Jon generally sleeps in his father’s bed, but as he gets older he starts trying to distance himself, to drop the leftover habit from his childhood. But then one day he’s come back from college after being away from his dad for so very long, and he tries to sleep in his own lonely room but he can’t, not with his father warm and safe and solid on the other side of the wall, and so he creeps over to his father’s room only to discover that Elias is asleep, and over the months they’ve been apart he’s apparently gotten into the habit of sleeping fully nude, and. Well. Jon’s always been so curious. There’s been little in the way of privacy in their house but he’s never seen his father’s body so… exposed. Bared to his hungry gaze… he crosses the room, just to look, he tells himself. Just to look. But then he’s reaching out, brushing his thumb over the head, feeling how soft the skin is. He freezes when Elias gasps and shifts in his sleep, but his father doesn’t wake. Even when Jon wraps a trembling hand around the shaft and strokes downwards. Caresses his balls, runs his thumb through the wiry hairs surrounding Elias’ slowly hardening member. His hand is creeping even lower, now, over his perinum, then brushing against the tight pucker of his hole. There’s precum dripping from the tip of his father’s cock, a musky smell filling Jon’s nose when he bends down, softly laps at the slit.
Finally, Elias stirs. Opens bleary eyes to see his son lapping at the slit of his hard cock. It takes a few moments for them both to realize what’s happening. Jon’s face filled with horror and guilt, stammering out apologies. Elias puts a hand in Jon’s hair, keeps him in place. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, “I’ve missed you too. Just for tonight…” and his voice is so soft, breathy with sleepiness and pleasure, “it can be our little secret.” Jon leaning forward, so slow and wary, taking his father’s leaking member into the soft warmth of his mouth. Hands continuing their exploration. When his fingers brush again over Elias’ hole, he lets out a soft, pleased sigh. Spreads his legs a little wider. Jon pushes a tentative finger inside and Elias moans, breathy in a way Jon has never heard before. Some new and secret side to his father that Jon has never been allowed to see before. He lets his finger sink deeper, crooks it, pressing against Elias’ walls until he touches something that makes Elias’ breath go shaky, hips stuttering up as he thrusts into his son’s mouth. “Yes, right there. Good boy….”
Slowly, carefully, Jon continues to open him up, suckling on his father’s cock all the while. It’s not his main focus though. No, he’s far more concerned with the movements of his fingers inside. How to make Elias gasp and moan and hum in contentment. His father praising him when he touches just the right spots, presses on his prostate exactly the way Elias likes.
Jon is dripping wet, cunt clenching around nothing. He’s rolling his hips against the sheets in small little motions that provide just the right amount of pressure, almost subconsciously. Sort of, he wishes he had a cock. Something nice and long, thick enough to fill Elias nicely, to cum inside, semen dripping from Elias’ hole for days afterwards. Thinks about how nice it would be to sink into that clenching warmth, feel his father all around him, so tight and perfect as he holds Jon inside. Or even just a strap, just to see what Elias would be like as he was fucked by his own son. But he has neither, and so instead he simply continues to suck at Elias’ cock and fuck his finger’s in and out of his dad’s hole until finally Elias shudders and thrusts upwards into the warm, wet seal of Jon’s mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum down his throat.
Sated and indulgent, he pulls Jon up into his lap afterwards, kisses him slow and gentle and languid. Gentle fingers probing at Jon’s aching cunt as they continue to kiss, to bask in their closeness to each other. Eventually Elias grows hard again, clever fingers sliding Jon’s boxers down far enough to expose Jon’s needy hole, to let his son sink slowly down onto his cock. Jon riding him, slow and soft, feeling so close and safe and warm in his father’s arms, so like he’s finally, truly home….