The house was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Marcus had waited until his father, David, was deep in sleep, the way he always did on nights like this. At twenty-four, Marcus knew exactly how his fathers body responded to pressure, to the weight of command. Tonight would be no different.
He slipped into the master bedroom, the door closing with a soft click behind him. Moonlight cut across the bed where David lay on his back, one arm flung above his head. Marcus stood over him for a long moment, letting the dark thrill build in his chest. Then he moved.
The handcuffs were already looped around the headboard from the previous night. Marcus snapped one cuff around his fathers wrist before Davids eyes even opened. The second followed in the same smooth motion.
David jerked awake. Marcuswhat the hell
Quiet. Marcuss voice was low, steady, the same tone he used when he wanted obedience. He straddled his fathers hips, pinning him with his full weight. David was bigger, broader, but Marcus had learned how to use leverage, how to press exactly where it hurt and where it didnt. You know how this goes.
Davids breathing changed, shallow and fast. His eyes flicked to the cuffs, then back to his sons face. We said last time was the last.
Marcus leaned down until their faces were inches apart. I decide when its the last. His hand slid down Davids chest, fingers digging in just hard enough to mark. Youre hard already. Dont pretend youre not.
A flush rose on Davids neck. He tried to turn his head, but Marcus caught his jaw and forced it back. Look at me while I touch you.
Marcuss palm pressed against the front of Davids boxers. The fabric was already damp. He rubbed slowly, deliberately, feeling the shape of his fathers cock swell under his touch. Davids hips twitched once, an involuntary push into the pressure, then stilled.
Thats it, Marcus murmured. Stop fighting what you want. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged the boxers down, freeing Davids erection. It lay thick against his stomach, flushed dark at the head. Marcus wrapped his hand around it and stroked once, slow and tight.
Davids breath hitched. Marcus, please
Please what? Marcus tightened his grip, thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of wetness there. Please stop? Or please dont stop? He gave another firm stroke, watching the way Davids stomach muscles jumped. Tell me the truth or I stop right now.
Silence stretched. Then, barely audible: Dont stop.
Marcus smiled, dark and satisfied. He released Davids cock and stood long enough to strip off his own clothes. When he climbed back onto the bed, naked, he positioned himself so his own hard length rested against his fathers. He rocked his hips, letting their cocks slide together, the friction hot and slick.
Davids free hand came up, not to push Marcus away but to grip his hip. Marcus allowed it. He leaned in and kissed his father hard, biting at his lower lip until David opened for him. The kiss was messy, demanding. Marcus tasted the surrender in it.
When he pulled back, he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He coated his fingers and reached between Davids legs, pressing one slick digit against the tight ring of muscle. David tensed.
Relax, Marcus ordered. You know you can take it.
He pushed the finger inside slowly, feeling the muscle give. David groaned, head pressing back into the pillow. Marcus added a second finger, scissoring gently, opening him. All the while he kept his other hand on Davids cock, stroking in the same rhythm.
By the time Marcus replaced his fingers with his cock, David was panting, sweat shining on his chest. Marcus pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Davids mouth fell open on a broken sound. Marcus stayed still for a moment, savoring the tight heat around him, the way his fathers body clenched and yielded.
Then he began to move.
Each thrust was deliberate, deep, angled to hit the spot that made Davids thighs shake. Marcus kept one hand on Davids cock, stroking him in time with the rhythm. The cuffs rattled as Davids wrist strained against them. His free hand clutched at Marcuss back, nails biting skin.
Say it, Marcus demanded, voice rough. Tell me who you belong to right now.
Davids eyes were glassy. You. FuckMarcus, you.
Marcus fucked him harder, the bed creaking under them. He watched every reactionDavids flushed face, the way his abs tightened, the desperate sounds he tried and failed to swallow. When David came, it was with a choked cry, his cock pulsing hot over Marcuss fist. The clench around Marcuss cock dragged him over the edge seconds later. He buried himself deep and came, hips jerking as he filled his father.
For a long moment, the only sound was their breathing. Marcus stayed inside him, softening slowly. He brushed damp hair off Davids forehead with surprising gentleness.
Next time, he said quietly, dont make me wait so long.
David didnt answer, but the way his fingers loosened on Marcuss back was answer enough. Marcus unlocked the cuffs, rubbed the red marks on Davids wrist with his thumb, then lay down beside him. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Outside, the night continued, indifferent.
Inside, the power still hummed between them, satisfied for now, but never for long.
