.”“Did you feel it?” Jax’s tongue darted out to trace a path through the sticky evidence on Richy’s inner thigh, and he cried out. “Did you feel his come pumping into you?”“It was hot,” Richy babbled, getting fuelled on by his boyfriend's excitement. He didn't expect such a reception from him, even though he knew Jax bloody liked him.“So hot. I felt him throbbing inside me. He groaned and called me his perfect patient.” He was adding his to the mix, just to get the mood going. He was freaking feeding on Jax's feelings.Jax rose on his knees. “He marked what’s mine," he whispered, feeling freaking aroused..He hooked his hands under Richy’s knees, pushed them up and apart as he spread him wider on the hard floor. The position was brutally exposing. It reminded Richy so much of what
A violent tremor ran through Richy’s frame, and he wrapped his arms around himself, nails digging into his biceps before he gave one tight nod.Jax’s jaw tightened. “Did he touch you beyond the exam?”Another nod.Richy’s breath hitched. “He… he f-fucked me," he stuttered. “On the table. He just… he kept going. I couldn’t…”Jax’s hand, which had been stroking Richy’s hair, stilled. His fingers curled into a fist against Richy’s scalp. Not in anger at his boyfriend, he can never blame him. He was pissed at the thoughts of a stranger in a white coat, bending his boyfriend over and taking him hard against his will.“Did you come?” Jax heard himself ask.Richy let out a wounded sound, like a kicked animal. He tried to pull away, to hide his face, but Jax’s hand was still in his hair, holding him gently but firmly in place. “Jax, don’t…”“Did. You. Come.” Jax repeated, each word enunciated. He needed to know. He needed the whole ugly picture.Tears streamed down Richy’s face, and he squeez







