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It's late October.

It had been a few years since they drove there last time, to their small cabin surrounded by the woods. There is a small town almost nearby, just in 30 minutes of driving.

Jayce, who always had been busy at work, finally managed to take a week of vacation to spend some time together with his son. To refresh, to have a breath of real life, to break free from the cycle of endless routine. He likes his work without a doubt, but at the end of the day he works mostly keeping in mind the well-being of Viktor, the boy's medical history is not the greatest.
His son: the boy so bright, so soft spoken and kind even in his teen years. Viktor is definitely a gifted boy, a genius - Jayce needs to be able to afford the best education for him. To establish the best life for him. To give him everything and even more, things that Jayce hadn’t had in his childhood, but Viktor would not be deprived of.

The road from the city to their cabin was pretty pleasant, full of some indie music selected by Viktor and "old ass” songs that Jayce was requesting, the boy had been humorously sighing and joking around about father’s age, but launching songs nevertheless, his good foot tapping softly to the rhythm.
It was not like when Jayce would bring his kid to the school or pick him up. Not like when Jayce and Viktor would go to the grocery store together every other Saturday.
It was something more bonding on a deeper level. Jayce had finally felt that he could really see his boy, he could talk to him and be heard in response. He had a feeling that he broke some kind of a barrier that separated them for so long.
Jayce had been fighting the desire to lay his hand on his son’s knee, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment.
A warm smile blossomed on Jayce’s lips more times than in the entire last month.

Jayce has spent the first day cleaning everything up from the layers of dust, thoroughly sweeping and washing all accumulated dirt away, so Viktor could breathe and sleep without hard asthma attacks.
He made their beds and added more pillows and warm blankets. Viktor’s bedclothes are all little cartoonish moons and constellations on a dark blue, and Jayce’s are little suns and clouds on a red.
They unpacked together all the things they had brought. There were also some scented candles, meters of LED string lights, and a few lanterns in the form of pumpkins that Jayce had packed among everything else.
This week should be perfect.
Jayce held Viktor carefully by his waist while the boy stood on a stool and hung the lights around the house, his own initiative, I just want to be useful at least in something.

Jayce had to hide a few photos that were placed on the fireplace and bookshelf. Pictures of them together with Viktor’s mother, happy, genuine smiles on much younger faces, tight hugs filled with tenderness and love so tangible…
His boy will not be sorrowful again.
Viktor’s mother had left them when Viktor was 10. She had disappeared and didn’t show up in their lives for more than five years now. Only phone calls during the first year, awkward birthday and New Year greetings until she left completely for the last time.
Viktor wasn’t brave enough to talk with her since the day she closed the door of their home with a suitcase in her hand, so their one-sided communication was happening only thanks to Jayce, who was brave for both of them.

Viktor had been hurt and isolated himself for so long after. It took some time for Jayce to establish a trusting bond with the boy again. Viktor believed that everyone would leave him eventually...
Most nights that were full of tears and unspeakable sadness Viktor had spent in the warm welcoming embrace of Jayce’, his big hands wrapped around a small shivering body, hot lips on son’s fragile nape, father's nose buried in boy’s hair that smelled sweetly, like vanilla and cinnamon, soft kisses on the hair crown. Promises are imprinted into both Jayce’ and Viktor’ heads forever since then.
I love you, I’m here always for you, I’ll never leave, I promise. You are my entire world, why would I?
Well, they don’t need her anymore. Viktor is much better now. He’s almost healed now.
And Jayce can be everything for his son.

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It's the evening of their second day here.
Jayce has a can of beer in his hand, its bitterness lingers on his tongue in a pleasurable way. He doesn’t usually drink, but today was a good day.

They went for a walk in the forest nearby until Viktor’ leg started to hurt and rain started to pour, a sudden raged wind and cold little droplets kissed their cheeks and tips of their ears on the way back, but their hands were warm, Jayce tightly hold Viktor: man’s hot calloused palm wrapped around smaller graceful fingers of his boy. Jayce had been thinking about bringing Viktor’s hand to his lips countless amounts of times, to kneel in front of him with the pretense of fixing the boy's jacket and scarf, but he just went further, guiding them to their temporary home.
They drove to the small town nearby after, to buy groceries so Jayce could prepare dinner for them: pace slow when they went through rows of shelves and freezers stuffed with products. Jayce had held his hand at Viktor’s low back, for the stability of his gait, Jayce told himself. It’s better if Viktor would be grumpy or irritated than if he would fall and be hurt, he told himself.
They had managed to sit and have a brunch at the local cafeteria: mouths smeared in maple syrup and whipped cream, eating waffles and drinking strawberry milkshakes, Viktor’s favorite. Viktor even smiled openly a few times, showing the row of white and a little crooked teeth, still so perfect.
A fleeting brush at the boy's lower lip with his thumb to clean it and Jayce couldn’t handle himself, taking it to his mouth, a ghostly taste of Viktor. It set the fire in his insides. It shouldn’t, though. Not in that way.
Of course, Jayce had to take a Polaroid photo of such chaste (for Viktor) and joyful moment. It’s resting in the breast pocket of his green flannel shirt now, close to his heart.
Rain still drums at windows glass and reddish ground covered in fallen leaves that have already started to rot.

And now they watch some comedy on a big TV that is placed above the fireplace, Viktor’s back leans into Jayce’s chest, Jayce could count every vertebra even through the hoodie.
Jayce has always felt the need to feed Viktor, he’s never missed any chance to give his son a little snack, he’s prepared lunches for him to go to school with, but Viktor is still painfully skinny. Mother’s genetics…
The soft voice calls Jayce out of his deep thoughts. „But the characters are so predictable, it’s almost boring.”
Jayce softly chuckles at Viktor’ words. „Well, it’s a comedy, and you picked it yourself, so… take the accountability for your actions now. I don’t know what you expected, huh. Now let me out of your cage, capricious boy, lasagna is ready, I need to turn off the oven.”
A small pout cuts Viktor's lips, making the corners drop slightly. „Alright, my personal cook.” A little mocking brat.
Jayce laughs and gently takes Viktor off his lap, wrapping him in a blanket and giving a small peck on his forehead. „Yeah, yours.” It makes Viktor giggle.
Jayce drinks his beer in one gulp and goes to the kitchen.

The smell filling the kitchen is appetising. Jayce hopes Viktor would find his ‘creation’ at least bearable. He cooked it with Ximena's recipe that he’d asked her the day before they left for their small trip, he’d also written down a few other new recipes that he always wanted to try.
At least now he’ll have some time to properly take care of his son, without any hurry - slowly and thoughtfully.

Jayce’s thumb slips from the kitchen towel to the baking dish when he tries to get the lasagna out of the oven. Well, it hurts, the burning sensation makes him curse with a loud „FUCK.”, but despite the pain he manages to put the dish on the table.
He hoped his son wouldn't hear him, but Viktor is coming already with a worried „Dad?”, an unmistakable tapping of his cane and the sounds of not very well synchronised light steps against the floorboards. He's just in a hoodie and knee highs: his look so familial and cozy. Jayce hadn't seen it for a while until their trip over here, staying at his work late for the last months. Not paying due attention to things he should've to.
„It’s all good, Vik, I-“ Jayce starts, just to be interrupted with „Oh, yeah, I see how good it is, Jayce.”

Maybe sometimes Jayce feels like a teen and not a fucking grown man in his late thirties with already greying hair strands, probably due to stress.

“You know I don’t like it when you call me by my name, bud.”

Viktor just sighs and takes father’s palm into his, amber eyes looking carefully at the now red finger.
„Yeah, daddy, now place the burnt place under cold water. Do we have a first-aid kit? Where?”
Pet name, even said in such a joking manner, made a so familiar warmth slowly spread wider under Jayce’s ribs.
Usually he ignores that feeling, but today it attracted his attention once again, making him wonder if his feelings are truly paternal or if there is anything else hiding, deeply, like a ghost on the edge of his consciousness.

„Of course we have, Viktor.” Jayce says humorlessly, but then suddenly makes the younger sit on his broad shoulders, lifting him up like he’s still a ten-year-old boy, the cane drops from Viktor's hands to the floor.
“It’s riiight there.” Jayce comes closer to the hanging kitchen cabinet in the corner of the room, Viktor opens it with a sigh of irritation, tugging its handle too harshly.
„Very practical, Jayce. I’ll be able to take it on my own if something happens to you for sure.”
„Just take it already, Vik. I’m the old man here to be bitching, not you.”
„Bitching…” The younger giggles at such words, softly hitting Jayce’s head with the kit, making the older’ hair a little messier, black strands are not that slicked back anymore.

Viktor’ laugh vibrates and resonates within Jayce’s body, it flows to his neck and shoulders, down to his forearms, to his torso... Suddenly being very in his mind, he realises what kind of heat he feels on his nape. Son's bare legs hugging his throat, a small piece of a cloth dividing flesh-to-flesh contact, Jayce feels every inch of warm fabric rubbing against his skin, it’s pulsating under… Jayce’s face is in flames, together with the tips of his ears, grip on Viktor’s thighs tightens.
A pressure in his pants that he is aware of just now. Was it there already? For how long?
Jayce doesn’t understand when he even started to feel that way towards his son. Was it always there?..
And he conceals his feelings away, tucking them behind the painful burn of his thumb, behind the thoughts of their upcoming dinner, of a planned for tomorrow cozy bonfire under the gray skies and fired marshmallows that would probably be too sweet for his teeth. Maybe the sky would be rosy if they were lucky enough. He would also need to do the laundry, to rake the leaves in their backyard…
Or he wants to believe they are hidden.
The aching, burning skin of his thumb doesn’t bother Jayce at all.

„Dad?” Jayce gets back from his thoughts spiralling down by a soft voice, which always has had an anchoring effect on Jayce. Wherever and whenever and god knows how deep inside his head he would be, Viktor has this ability to always catch him from that flooding stream, to make him crawl back into reality.
„Yes, right, I’m here, sorry. I think I need to feed you more, V. You weigh so little…” he carefully grabs Viktor with both arms by his waist, lifts him up and puts him on the floor, making sure he is stable enough to stand. „Did it hurt? Don’t want you to have bruises tomorrow, let me see… I have a cream that…” Jayce’s right hand drifts to the hem of the red hoodie. He wants to expose son's flat tummy and sharp ribs, but just to see if he managed to leave any red marks from his firm grip. The boy slaps father's hand away.

„Dad! It’s fine, it’s not about me, it’s about you! Stop it already, let me take care of you at least for once.” Viktor goes straight to their fridge, grabbing a pack of frozen vegetables. His expression all grumpy, he huffs in irritation, step wobbly. The boy sits at the stool near their dining table and examines the contents of the first aid kit.

Jayce just watches Viktor at a loss, stares at his own hand that got rejected as if it’s infectious, the corners of his eyes surprisingly stinging. Wow. What a humiliation… he got railed all the way from a sight of a fucking lust to the misery by that boy in less than a minute. The thought of his son having too much control over his feelings beats against the walls of his skull, painfully ricocheting deeper. Jayce wonders if Viktor understands it, if his boy is observant enough to notice how he makes Jayce raw, how he makes Jayce’s pupils fully blown, how he makes the fire under Jayce's skin spread up to the surface, making the skin of his face a few tones darker.

„Come here?”
Jayce obeys, kneeling in front of Viktor, laying his hand on the younger’s lap.
Viktor takes his hand in his and places a pack of frozen vegetables on his burn, elegant long fingers wrap gently around father’s wrist. The boy thoughtfully runs his thumb across the blue branches of father’s veins.

Jayce wonders if Viktor can tell that the pulse rate of his is quicker than it is supposed to be.

Jayce studies Viktor’s face: long black lashes tremble a little, gaze focused on the large palm on his thin legs, brow bowed and lips pursed in a thin line. No signs of anger in his features, just calm concentration, maybe with a bit of guilt? Jayce swears he can see it.

What’s inside this beautiful head?

Jayce is a good father. He left behind this strange splash of not really parental feelings toward his son the second he recognised that guilt on a beautiful face of Viktor. Earlier even.
His initial reaction is to caress son’s cheek with his free hand, to soothe this little devil that denied him. Viktor can hurt Jayce as many times as he would want to, Jayce thinks to himself, Viktor can plunge a knife into his spine and turn the handle all up to 360 degrees but even then Jayce would be by his side, would try to lean in closer and kiss him, to comfort him.

To Jayce’s surprise, Viktor nuzzles into his touch, his expression is softened so much, a weak smile blooms on his lips, pronouncing just one word, so quietly „Sorry.”
Jayce’ heart melts right away into the puddle, he moves in closer to Viktor without any hesitation, being shamelessly face-to-face now, giving his son a peck on his rosy cheek, he hears son's breathing catch. Their foreheads touching, Jayce tucks an unruly strand of dark hair behind the Viktor’s ear.
Jayce forgets how to breathe, his heart is filled with so much love, not just one kind.
How hasn't he noticed it before?

„Let me… let me finish, please.” Viktor finally exhales after holding his breath for some time, Jayce uncertainly breaks their connection, booping Viktor’s nose with his for the last time and sits on the floor again, still feeling the smell of sweet cocoa coming from son's mouth.

Viktor removes a pack of vegetables that are leaking now from interaction with Jayce’s hot skin and delicately treats the burnt place on his thumb with a non-alcohol antiseptic. „Does it hurt?”

„Not at all, your touch is so gentle, V.”

Viktor widely smiles, showing his teeth for a second and starts to wrap a piece of bandage around the damaged finger.
Jayce just can’t look away from those well-known, so familial features of his son, from his delicate hands that shake a little, wrapping layer after layer.

Jayce pulls up a knee high on Viktor’s right leg after.
He saves that small cozy scene, that perfect smile, those shy but sweet movements, that rabbit-fast clatter of his own heart against his ribcage deeply into his subcortex.

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They eat in quiet, candles on the table flicker and emit soft glow onto two faces looking at each other with unreadable expressions, fire reflects and playfully blinks in their pupils.

It’s still raining and its dripping sound settles perfectly in between their silence. It’s dark outside for a few hours already.

Jayce dares himself to put his hand on Viktor’s. And Viktor doesn’t mind, making their fingers interlock together. Jayce almost chokes on the piece of lasagna in his mouth and Viktor just scoffs at it.

Jayce thinks about why he hasn't done this before, why he hasn't bathed Viktor in his love before, what a failure of a parent he is.
Or maybe it would make him cross the line earlier?
He just loves Viktor so much that every boundary blurs now. He wants to make Viktor feel good, feel loved, feel cherished and it doesn’t matter in what exact way he will do it… anymore.
If Viktor allows him to. If he wants that too, of course.
Seems like his baby yearns for closeness. And Jayce can give it for sure.

Viktor helps dad to wash the dishes after.

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Jayce sits in front of the fireplace on the couch. Crackling sounds fill the cozy place together with low voices and giggles of him and Viktor.
Viktor is on dad’s lap, legs covered with a blanket.
So warm, it’s bordering with hot.
The boy dressed up in just Jayce’s red hoodie that looks like an oversized dress on son’s body, woolen knee highs wrap around the delicate curves of the boy’s legs, being a little loose for him, so Viktor needs to adjust and pull them back up from time to time.

They continue to watch that comedy from earlier, Jayce drinks another beer and traces his hand from Viktor’s shoulder to his thigh covered with a blanket, up and down, again and again, almost automatically.

At some moment, Viktor thoughtfully looks at the mug in his hands, still half filled with unfinished cocoa.

„Vik? What’s wrong?” Jayce has noticed the mood switch for some time already.

„Do you… Do you know that girls from my school talk about how handsome you are every single time after you pick me up? They even ask me if you are…”
Was it the stupid scene from the movie with the love confession the reason why Viktor thinks about it now?

„Wow, wow, Vik.” A deep laughter comes from Jayce’s chest. „Why would I care? I’m interested in what you think. And why does it bother you at all? I’m your dad, not theirs.”
Viktor continues to blankly stare at his mug, knuckles are white from the force with which he holds it.

„Leave the poor cup alone or you’ll break it.” Jayce takes it from son’s hands and places it at the coffee table near the couch, together with his can of beer.

„I… I think so too, I agree with them. B-but I don’t want you to be with anyone else?.. Is it too strange?” Viktor’s voice breaks. Jayce sighs with relief.

„Oh, you poor thing, don’t even think I’ll be with someone else ever. For how long have you thought like that, V?”

Jayce feels Viktor is trembling, the idea of him being hurt from such thoughts aches in his heart.
What a shit of a father he is for allowing that idea of him and someone else to poison his son’s mind. He needs to fix it.
„Look at me, sweetheart.”

Well, he hasn’t called Viktor like that in years, assuming that he is allergic to pet names now, he is a teen at the end of the day… What a shit assumption. The lack of Jayce’s attention has led them where they are now.

Jayce helps the younger to reposition himself, holding his back carefully while he moves so he doesn’t fall from the couch, Viktor’s shoulder and head resting against Jayce’s broad chest now.
„Look at me, V.” Jayce’s one hand hugs and holds Viktor’s shoulders, he brings his other one close to son’s face, to cup it, to make him finally look.
Viktor’s eyes are watery, and this is Jayce’s fault.

„I love you so much, you can’t even comprehend that. I love you so much, even in the way I really shouldn’t, but… but you are the most beautiful creature in this Universe, sweetheart. And you are so smart. You are… You are everything, Viktor.” His wrapped burnt thumb caresses Viktor’ soft skin, his sharp cheekbones and flushed cheeks, lips so cherry and bitten. A few teardrops fall from Viktor’s eyes, but Jayce sweeps them fast away.
He hasn’t seen Viktor so vulnerable and open for so long… he missed it. He missed being so close to his boy. He missed how it is to hug him before sleep, how it is to press his small body into himself, how it is to breathe in and out with Viktor’s smell in his nose and his lungs.

The realisation of him being the reason for Viktor’s tears makes his stomach flip violently. Shame swirls in his gut when he sees wet salty trails on this pretty face.

„I love you too, dad. So much, I… I’ve missed you.”

„I’m so sorry, baby… It won't repeat again, I promise you, I will always be by your side, my angel. I will be as close to you as possible.”

„J-Jayce?” Viktor’s eyes open wide, glassy, and he wears a look of a little lost fawn.
Did such closeness confuse him?..

„I told you. Don’t call me like that, sweetheart. Please.” And Viktor just melts into father’s words, dark brows twitch in a begging curve, his features soften. His Sweetheart once again.
He definitely wants it.

Jayce gives in, covering son’s lips with his own, tasting him, feeling salt and metal taste on his own tongue. The feeling of Viktor’s lips parting, letting him in, sends Jayce right into heaven.
And he would repeat it again and again, each and every time. In all possibilities, in all parallel worlds. Even if hell awaits him - whatever. It’s the most wonderful sin he has ever committed and is ready to commit again, forever.
Jayce kisses his son gently but firmly, breaking their kiss every time when he feels that Viktor needs to breathe in some air into his miniature lungs.
He explores Viktor’s mouth more and more, deepening their kiss, tongue tracing across son’s teeth, making its way to his palate, gently caressing the smaller tongue with his, playing with it, drool covering both their chins. Viktor responds to all his movements, trying to repeat them, moaning into the adult's mouth.

Jayce interrupts their kiss, moving his head away a little, to ask „How are you, V? We can stop if you don’t like it, you know, I’m sorry, I had to ask that earlier, but I just can’t get enough of you. I’ve missed being so close to you…”
„I’m good. I… I think I like it…” Viktor responds shyly with a shaking voice.

Is it true, though? Or is Viktor happy with any attention that Jayce gives him? He should’ve been a better father.

„It’s too hot, dad…”

Jayce's insides are eaten by lust again. Did Viktor feel his erection?

He will just show how much he loves Viktor.

Jayce puts a blanket aside and settles his son down right onto it. He kneels in front of the boy, feeling the flow of heat that comes from the fireplace behind him licking at his back.
He looks up at son’s flushed face, asking for more.
He notices that Viktor has already parted his legs. And there is a wet spot on his undies, an outline of puffy cunny... It will definitely be much easier to show affection to his boy who has been starving for the touch and love for so long.

„Let me take off the hoodie, baby, you will feel better.” Viktor just nods, and Jayce goes on, revealing milky skin dotted with beauty marks. His small breasts are so perky, nipples pink and already hard.
Jayce’s core twitches under the tight layers of fabric covering him.

A pang of guilt pierces his brain, it’s so strange to adore the body, not in a fatherly way, that he has witnessed growing throughout the years, to finally be able to fully savor his son.

The amount of pet names he has called Viktor this evening is absurd, but Jayce likes how they linger on his tongue, how they leave his throat so easily. He is just telling the truth, Viktor needs to hear it.

Viktor suddenly wants to hide his chest but Jayce doesn’t allow him to, he intercepts both his hands with just his one palm and holds them above the boy's head.
His wrists are so skinny, just one inattentive move and they would probably break.
Viktor tries to press his knees to his chest as an alternative, but Jayce’s other hand restrains that move too, pressing his thighs into the couch.

„Why do you want to hide from me, V? You are so pretty, I love to watch you.”

„I’m not…” Viktor replies gruffy.

„Let me guess, are you insecure about your titties, that are very small by the way, sweetheart? Everyone has them, even me. Let me remind you again. Just don’t hide, right?” Jayce softly chuckles and frees Viktor’s hands and legs from his grip, stripping his grey t-shirt and compulsively throwing it somewhere away.
„See?”

Jayce tenses the muscles of his sweaty chest and abs for Viktor, his torso is covered with thick black hair.
„Even bigger than yours, don’t they? But I’m still a man, so you are as well, angel.” Viktor’s gaze is concentrated on Jayce’s body in awe, he bites his lower lip and just silently nods, legs unconsciously opening in front of Jayce again.
It’s definitely an invitation.

Jayce moves in closer and wraps his hands around Viktor, they travel all over his spine, ribs and flat belly, moving carefully and passionately, the contact between son’ milky skin and his fingertips is so charged that his hands start to shake in anticipation.

Just don’t fucking smash Viktor, be gentle, you are not an animal.

He peppers hot open-mouthed kisses at Viktor’s neck and collarbone, gently pulling the soft skin with his teeth, sucking on it, leaving trails of red marks and hickeys. Jayce feels Viktor shivering under him, hears him panting and whining.
He doesn’t know how he hasn’t eaten his baby boy alive yet.

Jayce doesn’t care about any marks he leaves, he paints son’s skin with, all the redness will disappear during this week, probably, unless Viktor allows him to touch himself more in the upcoming days…

„Tell me if you don’t like it, V, all I want is to make you feel good.”

„I like it, please, more..? I will not hide anymore...” Viktor’s fingers grab Jayce’s black hair and push his head lower, making Jayce choke on the boy’s eagerness.
He is so close to finally having the full taste of Viktor’s essence in his mouth.

Jayce covers Viktor’s breasts with kisses, tugging small nipples with his teeth, desperately suckling and licking those perfect developing tits, secretly hoping there will be milk hidden inside one day, making Viktor's back arch, the boy strengthens his grip on dad's hair. Jayce can feel as son’s uncertainty is replaced with desire with each kiss Jayce gives him.

A broken and hoarse „Please…” coming from son’s lips makes Jayce growl like an animal and go down to the younger’s tummy. He kisses every mole there, leaving the skin around beauty marks red by suckling. He even puts his tongue in the boy’s belly button, moving the tip in and out as if he could fuck it. He really wants to taste his sweet boy everywhere.

Jayce tries to keep himself in control, to restrain this burning flow of carnality. Well, it’s successful in some way, Jayce hasn't lashed out completely at his son yet.
He can’t remember when he was so aroused last time. Jayce is so hard that he can tell his dick is almost tearing his boxers.

Viktor pulls aside a tiny strip of fabric of his panties that hid his dripping core, continuing to moan and whine pitifully at every Jayce action, at every movement of dad’s mouth tasting and licking him, at Jayce’s teeth digging into the boy's soft flesh. He tries to push Jayce’s head lower once again.

„Want your dad to taste you here, sweetheart? Such a needy boy showing your wet little pussy right into dad’s face? You desperate little thing… Come to papa, I will take care of you.”
The sight of Viktor’s pink glistening cunt makes Jayce almost go insane, it’s so fucking wet for its dad.
It would be a lie if Jayce had said he hadn’t noticed the sight of it when Viktor wore tiny shorts or panties at home, obliviously drinking tea or reading a book, lying on a couch in their living room, legs spread apart.
It looks exactly how he imagined in the moments of his orgasms.

And now it’s in front of Jayce, bare and soaking. Thin pubic hair frames puffy pussy lips. So perfect.
Jayce finally dives in between son’s legs, taking son’ cunny fully into his mouth, sucking on it, making lips more swollen and turning red, sucking out all Viktor’s juices, tongue swirling around the hot entrance. Even the taste of the sweat of his son is fucking perfect. Jayce is so greedy. Jayce can't get enough of his little boy.
Jayce and Viktor moan in unison, after every high-pitched sound of the boy, there is an answer of Jayce’s low groan bordering with a growl that follows. The younger desperately pushes and pushes Jayce’s head in as if he wants to feel dad even deeper.
Jayce’s hands keep son’s thighs open, the boy’s heels still covered in knee highs, tapping gently at father’s shoulders.

No, Jayce will not take son’s virginity today, he is not prepared for that at all.
If Viktor really wants to have his dad inside, then he will have to wait until they stretch the boy out properly, it will probably take them days, if not weeks.

High-pitched „Dad, daddy…” makes Jayce move his mouth away with the popping sound.
„Yes, sweetie? Are you okay?”

„D-do you think that I’m… I’m tasting good there? I haven’t managed to go to wash myself and I can-”
„Shhhh, you are so unbelievably good.” Jayce raises his head and interrupts Viktor with a deep kiss, giving the taste of Viktor’s essence to him, pushing it with his tongue inside son’s mouth.

„See? Such a tasty boy for a papa.” The string of saliva still connects them when Jayce whispers.
Once Viktor nods with a shy expression on his flushed face, Jayce instantly lays his mouth on Viktor’s pussy again, his tongue gently strokes the wet folds, making son muttering „So good, so… fuck, dad, daddy, please, please… Jayce…”
Jayce digs his teeth into Viktor’s flesh once he hears a fucking Jayce, making son start to apologise immediately.
„It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart, stop.”

Jayce decides not to tease his son anymore, laying the tip of his tongue on his clit, Viktor rolls his hips into father’s face, to which Jayce hums in approval. A stroke, two, a few more that make Viktor react, almost sobbing and begging daddy, please and Jayce feels an unbearable desire to feel the insides of his son.

„Let me- let me make it feel better, I’ll put my finger inside, but just one, right? It will not hurt, I promise.”

„Y-yeah?..”

The slide of the middle finger into the hot tunnel of Viktor’s is so easy, the younger is dripping, his slick and father’s saliva are smeared all over his cunt, the rim immediately violently clenches around the intrusion. Jayce imagines how his dick would feel inside such a tight hole and almost cums to that haunting thought, releasing precum that messes his boxers more.
Not today, not yet. Viktor wouldn’t even be able to take the full length… he can’t even fully take the length of his fingers now. Holy fuck.
But Viktor would probably dig his nails into Jayce’s spine and arms so deep, up to blood, if Jayce were opening this tiny cunt with his core.
He would probably thrash under father’s body, but Jayce would be here to hold him gently, to get him through the pain right to the pleasure.
He would make Viktor so full. So loved. So only his.

Jayce slowly puts his finger deeper with each thrust, knuckle by knuckle. Viktor takes him so well. He gets used to the intrusion so fast and with no pain. He looks up and sees Viktor's eyes rolling back right into his head. He's so sensitive... Perfect.
He curls his finger to the upper wall, feeling how full son’s bladder is, Viktor’s reaction shows that he has found this very place inside.
Jayce starts to thrust his finger in and out again and again with a faster pace, slamming right into the g-spot, he still licks at son’s nub, circling around the peeking hardness.
That angle of penetration makes the boy squirm. Viktor’s head arches back, the sounds of his moans are so broken and hoarse.
„Daddy, I think I want to pee, feels strange-”

„Yes, baby, just release it, it’s good, it should be like that… Look at me, look at who makes you feel so good, baby, look at daddy, please, I beg you, V, look at me?” Jayce manages to speak low before leaning into son’s crotch again, looking up at the exposed arching neck, waiting for his son; Viktor’s small tits swaying in tandem with Jayce’s thrusts, pink nipples still hard.

Viktor looks down with the eyes veiled with tears, eyebrows raised, hyperventilating and whimpering, „I can’t, I can’t, can’t hold it, too m-m… I’m so sorry, dad-”
He’s even more beautiful, even on the edge of falling apart.

Jayce puts the second finger inside, index one. Viktor releases the first spurt, and Jayce presses onto the bladder with increased force. Viktor’s pussy convulses around Jayce’s fingers in a tight grip, and the boy fucking squeaks. His hole swallows Jayce’s fingers, thick and long, yet so perfect for that hungry soaking hole.
Jayce harshly fingers Viktor through the orgasm and strokes the clit with his tongue, making the boy piss himself into his face and at the coach again, Viktor’s liquids run down Jayce’s neck.
Another spurt and another one, those cute yelps, loud moans and screams daddy of Viktor’s until he cries and tries to push Jayce’s head away, gushing for the last time, sensitive nub pulsating under merciless wet muscle.
Jayce pulls fingers out and licks Viktor’s puffy folds clean, absorbing every drop of liquid he can into his mouth. While licking his boy’s juices, he grabs own erection in a fist: he needs just a few strokes on painfully hard shaft and he brutally comes right into boxers, vision blurs, he mutters right into swollen red lips V, Vik, I- daddy loves you, I love you so much, baby, you were so good today, holy, cunny so wet and tasty for daddy, my perfect boy-
He thinks about fucking Viktor raw. He imagines how there would be a bulge at the boy's lower belly that moves when Jayce would go in and out with his dick, he wouldn’t even be able to push it fully inside. He wonders how much louder Viktor can moan. He dreams about his son coming on the cock that made him, how the hotness of the boy would clench around him, pulsate, leak onto his shaft, as he releases the last drops of his come into own hand, murmuring I love you so much love you love you Viktor my baby.

Jayce looks up again and finds Viktor already staring at him with a blissful and completely fucked out expression.
Viktor looks at Jayce still with love, with admiration. Jayce wants to have that look of Viktor’ on himself all the time. He really wants to believe Viktor would give that look only to him.

Viktor’s eyes start to close, a powerless „Dad…” leaves his parted lips and he shuts his eyes closed, not reacting to anything Jayce asks or tells him. He hums when Jayce repeats to him quietly „I love you, sweetheart,” once again.

Yeah, Viktor probably wouldn’t be able to bear Jayce fucking into him. Not now. So sensitive and fragile. He needs so little to get destroyed.

Jayce brings Viktor to his bedroom in his arms and puts him into his bed, covering the small exhausted body with a warm comforter and giving him a chaste kiss on a sweaty temple.
He will clean up everything tomorrow, it all can wait, he just wants to guard son’s sleep right now, to hug Viktor tightly and kiss kiss kiss him. To breathe him in.

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When Jayce wakes up, Viktor still peacefully sleeps near, hair tousled after yesterday, expression calm, long lashes fluttering a little. What does he dream about?
Yesterday flashes before Jayce’s eyes. But there is no shame or regret, just a steady feel of warmth in his chest. Jayce is happy it happened. Viktor is probably happy too.
Why wouldn’t he, tho? Viktor was so satisfied yesterday… he had kissed Jayce again before falling asleep completely, sprawled in his bed, allowing dad to have him in his embrace.
Jayce grabs the Polaroid from the nightstand and takes a photo of Viktor, another piece of happiness captured: bare shoulder peeking from the comforter, his sleeping face is the face of an angel. So pure, still so innocent. Always will be.
He will put this photo close to his heart too.

This autumn feels warm. Jayce hopes all the next ones will be too.