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Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

Daniel smiled as they got to the room, pulling the door too behind them, but not quite closing it. He didn't want Andrew to feel trapped, there. He gently led his son to the bed, sitting him down on the edge. He moved in beside him, leaning in to kiss him deeply. His pants had been dropped the moment they had gotten into the room, and so his cock stood exposed, twitching occasionally with desire. He wrapped an arm around Andrew, slowly allowing it to drift down, fingers beginning to toy with his small, hard shaft.

He stayed like this for a few moments before pulling away, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. He moved off the bed, crouching so he could reach underneath it and pull out a box. He pulled out a bottle of lube before pushing it back under the bed, looking up to Andrew with eager eyes. He kept his movements slow, not wanting to startle the boy, though it was obvious he was definitely holding himself back. He wanted so badly to have him.

He leaned in to kiss him again, gentle and loving, before pulling back with a smile. “I promise it won’t hurt.” He could tell Andrew was nervous, and for once his mind was allowing him to realize why. It was understandable that the boy would be nervous; David was his father, after all. But, he figured the best thing to do would be to try and bring Andrew’s mind away from it, to just use a reassuring, gentle tone.
 
Andrew swallowed thickly as he was put on the bed. His heart was racing and he was trying not to hyperventilate; the kiss didn’t much help and his muscles were stiff. He wanted it, yes, but fuck was he scared of it for so many reasons. He released a small noise of discomfort as his father wrapped an arm around him, though another noise of intense pleasure was forced through as his father toyed with his near-virgin prick. He was panting heavily by the time his father pulled away, trembling with his great arousal.

He bit his lip and shifted on the bed, closing his eyes to try and relax; he couldn’t believe this was happening. He lied with his head on a pillow, hands over his face to try and hide the anxiety.

He was about to — willingly — lose his virginity to his father.

What. The. Fuck.

He shuddered and gave a soft noise of fear, moving his hands just in time to have his lips met by his father’s kiss. His worried gaze drifted south until it sought his father’s cock; though it did excite him a little more, it also terrified him just as much. He released a soft breath that was drenched in horror, but he didn’t pull away; he was tenser than stone, but he kept his legs open, mostly. He wasn’t denying his father, but his willingness was starting to wane.

He both wanted the man to hurry and ‘get it over with’ and to take his time. He was far too conflicted, which didn’t help his anxiety in the least.
 
David stared down at his son for a good few moments, admiring his body, and at the same time, taking in his fear. If he was going to do this, he would have to move a little faster. Get it over with. He would still be gentle, of course, but if he left it too long, then perhaps Andrew would become too overwhelmed by his own thoughts.

He smiled reassuringly at him, pouring some lube onto his hand and slowly slipping a finger into Andrew’s hole; he groaned, pressing it in till it could go no further and beginning to seek out the boy’s spot. Perhaps if he could overwhelm him with the pleasure, he would stop thinking about his fears. As soon as he felt Andrew was ready – and he’d done plenty of research on himself in hopes of making it better for him – he began to slip in another finger.

He leaned in, pressing their lips together gently, lovingly, and his other hand moved to continue the fondling at the boy’s small prick. His own length was aching with need for release, but he would be patient, it wouldn’t be long now.
 
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