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The next day Technoblade woke up to see Tommy sound asleep in his arms. He smiled down at the boy, pride welling in his chest. That was his son. His precious little Tommy. "Tommy," Technoblade whispered, nudging the small boy to wake him up, "Wake up, darling. We gotta clean you up from yesterday." He gently lifted the sleepy boy up into his arms as he sat up, brushing a lock of hair out of Tommy's face.
Tommy woke up drearily, little movements and a soft voice calling him away from the depths of his slumber. He had always been a heavy sleeper, and waking him up could occasionally be very difficult to manage. This morning though, all Tommy does is whine softly and lay limply in his father’s arms, slowly stretching his arms above his head. “G’mornin’, Papa,” he mumbled sleepily, yawning and resting his head against Techno’s shoulder when he was lifted into the air.
He fussed slightly when he heard he would have to take a bath. One well-known fact about Tommy was how much he hated getting bathed. The water clogged his wings when not cleaned right, and he hated having to sit still for so long. He objected sleepily into his father’s shoulder, “Papaaaa, I’m clean. I’m clean , I don’ need’a bath.”
“Tommy, no you’re not,” Technoblade chastised playfully, “You haven’t had a bath in days. Now, come on.” Techno carried Tommy to the bathroom, effortlessly holding Tommy in his arms as he started to run the water. He got a towel for Tommy and then another one for himself—after all, the best way for Papa to make sure his little boy was clean was to wash Tommy himself, right?
When the bath was ready, Technoblade set Tommy down on the counter and began to help him undress, tugging off his pajamas and then following up by taking off his own. The difference between Techno and Tommy was painfully apparent now; Techno’s rough, scarred, and tanned skin contrasted with Tommy’s soft, unblemished, pale form. Techno was broad and muscular whereas Tommy was… decidedly not.
“Come on, doll. It’ll only take a few minutes,” Technoblade hummed as he picked Tommy up once more and carried him into the tub, sitting down and letting Tommy rest right between his legs. He was sure Tommy could feel the girth of his cock against his ass, but that only makes it all the more appealing.
It was with burning cheeks that Tommy let himself be stripped down to just pale skin. He was lithe, small-bodied, and lined with boyish features that end at the curve of his belly that led down to soft lips. He pressed his legs together and shyly ducked his head down. He hadn’t bathed with anyone in a long time, not since he was little, and his father’s nudity made him nervous. He couldn’t help but feel sort of excited, however—it was a new activity, something new and fun to do with the man, even if it was the dreaded bath time.
He craned his wings up into the air, soft, wide tufts of white feathers that hide and simultaneously showcase the white skin along his back, unblemished and porcelain. He shuddered at how warm the water was, whining a little sleepily, still, but slowly becoming aware of the feeling against his butt. He turned his head around his shoulder to peer down at his father’s cock with timid, curious eyes. He looked away after a second, melting into the water in embarrassment; his father was massive. “Do you wanna go into town today, papa? Oh, but my mittens have holes in them and it’s cold. Always cold. We should move… somewhere with cows,” Tommy drawled mindlessly, watching the ripples in the water caused by his movement.
Technoblade chuckled softly when Tommy turned to look at his cock, quickly shying away at the size of it. He was about to tease Tommy and ask if something was wrong when Tommy changed the subject, suddenly babbling about the cold. At the mention of moving Technoblade frowns, “Your dad loved it here,” he mumbled, absentmindedly playing with Tommy’s hair, “He helped me pick this place out. He helped me survey the terrain and build the house.”
The mention of Phil kind of dulls the mood, making Technoblade’s chest ache as he gently ran his fingers through Tommy’s soft wings, wetting the feathers. He took his time washing Tommy’s wings, well-aware of how sensitive and intimate the area was; Techno did marry Phil, after all. He could recall many nights when he’d run his fingers through Phil’s wings, making the man keen and whimper and rut up against him.
Tommy craned his neck slightly upon hearing his father’s rebuttal, feeling a little guilty now. It was always so warm in L’Manburg, bright days and humid nights—the complete opposite of the frozen tundra his fathers enjoyed. Maybe that was why Wilbur stole him that night, maybe he had gotten sick of the weather. But really, it wasn’t so bad, Tommy supposed. His Papa always layered him up quite thickly so the snow rarely touched him.
“Did Dadd—“ he swallowed down a little peep when he felt hands against the delicate expanse of his wings. He slapped a hand over his mouth and curled his body forward just slightly. The white clumps of still-developing feathers puffed out instinctively, and Tommy is forced to try his best to stay quiet. Wilbur had rarely used water to clean his wings, only ever using his hands to preen the dirty plumage.
“D-Did Daddy decide he didn’t like the weather here anymore? Is that why he’s gone away?” It was an innocent question, just a curious little boy without a proper understanding of the world around him, or the connotations implied within it.
Technoblade’s chest ached when he heard Tommy innocently asking about Phil. The poor kid had no concept of death yet. Technoblade sighed, trying to think of some way to answer Tommy—some way to explain why his dad wasn’t here anymore. “Well, you see…” Techno started, still gently cleaning Tommy’s wings, “Your Daddy wants to be here with us, but he can’t be here right now. I promise you he loves you very much and if he could be here right now I’m sure he’d appear in an instant. But he’s… he’s with Wilbur right now. Just like how I have to take care of you, Daddy had to take care of Wil.” Techno gave the best explanation he could, trying not to tell any lies, but trying to save the fact that Phil was gone forever for… a later date when Tommy would be able to handle it.
Technoblade finished up with Tommy’s wings, running water through the feathers to rinse them one last time before he grabbed a washcloth and began lathering it up with some soap. He started to wash Tommy’s body, first sliding over his arms and moving to his chest, being sure to be very gentle around his sensitive nipples. Perhaps Techno brushed over them a few more times than was necessary. Once he finished with Tommy’s torso he began washing Tommy’s back, carefully cleansing the pale skin around his wings.
Tommy hummed slightly in response to his father’s story, nodding along. He understood that Wilbur was gone, after all, he hadn’t seen him since after the fall of their country; since the explosions that hurt Tommy’s ears. He couldn’t really understand why he was gone. He just knew that Wilbur wasn’t able to come back right away.
“It's good that Daddy’s there to take care of Wilby,” he decided after a minute, flapping out his wings in an effort to dry them. “Wilby’s head hurt a lot, but we never had any medicine for him,” Tommy toyed with the soft skin of his knees, “but I bet Daddy has the best kind of medicine to help with his headache.”
Then he was silent as Techno diligently washed his body, little blue eyes watching as soap bubbled around his body, making soft skin softer. He bit his lip when Techno cleaned his nipples, shifting in the tub but remaining respectively silent. The flat expanse of his chest had always been a little hypersensitive, but Wilbur always told him that was just because his body was made wrong.
Technoblade hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to wash Tommy’s body. He had to shift the boy up into his lap so he could wash his legs and feet, and then he was left with the freedom to do whatever he wanted to Tommy’s pink little pussy. Who would give up an opportunity like that?
Technoblade slid a finger up Tommy’s sensitive slit, rubbing gently at the boy’s clit. “Oh, Tommy, look at yourself,” Techno scolded as he spread Tommy’s legs open, locking them around his own so Tommy couldn’t hide himself. “You’re so dirty down here, doll…” Technoblade sighed, rubbing at Tommy’s soft folds as he washed off dried cum and slick, unable to suppress a smirk at the knowledge that he did that to Tommy. No one else could make his baby boy feel as good as he could.
“It’s probably just as dirty inside, too…” Techno hummed, deciding to go easy on Tommy by sliding only his pinky inside Tommy’s entrance, beginning to rub at his walls and curl his finger in an imitation of ‘cleaning’ Tommy’s sensitive insides.
Tommy began to shuffle when his father brought his hand back to the soft space between his legs. He gasped softly and tried to press his legs together, only to find them caught around his father’s. “Papaa,” he said softly, almost a whine but not quite. His cheeks blazed in humiliation as he realized he must’ve made a mess of himself last night, and now his Papa had to fix it for him.
“I-I didn’t mean to be dirty, Papa,” he tried to convince the man with a quiet pout. He didn’t especially want to be touched there after yesterday, but his father was being perfectly wonderful by trying to help clean him that Tommy couldn't even complain.
Tommy sighed happily, because whatever Techno was doing felt good . The warm water pressed right up against the sensitive pink heat of his pussy and it sent goosebumps along his skinny limbs. Techno’s hand knew every spot and angle to push against and Tommy couldn’t help but whimper and subtly try to angle himself to get more of the sensation. He was a little embarrassed because his father was cleaning him; he definitely wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it half as much as he was.
Tommy felt like he was taking advantage of his father’s kindness. He hoped he was being sneaky enough for his father not to notice as one arm braced against Techno’s knee and the other one pressed against his mouth as he tried to shift and rut as gently as he could.
Technoblade quirked an eyebrow when Tommy whined and pressed back against his finger. So Tommy was still enjoying Techno fingering him even after yesterday? Perfect. Techno grinned maliciously, ignoring Tommy’s painfully obvious attempts to get more stimulation.
“Oh, Toms… You really got worked up yesterday, didn’t you?” Techno sighed, feigning disappointment as he slipped his finger out and rubbed at Tommy’s entrance with his index finger. “I have to clean you deeper, Tommy. I know it may hurt a bit but it’s for your own good,” Technoblade hummed as he pressed his index finger inside Tommy’s tight cunt. He could touch Tommy so much deeper now, and the feeling of Tommy’s swollen cervix against the pad of his finger is rewarding enough.
Tommy’s heart fluttered in his chest upon hearing his father’s words, the disappointment evident in his voice; Tommy suddenly felt as though he’d been very naughty, and guilt gripped at his chest. “I’m sorry,” he sniffled, although he didn’t really know what he’d done. He tried to angle himself to see better, face slightly reddening when he watched his father’s pinky pull out from inside his twitching cunt.
True to his word, his Papa’s larger finger does hurt. There’s a little stinging sensation around his rim that made the poor boy whine out in pain. He didn’t understand how it could go from feeling so good and wonderful to hurting. “Nooo-!” he gasped, pushing himself right up against his father’s cock as he squirmed.
Technoblade’s breath hitched and he was forced to choke down a groan as Tommy rubbed his ass up against Techno’s soft cock, making it twitch with interest. He kept toying with Tommy for a moment, loving how trusting and docile the boy was, not even questioning or trying to protest as Techno circled his finger around Tommy’s cervix and rubbed up against it.
Tommy wanted to swat Techno’s hand away, but ultimately knew better than to do something like that. He knew his father was just helping him out by cleaning him, but Tommy still didn’t think it felt very good. Not bad, necessarily, he decided after a minute, because Techno pushed up against something nice inside the little boy that makes his toes curl, a watery moan turning into a nervous chirp. “I- Is it better yet, Papa?” Tommy was almost pleading when he asked, his squirming causing water to splash over the tub’s edge.
Technoblade slowly slid his finger out of Tommy’s tight cunt once he decided it would be cruel to subject Tommy to more. His cock was fully erect by this point, pressing up against Tommy’s back and really showing their size difference; Techno’s length reached nearly halfway up Tommy’s slender back. Technoblade moved his hands under Tommy’s thighs and shifted his body to expose his privates more, one hand moving down to rub at the sensitive skin of Tommy’s asshole. “You know, Tommy, come to think of it, you should probably be cleaned here as well…” he mumbled, his heart pounding in his ears as he began to press a finger into Tommy’s ass.
Tommy flushed when he felt Techno’s cock against the delicate curve of his spine, stiff girth against soft, baby skin. The sweetness of his cunt trembled around nothing as he watched another finger pop out from where it had been pulling shy chirps from his chest. His thighs stuttered unsurely from where they were stuck around his father’s legs and he rocked back into the tub as he was pulled up, chest sliding under the water level as his intimacies were further revealed.
He whimpered shakily as the very delicate dip of his second beautifully pink hole was rubbed against. His face burned, and he ducked and cocked his head everywhere to try to look away from the sight. “Papa, you—!” he squeaked a shrill, frightened noise when he felt the digit try to slip into his sensitive walls. The water made it much less painful had he tried to go in dry, but Techno’s finger was considerably larger compared to his tiny body and the sensation was anything but pleasant.
“Papa no!” he wailed, this time reaching forward and gripping at his father’s wrist with wobbly hands that tried to push him away. “No! No, no, I don’t want that, Papa!” he pleaded, his voice wavering in his throat as he tried to shift backward, effectively squirming against Techno’s cock. “I-It’s clean, it’s clean, please don’t put it in! It’s not dirty, I promise!”
In actuality, Tommy had no idea if he needed to be cleaned there or not. His fear could only be compared to cleaning a scraped knee—even if in the end it would help, it was much too scary for him to comply with.
Technoblade felt himself beginning to get frustrated as Tommy cried and squirmed, his rim tightening to try to force Techno’s finger out. “Come on, Tommy, don’t be a baby. I’m just cleaning you,” he huffed out, pulling Tommy’s hands away with his free hand. “It’s okay, doll, it’s just me. Papa’s here. You don’t gotta be scared,” Techno reassured as he nuzzled into Tommy’s neck, kissing his soft, unmarked skin.
After a few moments of pressing and rubbing at Tommy’s hole, Techno finally coaxed the muscle to relax enough for the tip of his finger to press inside. Once he’d breached the small boy’s rim it was easy for Technoblade to slowly sink his finger inside, rubbing and massaging at Tommy’s walls. He could feel the boy flexing and pulsing around him in the most erotic way as he slowly pressed his finger inside Tommy’s ass, his cock throbbing against Tommy’s back.
Tommy hiccuped as his father tried to soothe him, his eyes welling up with tears. His father had told him to settle down—to not to be a baby because there was nothing to be scared of—and Tommy felt childishly stupid for not being able to take what he was given like a big boy. Techno was only trying to help him and Tommy was being unreasonably difficult. He knew that Papa always meant well, and he knew Papa would never hurt him, except that—except that he was .
As the finger began to slip deeper inside, Tommy’s sniffles grew louder, raw and achy pains shooting into his lower back as he was made to take the girth of his father’s large finger. It was foreign and awful and Tommy hated it more than anything. He tried to calm down. He really did. He bit his lip to stifle his whimpers and squeezed Techno’s unused hand to try and just relax , but it was so difficult and Tommy was so small, much too fragile, and much too trusting.
“Papa,” he begged, warm tears finally dripping down his cheeks as he moved around, weeping warily and trying to push back against his Papa for comfort. More water splashes over the edge of the porcelain tub, surely causing a mess for later. “Papa,” Tommy’s soft voice sounded so wounded, so terrified. His walls were far too tight to be comfortable for either of them, clamping down hard enough to constrict the finger’s movement and worsen the poor boy’s pain.
“I’m not scared,” Tommy whispered out loud, although his trembling body disagrees, “I'm n-not scared, it’s not scary.” Obviously, he wasn’t trying to convince Techno anymore.
When Tommy began to cry Technoblade sighed and kissed the top of Tommy’s head. “It’s okay, baby. I know it hurts. I know, doll.” Techno slowly pumped his finger inside Tommy, rubbing against his walls as if he actually was trying to clean him. He knew the friction without lube against Tommy’s delicate rim would be a lot, so he only teased for around a minute before sliding his finger back out of Tommy’s abused little hole.
“There you go, Tommy. You’re all clean now. You did so well for Papa,” Techno praised, wrapping Tommy in a big, warm hug. He lifted the boy up and set him back down a bit higher so that Techno’s dick was pressed between his little thighs, rubbing up against his cunt. “You’re so pretty, Tommy. My pretty little boy. This will only take a minute, alright?” Techno muttered as he lined his cock up between Tommy’s plush thighs. He began thrusting feverishly once he felt the friction, groaning at the softness of his son’s pussy lips against his thick cock.
Tommy soaked up the comfort while he was cleaned , pitiful sniffles leaving the distraught child. He stopped fighting as much towards the end, panicky twists turning into lighthearted twitches until finally, his father deemed him washed enough and the digit is pulled out. He felt oddly proud of the way Techno praised him—it made it all worth it. And then, all of a sudden, he was being moved up and backward so that his Papa’s scarily large cock pops up between his pale thighs, comfortably settling against the heat of his pink pussy.
He pressed both wrists against his face when Techno started moving, eliciting squeaky moans from the young boy every time he pressed against the delicate swell of his clit. Tommy was very pleased to have a distraction from the way his asshole was left feeling sore, only further fueled by the line of praises. He wasn’t sure if this was a reward for being good or just something Techno had decided he wanted to do, but Tommy didn’t mind at all. It didn’t hurt, so the blonde was all for it.
Technoblade groaned against Tommy's shoulder, fucking between his thighs fast and rough, doing what he only wished he could do to the boy's little cunt. Tommy's thighs were a good enough substitute, at least, and he still got to hear Tommy's cute little noises with the way his thick cock rubbed up against Tommy's clit. He used to feel bad about using Tommy like this, but honestly, wasn't Tommy enjoying it? Enough to come back a second time and ask for more? He wasn't really hurting Tommy if he was reacting like this, right?
"God, Toms… I love you, baby. Papa's good boy," he whispered into Tommy's ear as he neared his orgasm, bouncing the young boy on his cock like a fleshlight as he fucked into Tommy's thighs. Someday he'd surely stretch Tommy enough to fuck him. That would be incredible. And sure, it would probably hurt for poor Tommy, but Tommy was a big boy. He could deal with it. Technoblade finally came with a long moan, turning the dirty water even more murky.
Tommy pressed back against Techno while he murmured into his neck, bright pink cheeks ducking between tiny fingers as he watched his father’s cock lift and fall between his thighs, a rather mesmerizing sight for the little boy. He was completely unable to look away, baby blues peaking out to watch the scene, enraptured. He couldn’t help but note how much less water was in the tub from when they’d started, all his manhandling bouncing causing even more water to spill over the edge.
When his father finished, Tommy was left shuddering with goosebumps when something white fizzled into the water, only making the boy’s cheek brighter; he felt like he’d just bore witness to something entirely private. The feeling between his legs wasn’t enough to make his stomach explode into fireworks like before, but his entire body was ripe with tingles that pleasantly drowned out his soreness.
"Good job, Tommy! You did so well!" Technoblade praised as he picked Tommy up and set him down on the edge of the bathtub. He drained the water and grabbed the towels he'd prepared earlier. Techno wrapped Tommy in a towel and dried himself off with his own.
It was a little uncomfortable to sit; Tommy only noticed once he was set on the rim of the tub, the ache in his ass persistent. Tommy was silently and immensely pleased at all his father’s gracious words, a shy little smile even finds its way onto his face, like he was being congratulated for getting a good score on a test. Tommy held the towel close to his shoulders, rubbing his thighs together in a ghosted effort to subside the tingles. “It felt good for you, Papa?” he asked sweetly, timid wet eyelashes blinking gently. “Is that why you— uhm.” He wasn’t quite sure what the word was. He had no way of knowing that his father had just cum from rutting into his thighs, could have no idea how wrong the whole of the situation was, could have no idea the kind of terrible, awful things Techno had in store for him.
“Yes, darling. Just like how I make you feel good sometimes,” Technoblade chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Tommy’s head. “When that white stuff comes out it means you made me feel really good. So you should be happy whenever it happens,” Techno explained casually as he dried himself off.
“Now, do you want me to help you get dressed or can you do it on your own?” Techno asked, wrapping the towel around his hips once he was mostly dried. Of course, Techno would love more excuses to look at Tommy’s body, but he doesn’t want to seem like he was babying the boy. As long as Tommy trusted him he would be able to do whatever he wanted without question.
Tommy nodded thoughtfully, staring at the floor as he considered what he’d just been told like a schoolboy with a new lesson to study. He couldn’t help but wonder if his father experienced the very same tingles he had so wonderfully felt in the center of his warm cunt.
“I can do it myself,” he assured—he was, after all, a big boy now. He was a cuddly, clingy, loving little boy but he chased after independence like a cat to yarn. He kept the towel over his shoulder like a makeshift cape before standing up, hesitating slightly when he fumbled forwards, the ache in his lower back throwing him off guard. He stood there, dazed for just a second before he scurried out of the bathroom and down the hall to where his room was, unaware of the way his father’s lustful eyes followed him until he was out of sight.