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Sho had his face buried into the pillows, sweat ran lightly across his chin and decorated his skin. His expressive breathing was sucked into the pillow he stubbornly turned to and Toichiro, his father, had his hands stuck to his boy's chest. Crept into his bedroom in the early morning, his coffee was put on his son's bedside table. Toichiro, aware of it being a weekend, decided he could waste his son's morning.
A reddened face and hands that gripped his sleepwear— Sho was not in agreement. The smell of his father's clean white button-up shirt, the darker smell of his coffee both near and a flavor on his lips. Toichiro stroked Sho's sides with his palm, slowly as he rocked his son's erection with painfully slow hands. His own was obvious behind his dark slacks and Sho tried to not stare. Despite the position he was in, being lewdly touched by his own father, he tried to not get distracted, aroused by this very situation.
Toichiro always had his way when he was home. Suddenly he became an authority figure to a resident he barely knew of. Sho gasped, uttered a quiet denial of the hot, hot feeling in his stomach. His leg slightly rose against Toichiro's, and he smiled, letting go of his son's erection knowing exactly what he was doing.
“You're awful.” Whispered Sho as he gripped his loose shirt tighter and Toichiro's hands traveled to under his thighs.
“I'm letting you enjoy this for longer.” Toichiro said in voice Sho couldn't decide if it was calming or completely without tone.
“Dad, I—” Toichiro stared down at Sho, laid in his bed, hair a sprawled mess on his pillow and his lips that opened small.
Legs raised, it made Sho quieter for a moment. Embarrassment, likely. His father glaring at him with his dark blue, empty eyes as he touched his son's bare skin, undid his zipper and moved closer, that too, likely.
Toichiro was erect between Sho's thighs. The width of it compared to his son's thin, lacking of flesh thighs made Sho burn, but he had to remain clear in the head.
That cock pushed past Sho's thighs, laying heavy on the small boy's front, Sho's own erection pathetically twitching beneath it, he had to close his eyes shut. To not let himself be distracted by his father's silent advances and the creeping arousal.
Sho turned his head past closed curtains– to the ticking clock on his wall with his widening eyes.
“I don't have time for this… D-dad.” Sho managed to bite through his teeth at last, but Toichiro started to move his hips to Sho's behind, indulgent-like closing Sho's legs around his own cock with his powers.
Sho's legs clasped tighter too and he bit his lips. His father's cock rubbing lightly against his balls, it was enough to make Sho leak from his tip, enduring a fiery embarrassment as it dripped onto his abdomen.
Lightly he spoke out his father's name again, and only for a second Sho was relieved, mistaking it as Toichiro hearing him the first time, but he didn't release the grip on his legs for that. Toichiro took rather ahold of both their genitalia, and his hand slid to the very base of them both because of their difference in length.
Sho uttered a short sound, something pathetic and pitched as his eyes grew wide at the sight. His erection was entirely hidden in Toichiro's fist, while Toichiro's own cock reached outside of it in such a perverted way. Sho could feel his father's cock throb against his even with a slow stroke and it made him dazed in arousal.
That man's body was so much bigger than his. He was a father violating his own son, after all.
“Be quick,” Sho said breathlessly, hardly denying being turned on by his father.
“Get this over with.”
Toichiro almost sneered in response, fitting their bodies closer as he made Sho's back lift higher against his own body.
“So that you can go on a date?”
A rough gasp parted Sho's lips. From the speed of Toichiro's hand, the way his cock felt against his, and the surprise of hearing exactly what Toichiro said.
“I know about your plans. You have time to spend with me.” Toichiro said simply, enjoying the surprise on Sho's hot face. He eyed the phone laying casually on the bed.
“Hah?!” Sho said in a shuddered gasp before realizing.
“You looked at my phone. I can't believe this… What are you, a jealous lover?!” Spat out, Sho couldn't believe that Toichiro was the kind of person to do that.
Toichiro's face fell again as he looked down at Sho, from his face to his body. The shriveled morning appearance he had, and the fact he had probably become more sweaty than when he initially woke up.
“Don't make jokes, Sho. As your parent I should know who you talk to.”
Sho gripped onto Toichiro's clothes, signaling urgency.
“What about asking, you shitty dad?”
Toichiro leaned over Sho, closer to him so that his foolish son would hear him more clearly.
“You wouldn't have told me the truth.” Despite a stale voice, it held all of what Toichiro expected of his son.
“You don't know the truth from this either— because I am not going on a date.” Even when Sho furrowed his eyebrows more, determined to reject Toichiro's idea. He only got looked at more blankly, as if every word of his could be debated.
“Is that what you claim?” Toichiro said deep as his mouth corners bent. Sho stayed quiet as Toichiro moved closer, changing the grip he had around their hard-ons to rearrange his fingers to Sho's precum tip.
His mouth grazed against Sho's neck and then he began moving against him, at a different rhythm than before. Sho groaned at the sudden continuation and whined more when Toichiro sunk his teeth into his neck. Sho wanted to complain verbally, but he knew he couldn't. The best case was to finish up, so Sho bit his lips and let Toichiro have his way fully.
Toichiro's other hand landed on Sho's face, gripping its smaller frame and smaller cheeks. As if holding Sho in place as he bit down his neck and shoulders. It made Toichiro feel Sho's moaning lips and bruising teeth against his palms, exciting him more.
Sho's hips moved slightly along with the rhythm, all gentle and all shy. He was on the verge of coming, his mind being all mixed up, thinking things like: I want my dad closer. Instead he rubbed his lips on his palm, kissing it the same he sucked his skin. Sho could feel his father's smiling against his throat-skin. It was barely audible but Toichiro spoke.
“Greedy for your father after all. You can't have it all, Sho.”
Ignoring the implications, Sho's neck and shoulders were bitten into, and copying his “dear” father, Sho bit into his palm as well, as he came wet onto his abdomen, sticky and quick— from his father's hands.
Toichiro lightly groaned as he felt Sho twitch and come against him, knowing he was close too. Sho, still reeling from his orgasm, was suddenly flipped around onto his stomach, legs flat on the sheets and with a hard grip against his ass.
Feet pushed against the bed as Sho felt his father's erect cock push between his cheeks. Thinking Toichiro would try to push his big cock when his entrance had been completely untouched before now.
Panicked, pushing legs, Sho looked at his father with pleading eyes as he had forgotten how to speak at this moment.
Toichiro rubbed the end of his cock against his son's entrance, feeling the skin around it tighten as it felt him. In a way, Toichiro was being considerate. As he gripped his son's fragile body, turning the skin around his ass red with the deep seated fingers, Toichiro came as he pushed his cock against his entrance.
It made a mess in all areas around, and Sho held his legs so tightly together, his eyes going sideways as he felt his father's throbbing cock as he came, so close and pushed to his body but not inside. The brief idea of Toichiro properly fucking him came to mind, and made Sho erect once again.
Toichiro inhaled. He raised himself up again, leaving his bite marks on his son's skin.
“Then go, Sho. Get yourself fixed up.” He said as he tucked himself in again and slid his belt across. His eyes glanced at his son covered in dirty strings of white and sweat.
Sho blushed, raising his legs– that suddenly felt heavy— awkwardly up as he nodded. He would have to hurry and get it together if he wasn't going to be the guy who's late.
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Through his wardrobe Sho pulled up pairs of jeans and shirts, attempting to decide on something to wear quickly. Sho would take a shower, of course, to get this gross aftermath of his father completely off, and feel brand new. Though, when Sho closed the wardrobe, the mirror on the front of it faced him. Sho was half naked and seeing this sight, he shivered when he spotted the darker spots on his skin. Chewed skin visible to the top of his neck.
Sho sighed with his arms lifted and smacked to the wardrobe. He couldn’t possibly go out when it looked like he had been attacked by an animal. Sho stared down at the shirt he had in hand, and hung it back inside the wardrobe. He would have to wear a long neck shirt and a jacket he could zip up high.
Before Toichiro decided to bother him more, Sho would hurry to the bathroom. Get the shower on and forget all about his own arousal under the rain of hot water.
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Water poured down hot on Sho's skin. He used the good shampoo and smelled lively honey and sugar. Moments before Sho was about to twist the shower’s handle, it knocked on the bathroom door.
His father, off to the side of the entrance, lightly hit his curled fists to the door, where behind it, the sound of spilling water was still hammering the walls. It was a gentle beating to the door, but it made Sho's stomach turn, just slightly. Toichiro wasn't deaf, he very well could hear that his son was still in the shower.
Even so, Sho was about to turn the shower off, so he did, all the while loudly answering his father's knocking.
“What is it?! I am not even out of the shower.”
“Open the door, Sho.” Toichiro said with an unchanging tone. He hadn't attempted to twist the door knob, but Sho heard that he had put his hand heavy on it.
Sho, appalled, even hesitated opening the shower's glass door, wary.
“T-The hell?! No!”
There was a moment of stillness. Toichiro didn't make a sound after Sho's stubborn no, not until his powers dressed the white bathroom door in its fiery red, the sound crackling— and then therefore causing the door to drop its pieces holding it locked. Impatience. Toichiro might as well have not even asked Sho to open the door at all.
Before Toichiro had cracked the door loose, Sho had, in a panic, wrapped his towel around himself, but the moment after that Toichiro was already inside. Staring at Sho's bare bones skin.
Sho held his towel high on his pale torso, gripping it tightly with one hand.
“Dad… you… you know I don't have time for this.” Sho said gritting his teeth, hiding the tinge of fear that crept up on him with his angry expression. Sho had to pretend like breaking down the door on your naked, vulnerable son and when he yelled at you “no” was not batshit insane.
Toichiro closed the distance between them. Sho had his towel up high to cover his chest. Sho had his hair damp, dripping over him just a little, but it made his hair look long and his eyelashes were clear and wet. Toichiro came inside because there was one thing he had to make sure of before he let his son go.
He didn't want his son to be a clean slate for him to return smelling like some pony.
“Dad.”
Sho furrowed his eyes more. The water dripped on his face so smoothly, and his eyes seemed teary. Sho wanted to shout at his father to not waste his time but his eyes were digging into Sho so.
“Sho.” Sho was startled, batting his eyes with his annoyed expression. Toichiro opened his mouth once more, in a calmer, weirdly relaxing manner. He smiled, just slightly.
“Come here.”
Sho stepped forward, then stopped.
“L– let me put on clothes.”
“No, come here.” Toichiro continued on, he held out his hand with minimum effort, and Sho met his palm with his. Toichiro leaned forward and Sho tugged the towel around himself tighter, happy that his body was small enough for the towel to go completely around– just for that moment.
It was unexpected, but Toichiro inhaled the new smell coming from Sho's hair. His nose buried into the soft and wet layers of Sho's newly washed hair. Sho blushed intensely, next feeling Toichiro's fingertips laid on his bare arm.
Toichiro lifted his boy's arm to lay it against his head, and smelled the smooth skin under his arm, lacking the smell of sweat.
The gentle grip Toichiro had on Sho's torso and arm made Sho feel like a woman being adored by her husband.
“S-stop it, dad. You're still sweaty.” Ignoring his son's statement completely, he talked in a low, slow voice.
“You smell nice, Sho.”
Sho blushed pink. He bit his lips together, trying to not feel the heat swell on his small cheeks.
Eyes eyeing his son's lips, Toichiro soon had one grip around Sho's lower hips, and another one reaching up to his jaw.
It was slow, even careful at first. Toichiro's lips threaded lightly against his son's, as his grip on his face became tighter, somewhat forcibly making Sho pucker his lips. What made Sho twitch was Toichiro's soft sigh into his own open mouth, the warmth of his tongue blending in with the soft gasping made Sho feel painted. The touch of his father was warm and his tongue was red.
Toichiro's tongue gently led Sho's tongue, and Sho moaned as he realized his open mouth had made him drip from his teeth. Toichiro drank it up, angling Sho's head further back to eventually push him to the counter. Sho gasped with his mouth open, his tongue being played with by his rude father.
A hand travelled beyond Sho's hip, to under his towel. Toichiro groped the soft flesh and pushed his tongue before letting go. His eyes were low and he looked unhappy.
“I changed my mind.” Toichiro pulled Sho’s waist, only growing more aggitated as he felt his son’s slim body.
“W-What?” Sho gasped with spit still on his lips.
“Sho. you can only go out under my condition.”
A sticking kiss were planted on Sho, and another to his ear. Toichiro bit down on his son’s blushing ear and pushed him down to the counter, smacking his lips. Sho’s barren ass was against Toichiro’s, and he didn’t let up on biting his ear nor his son’s poor pink shoulders.
“You won’t mind it, Sho. You’ll have fun.”
Sho glarred in return, hardly believing any of what his father said. Until Sho was let out, he was painted in small, deep curved marks, prickled all over his skin. Sho had tried his very best to give Toichiro a taste of his own medicine, biting his hand like it was a toy.
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Sho let out a longwinded sigh. The house, his father, was all out of sight. Sho's friend was in sight, and he walked a bit faster, but still cool as he approached him. Sho had his phone in the back of low jeans and his father's stolen wallet in the other pocket. He let his thumbs out of his back pockets, his pants dragging low and breezy, while he had a turtleneck he thought was rather lame.
“Am I late? I feel like I'm late.” Sho smiled uncomfortably, thinking of his father who insisted on driving him since he was in such a hurry, but Sho practically ran away instead and chose to ride the bus uncomfortably.
The friend grinned, ignoring Sho's worry. He complimented Sho's jacket, denim with white stripes at the sleeves, calling him cool. Sho shook his shoulders, showing it off and continued with a stride to where they were going to talk and eat. It was just a fast-food place, Sho had no idea what made Toichiro so suspicious and tense about him, it was laughable.
Sho let his friend order for him, telling him that he didn't have time to take a piss before he ran out. A plausible excuse. Sho simply couldn't continue talking to his friend pretending like everything was fine.
Hurrying to the bathroom that was thankfully empty, Sho closed a stall shut, breathing hazardously as he finally was alone, locked somewhere that wasn't home. Sho pulled on his pants uneasily, patting his behind, and hunched forward in an aching stance.
“I can't believe him.” Sho spat out loud, riding off his jacket to hang up to the stall door, and hesitantly pulled his pants down to his knees. Sho looked down on himself, eyes horrified as the white liquid chased down his leg.
“I couldn't even do anything about this… My dad is disgusting.”
Sho quickly gathered toilet paper, rubbing the stickiness of his legs.
It had stuck to his pants, something Sho couldn't entirely do anything with, for now he just wanted the smell to be gone. Paper piece after paper piece, he threw it into the bin.
Sho grimaced, rubbing the garment of his underwear.
“It's starting to be nicely stretched out, isn't it, Sho?” Ringed in Sho's mind, his father's words as he prepared him before he went out. Sho admits there wasn't much resistance until Toichiro actually came in him. The gentle kisses along his neck and back, the thorough fingers which made Sho shake. Being bare skin after a shower, his father's shirt dampening against his son's back, Sho was regrettably weak. For what Toichiro had decided as the condition was— messing up son's underwear completely, embarrassingly making his son pull the pastel pink underwear against cum.
Sighing, Sho pulled the edge of his underwear forward, looking down at the drying mess with one hand covering his face, blushed to his ears.
“N-nasty old man.” His own cock was pressed into the cum, covered. Sho flinched as he felt something slide just slightly, feeling only more shame. He carefully sat down on the toilet seat, backing up on it, and pushed his knees high. Sho barely had his feet on the seat, but he curled them to stick, slipping his underwear off further before he spread his legs.
“This is so no one else gets the idea of touching you.” Toichiro had whispered in Sho's ear then, point-blank, as cum ran, he replaced his fingers with a metallic plug, shoving it in quickly, as to not lose a single drop. Toichiro had as well held one of Sho's underwear up, so any that dripped out was safely kept on clothing Sho would wear.
Sho repositioned himself on the toilet seat, a hand pushing at his inner thigh as he watched the mess. His ass clenched around the plug, and he groaned, thinking the plug was way too big.
A finger on each side of the end, Sho pushed his palm into the toilet seat before he mustered the courage to start pulling. It was a bit painful, and he soon discovered just his two fingers gently wasn't enough. Sho surrounded all his fingers around the end, smearing his lips tightly together. Eyes half closed, he tried pulling without feeling it, but his breath was hazed and he struggled to keep his seat. Legs twitching, and Sho moaned the further it pulled out of him. He could feel the white liquid oozing from the edges of the plug and turned red hot in the face. It was shameful, but he needed it out at all costs. He would clean up his mess in a minute.
The cold surface he sat on felt hard against back and bottom, and Sho began letting out his moans and sighs a little too freely, forgetting his position. Sho pulled once more with a heave, arm positioned roughly at the head of the toilet, figuring it was the last gentle pull he needed.
“Oh God.” Exhausted out of Sho, as one leg slipped off the edge and hit the floor, and his ass fell flat on the seat as he had finally pulled the unnecessarily big plug out.
Sho felt his ass clenching against itself as it was left wide open and red around the rim. Sho breathed out sweetly and pitched, gently holding stroking around the stretched out area. It hurt like damn, but the plop as the plug finally slipped out felt so good Sho bit his lip in, unable to see what was in front of him.
“Damn... There's some nasty fuck in here.”
Sho hadn't heard that someone had entered the restroom. But now he heard it very well. Sho sucked in his breath and stared down at himself. Even though the worst part, the plug, was finally out, cum was dripping down the toilet onto the floor, and his sore hole had more of his crappy father's cum running slowly out. Sho froze, someone knew he was in there, he was idiotic and careless, seeing as his unusual pink underwear was just dropped on the floor, and the only thing Sho was actually wearing was his socks and sneakers.
Sho clenched his fist as he heard further chuckles and groans.
“There's no way. That's a homo, ain't it?” Sho was hotly red on his face, feeling like he was melting right there on the seat from the humiliation. He hadn't even heard the strangers not only walk in but use one of the stalls. Sho was frozen until there was a loud banging on his stall door, and he jumped where he sat and pulled his legs up again.
Sho heard them laugh and walk away with loud steps. He hunched over himself as his pink shoulders and ears stood out, and his hair was a mess. To forget what had just transpired, he rolled the paper off the paper roll in a haste. As much paper and he could take and made use of his powers to clean it all up as best as he could. Before anyone else would come waltzing in and see that there's a clear pervert in the bathroom.
It was far from injust, since Sho looked down on himself and not only saw the spread out cum of his own father, but his cock had hardened in the mess and Sho couldn't be anymore ashamed.
If they had gone to get the staff, Sho would have gone ahead and used all of his charged energy up until now to blow himself up. Thankfully, those people seemed entirely unserious, and Sho wasted no time getting out after experiencing that.
“You used a long time, Suzuki! You needed to shit, after all?” Sho's friend laughed, as he cleared out his onion rings, almost done eating. Sho felt bad seeing it. He complained further that Sho's food was cold at that point.
“Don't you know I like my food cold?” Sho sat down, jolting as he did. His ass hurt, but he smiled, feigning ignorance.
“As if. You're the least cold-food guy I know.”
“Different days, different preferences.” Sho shrugged, sliding closer into his friend as he grabbed his fried food.
“To make it up to you, I'll order us both a kind of expensive drink so we can continue talking, yeah?” Sho smiled and bumped his shoulder to his friend and he returned with a slim smile.
“I love it when you pay.” Sho shook his father's card playfully, as all his friends knew where the money came from.
Grinning, and hoping his friend didn't notice or smell the sweat on him, Sho froze again as he heard familiar voices. The people that saw him in the stalls walked past them and out the entrance, and Sho strictly looked down, praying they wouldn't know if he didn't speak.
On the other hand, he left his guard down and didn't notice his friend’s hand lingering on his thigh.
“Suzuki.”
Sho's friend was closer than before, bumping his knee into Sho's knee.
“Are you still not dating any girl?”
Sho choked on his drink, and in the same breath slid further out, uncomfortable with how close he sounded.
“Tch. I'm just not interested.”
“I see…” The friend took a fry from Sho's basket, looking out the window before he turned back to Sho.
“I just think you're kind of hot.”
Abruptly, Sho stood up, his mouth somewhat agape as he looked around, avoiding his friend's eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck and ended up with his eyes glaring at the front desk.
“I'm going to go ahead and order you and I a good drink. Do you have room for dessert too?”
“... Yeah, of course.”
Practically running off, Sho stood in queue, gritting his teeth. In the end, he thought it would be better if he pretended he never heard what his friend said.
Food all finished, Sho's friend suggested the movies, but Sho waved it off, making up an excuse that he would want the rest of their friends to see the particular movies with them too.
There was no option of walking home together either when they came to the parking lot. Arguably making matters worse; a car drove harshly in front of them both. Sho halted his friend with a stretched out arm as the car drove in. It was as if the person driving was trying to hit him on purpose.
“That careless—,” Sho paused, tugging his pockets further down. He wanted to look away, but he guessed he couldn't. It was his father's car.
Sho wish he recognized it sooner. He could have started going to other direction earlier on but now his car had abruptly stopped in front of him. His father may often have others drive him, but this was his one single car he drove himself. Jet-black with a shine, a car he was particular about staying clean, at the very least the appearance of it.
Sho's shoulders raised uneasily as he listened to the sound of the sliding down of the window Slowly Toichiro's appearance came to view, as it was somewhat shadowed previously.
“Sho. I've come to drive you home.”
The friend awkwardly shifted. He had seen many people come to pick Sho up before. He had seen Sho with many adult men who could have easily been his father, if he were completely honest. Though he remembered this face in a little different taste. Though his hair was dark, his eyes much sharper and his demeanour undoubtedly different, it was something about the color in the older man's eye. He thinks this is Sho's father.
Sho was about to say something entirely different, but retorted to questioning his father.
“I… How did you know we were here?” Sho glared, and Toichiro looked down on him.
“Sho.” Surprised at his father's lower voice as he said his name, Sho flinched.
“If you want to talk, get in the car.” Toichiro said it with little toleration, and he was met with an uneasy glare. Sho gripped the window of the car, staring at the empty sits next to his father and behind him, and then he smacked his lips.
At this point things were awkward between him and his friend, so he didn't want to walk home with him anyway, but he couldn't deny that this was much worse. Despite the fact a small part of Sho was excited that his father had decided to come pick him up. He knew better. With that tremor of his short words, it was going to be a cold ride.
From the friend's perspective, the back car door opening on it's own was somewhat magical. He looked a little around, wondering if Sho's rich father had pressed a button special to his car.
“Come.” Toichiro said, his words sounding finer on the edge of a knife. He had used his powers to flip the door open, and Sho chuckled quietly at his father's impatience.
“Hey, so…” Sho was half-way in the car, trying his best to ignore his father's stare through the car's inside mirror.
“It was fun catching up. I know I've been kind of skipping school but— I'll send you all mails soon.” With a smile and a quieter voice than the friend was used to, Sho said his abrupt goodbye. The friend nodded with a smile, ready to say goodbye, but Sho said it first.
“See you.” By then Toichiro was sliding the windows up again, and drove off without concern for the other boy.
Quietly, Toichiro's car beeped as they made a turn. Sho watched his friend go back into the eatery, looking like he had forgotten something.
Toichiro broke the silence.
“You're a piece of work.”
Sho got wide eyes.
“Me? I am? I did not tell you where I was going, but somehow you're still here.”
“Don't tell me you have that stupid tracker on me again. Where the hell is it? On my phone? You know I'll happily bust my phone again!”
Sho swung his phone up, and looked at the back, front and sides of it, glaring at it suspiciously. He tried to think about if he had let it slip, but he couldn't remember that. Sho hissed at his father looking at him from the side, until he noticed that they were still in the parking lot. Rather, Toichiro had curved around only to actually park in a park slot.
Sho pressed his back to the car seat in a light thud. He was without any words. The engine turned off, and Toichiro opened his car door to swiftly open Sho's side.
“It's disappointing that my son is someone who lies through their teeth.” Toichiro came in with, glaring downwards as he pushed his knees into the car seat, far too close for comfort. Sho unbuckled his seat belt quickly, trying to run out the other side of the car, but once Toichiro was inside, the car was completely locked again.
It was fine this way. Sho crumbled small into a corner, like a mouse trapped. There was plenty of space in the backseat of Toichiro's fancy car, but Toichiro was still a man. If he wasn't sitting as anything but straight with his legs locked, he would be taking a big portion of the space. Sho felt small in that impressive car.
“A-Are you mad I'm calling you out for being a stalker?! It's the truth!” Sho blushed over his stuttering, but he continued dragging his teeth in bitterness as he stared up at his father who loomed over him.
Toichiro sat closer, widening his eyes. The poor mood was spilling out of him.
“Your friend was touching you. I saw it. I heard it too. He said he finds you attractive, was that not what he said?”
“Heard— W-what?!” Toichiro ignored Sho's every word, focused on accusing Sho out of every bit, and his eyes remained glaring.
“You're only thirteen Sho. What have you done to make other kids look at you that way? Is he older? He was well taller than you.”
“Tsk. It's just my height!” Sho pushed away the hand that crept closer to him. Toichiro was stroking individual burning strands off Sho's hair, loosely laying at his front, studying his size. Toichiro got far too close to him, he wanted to push him away, but it was such a tight space, it could never be far enough away.
Toichiro looked at his palm, it seemed untouched, so he wasn't exactly staring at a hurt hand. He looked up with a scornful bite.
“This is exactly why I said schools are full of vermin.”
“…Stop. He's only my friend, and he's not a bad person.” Sho stared straight ahead at his father, who had a bad taste for any public setting. In Sho's mind, he ended the sentence with; Unlike you.
“So you liked it?” Toichiro's question was ignorant of everything Sho had said. Feeling small in his cornered seat, Sho smeared his lips while he looked down. It was an obvious No.
“That's none of your business. Dad.” Sho said between close lips as he was pressured between the car and his father who was yet to sit down. He was hunched over despite the short car ceiling, his solid shadow brushing against it too. It was like he wasn't conversing with his son. Rather, it was like there was something he sought after.
In an abrupt tug, Toichiro pulled Sho closer, turning down his eyes to his son's clothes.
“You're correct. It's not any of my concern.”
Toichiro's voice was overly plain and distant toward Sho's words. He changed his focus. His hand was gripping into Sho’s gray turtleneck, and Sho could do nothing but watch his father's face turn into darkened dissatisfaction.
Sho's turtleneck was tugged so the fabric covering his neck was pulled down. Toichiro stared, placing flat fingers on the surface of Sho's now bare neck. It made it pound in his heart. Sho wondered if he could hear it as well as he did. The memories of Toichiro's hand instead curved around his neck, but rather now, he must be looking at only hour old bite marks.
“He didn't see any of this?”
Toichiro dug his fingers into the marks. Sho turned around with a harsh breath, barely holding up his jacket.
“No. Thank God.”
Humming in a sort of nod;
“Mm. Relieved, are you?” Toichiro swirled his energy around his finger tips. It curved around hot and red. Sho wasn't surprised until it steamed from his fingers, as it wasn't merely a hot flaring energy; but a burning sting that Toichiro dragged through Sho's clothes. It tore and it sizzled in a straight line from Sho's neck. His turtleneck fell apart from the middle and Toichiro ripped the rest.
“Ah—!!! You asshole!” Sho gritted his teeth, but it burned against his skin. He was used to being showered in an affectionate heat, but the edges of the rips turned brown in their burn and Sho's skin lingered red, in a freshly burned tint.
In reaction, Sho grabbed on Toichiro's shoulder to pull him off, but Toichiro only held his wrist sharply. The car shook.
“Calm down, Sho.” Toichiro said through the hot steam, though the steam slowly dispersed. He laid his flat palm carefully above Sho's chest.
His boy's eyes were shut tight as he breathed slowly out. It would only sting for a second, Sho thought. Though it didn't change the fact Toichiro ripped his clothes through.
Toichiro smiled upon the revealed skin. It revealed their morning's hickeys and bites, and Toichiro couldn't resist leaning down. He practically caressed his son's skin with his teeth before he licked where it had turned red from a slight and temporary burn. Sho gasped at the somewhat gentle sensation, before Toichiro placed his hand on his shoulder and shoved him down into the car seat. It almost made Sho bite his own tongue.
Breathing turning ragged, Toichiro pulled Sho's ruined turtleneck for fun, stretching it upwards to let go, exposing more of Sho's bare red chest.
“You… You're as perverted as ever, Dad.” Sho said with a hesitating breath, the pain ached in a way that made his heart pound lightly. It was a sort of comfortable beat in his chest, as Toichiro towered over him. At the very least, Sho tried to keep his jacket on.
Toichiro, in a sudden grip, lifted Sho's legs, groping with one hand between the middle space. His thumb and his longer finger diligently rubbing against the tented crotch and ass. Sho gripped onto Toichiro, hunched.
“Oh?”
“At what point did you get rid of it?”
“Hah!” Sho looked down nervously, becoming far more embarrassed— but he couldn't let his father know.
“You think you can make me go out like that? I got rid of it the second I was in a stall. Threw it in the trash.” Thinning eyes, Sho looked at his father straight ahead, wanting to almost laugh at himself despite the awkward position he was in. He figured maybe it would make his father mad if Sho had thrown it away without a care in the world. Thinking about it now. Sho wished he had crushed it into dust with his powers.
Toichiro chuckled with an unamused glee.
“Are you not embarrassed by doing so at all? Taking off your pants, likely spreading your legs to take out a sex toy you yourself brought outside. No one saw or heard you?”
His hand pushed harder into the jeans. Teasing it in a way, and showing Sho how easily his hands wrapped his body. His small body. Sho turned his smirk into a grimace and breathed the same.
“Were you able to keep quiet? Really?” Toichiro mindlessly put his hand on Sho's stomach, dragging his fingers around, pinching his abdomen skin.
“Despite how big, and how much I filled you up, to make sure you felt every uncomfortable running inch?” Sho shivered. The very blush on his face told Toichiro so much even if he had his lips tight.
“I would consider myself sympathetic for giving you a hand in closing your loose hole, so it wouldn't drip as much. If that happened, it sure would be embarrassing.” Toichiro said in a sarcastic manner Sho despised hearing, and even more caressing his body.
“S…Shut up! You know what you did! I—” Words faltering, Sho gave up more detail than he wished to.
“I cleaned myself out.” The image made Sho blush harder.
Toichiro's hand was now on Sho's zipper, dragging it down as quickly as he pulled the rest of his pants off. Sho laid stumped, changing the hands that were holding his jacket up to cover his crotch where the gentle outline of his cock was pushed against his underwear.
“What—?!” Sho tried raising up his legs but Toichiro took them to pull them right back up.
“You said you were clean of me. I want to confirm it.”
Toichiro's eyes widened as his hands dawned on Sho's inner thighs, to his underwear which he pulled and let go off from the corners. Toichiro stroked his fingers slowly at the shape of his son's cock, raising his eyebrows as he felt it twitch behind the softly pink fabric.
“I wonder why you're so aroused, Sho.” Sho clicked his tongue while attempting to close his knees together. Shakingly, Toichiro held them apart and Sho couldn't help whining as he was forced to spread his legs.
Even worse, Toichiro could see all the dampness, the signs of running cum both ingrained into his underwear and the slightly wet thighs. Sho's cock reacted terribly to the embarrassment, legs shaking, even if only just a little.
“You're very wet—” Toichiro dabbed the tip of Sho's cock, it was barely a touch.
“It's sticking to your clothes.”
Sho's chest lifted through his rips, breathing harshly.
“It's just sweat.” Toichiro dragged his fingers down the back of his underwear, wrinkling it as caught his finger behind the underwear, and pulled.
“How sore.” Toichiro said while pushing Sho's legs further, smiling upon the aching behind, the slight shivering. Sho didn't have any way to bite back as Toichiro stroked his small soft flesh. Instead, he pronounced quiet grunts and small ‘ows' over Toichiro's hand pulling his red skin. As much as it hurt, Sho's cock was still caught erect under his underwear.
His asshole throbbed, opening for Toichiro's fingers.
With a prodding silence, Toichiro mellowed Sho's asshole out and slowly penetrated the red hole again. One finger to feel the fleshy edges, two fingers to push the rim and then three, as Toichiro saw Sho could easily take it. Sho whined out “Dad” as his fingers curled inside, exploring every inch to feel the remaining cum that still seeped inside his son. The wet sound of a clenching asshole against persistent adult fingers were nearly more audible than Sho's own whispered whines.
Sho breathed out hastily. The compromising position he laid in revealing it all. His damped skin, the blush from pleasure and the mess. Toichiro could feel not just the softness of flesh, but the remainder of his cum from the morning. Sho made a pitched whine as his asshole pulsated against the hitting of his father’s fingers. Toichiro’s eyes gleamed in a gray tint. Sho’s attempt to rid himself of his father was a lazy and quick effort. Further more, his son didn’t prove himself so unhappy.
Eyes glimmered further down. Toichiro looked at his son holding his arms together, the expression he wore of pure lust.
“Is your small hole never satisfied?” Sho’s eyebrows raised gently, and eyes whole. Toichiro reverted to penetrating Sho slowly, dedicating every thrust to pleasurable turns.
“It verily tightens around my fingers. So don’t show me that face, Sho.” The face of loving his father pushing his body to his whims, making Sho look at him from under.
Sho felt pressed in the car, understandably so. He was practically trapped, made to feel nothing but his legs thrown over him and his ass stretched.
“I don’t dislike this body of yours.” A long breath trembled from Sho. Under the tightness of his light pink underwear, his cock only got harder.
Toichiro held his one hand around Sho's unstable leg, pushing as his fingers twisted inside, and came out as a stretched white artwork. Toichiro's hand was coated and Sho turned around embarrassed.
“G-Gross, dad.” Sho was stained with cum against his underwear, sticky with it across his legs and that cum was something he couldn't entirely let drip out. Sho wasn't used to cleaning himself up after Toichiro had his way with him, not typically. It wasn't like Toichiro would tell him to.
“Clean it.” Toichiro's voice ran smoothly, so much it caught Sho off-guard when Toichiro's clean hand grabbed his face and made him turn to him.
With fingers gripped into Sho's cheek, his mouth came open, and before Sho could push— Toichiro's fingers were already toying with his lips, pushing on his teeth, and placing them on his small tongue. Sho's words came out empty and his legs faltered against his father’s body, despite the attempts to kick— as his wide fingers pushed past Sho’s tongue. The thick, pink skin of a tongue felt slippery and raw. Sho couldn't help the whine seeping out as his father rubbed his cum dressed fingers against the sensitive skin of his tongue.
“Bite down. Suck. It won't get clean otherwise.”
Sho was unable to control the twitching of his cock and Toichiro demanded from him as he made him taste the cum combined with sweat and salt, making it sour in taste. Sho tried to speak with his chest, speak as his legs were bundled and his ass was against his father's crotch, so annoyingly;
“You— Ah! Sick! Sto—op! Take out your h-hand!” It was inaudible, pitched, almost like a squeal in response as his mouth melted onto his father’s fingers. Sho was so badly trying to hold in moaning like a sickened pervert, enjoying his father's body on his. Especially right where they were, in an open parking lot.
“What a girly complaint. Speak with words, Sho. Is there anything wrong?” Toichiro spoke with his teeth showing, laughing inside about Sho's pathetic parade. He knew he was almost making his son gag. Poking at his inner mouth walls, toying with his tongue and the gross taste of sweat— it was simply hard to sympathize. Toichiro felt no need to. His son had grown into someone with a repulsive sexuality.
“Don't you feel responsible? The tight clenching of your asshole is what made me come inside of you.” Sho's drool ran down from the corner of his messy lips. It dripped from his chin as it did from the tip of his cock. Toichiro was pushing his hips against him, forcing him in a curled position where Sho felt so well— what was rock hard underneath his father's slacks. Sho was so, so embarrassingly aroused himself, cock throbbing in an unsatisfyingly horny way. A part of his brain was consumed in wanting to see it. See his father's likewise hard cock.
“Did you forget?”
Fabric rustled, and Sho, barely from where he laid, could see Toichiro moving his shoulders, unbuttoning his slacks.
Toichiro stared at what the state of his boy's body was in. Soft pale skin drippled in sweat and drool, framed with the clothes he chose.
“It was something your body wanted from me.” Someone was a little late to the event. Toichiro didn't plan on going anywhere until he saw.
“Even now…” Toichiro paused with his mouth partly open. The palm of his hand travelled down to Sho's abdomen that was slightly exposed for skin– to push his clothes further up. It was childishly soft, and at the same time burning hot.
Toichiro let go off his two fingers playing with Sho's tongue. In a way clean, he positioned them to stick around the side of Sho's face instead, holding it—— somewhat dear.
His thumb stretched out to the small thin lips and pushed into the mouth again, against teeth.
“A little practice. Suck it properly now.”
Sho let out a sound of slight pain as he parted his lips more. His drool fell against his father's thumb as his cloudy eyes raised blue and bright. Sho was hopelessly looking up at his father, so Toichiro bent down. He lowered Sho's legs for them to be on each side of him, and put his fingers through Sho's ripped holes.
The slightly wrinkled hand rubbed against the side of Sho's face and the gentle thread made Sho stick his tongue smoothly surrounding the thumb. He sucked, and to make his father happier, he lifted his hips.
Toichiro said nothing, but his eyes were wide open, looking at nothing but the son in front of him. Who was born to be a boy who bites back, but raised to indulge his father.
Sho's tongue twisted, and drool was smeared all over Sho's chin, as he was laying down, he couldn't do anything to the budding mess but to let it happen.
In a chilled voice, Toichiro spoke slowly as he made his son take him.
“Who are you tasting?” Sho's eyes blinked slowly, feeling both the heat in his mouth and the surface of his skin. His tongue felt heavy against his father's thumb, and it felt just as invading. Sho pulled back with the drooling mess, answering honestly.
“You. Dad.”
Sturdy white statues grazed salty skin, but it was Sho's tongue that felt his father up close. Sho was sure it was what his father wanted, but with the taste in his mouth, it was all so tempting to bite down, use those sturdy teeth, desiring aggression— to surround his father's thumb in deep dotted marks.
As if Toichiro knew what Sho was thinking, he pushed his thumb up to Sho's palate, soft blow, but uncomfortably close to his throat, and Sho let out an embarrassing taken-aback noise, groaning as his lips tightened around his father's finger.
“Do you want to bite?”
In a humorous light, he challenged his son somewhat, pressing his own weight on his son more. The flat side of his thumb was laid heavy on Sho's tongue, making Sho squeam more.
When Sho only wanted to cough up, the invitation was no longer so appealing. Toichiro rubbed his thumb against Sho's tongue, dipping the tip of his nail to the back of it, chuckling.
“So you do understand you're not meant to bite.”
Sho's eyes slimmed as his tears budded, he didn't let the treacherous touch do him in, but the attempt he made to grit his teeth came out pathetic. Toichiro held his mouth open, jaw pushing down. The drool came rolling down his lip corners, and Sho whined out like he was about to cry.
“Dad.”
Toichiro perked his head, whilst leaning over and taking a hold of his suit jacket. He pulled it off and reached his arm far to the front seat, where there was more air space. The jacket was thrown to the front, and his white shirt was unbuttoned as he coolly let his finger free. Sho's lips pouted to the drooly slip.
Sho watched his father's bare skin be revealed and he felt his heart beat lightly. Toichiro was without his upper suit, the purple and blue tie was dropped on Sho's abdomen. He stared, feeling his tongue become heavier with saliva as he was only just freed from his father’s weight in his mouth.
Shoulders so much thicker breached the small space. His arms, free of cloth, stretched out before he laid his focus on Sho.
Curved posture, Toichiro looked down at his son who had nothing holding him down anymore. Submissive; he laid at the edge of the seat, head dipping. With somewhat spread legs Toichiro brushed his hand against his inner thigh, where his bulge strained his slacks.
“Sho.”
Toichiro unbuckled his belt. It was loud as the metal hit the car door but the sound of his zipper being pulled down was smooth and quick. Toichiro guided Sho’s eyes and so Sho’s eyes fell down to the only fabric left blocking his father’s cock.
Sho's lips unintentionally smacked while he eyed the shape. Before he knew it, he was pulling them down with a furiously blushed face as his father's cock was freed in front of him. Sho looked to the car floor, spitting and pouting as he asked himself where Toichiro gets all of the energy from, reddened from tip to toe. His father never gives him a break.
“Get on your stomach.”
Sho stuttered, rubbing his sore hips.
“Right now? H-here?” Toichiro's eyebrow twitched as he leaned, grabbing Sho's waist himself before he could agree.
“It makes no difference.” In the new position, Toichiro laid his weight partially on his son, his hips pushed against the plush back he was leaning on, and Sho twitched as he felt his father press his thumb on his behind. He spread him just a little to push his cock between easier, and the heavy cock on his ass was keenly erect as his father humped. It made Sho bite his lip and his back sweat. It felt naughty, having your father hold you by your waist, arouse his hands across your skin as he put his weight on you.
String tore, and Sho yelped, turning his reddened face to the cushion. He felt his clothes tearing across his back again. Torn and loose fabric brushed against Sho’s chest and arms, like a thread you needlessly pulled. It seemed like Toichiro was playing with his powers and his son's clothing, pulling the fabric around his son's arms, into a much tighter grip. Even as Sho was already pushed down, his arms were tied with his ruined clothes, stuck to the sides of his torso.
Toichiro caressed his son’s body, as if proud of the state his son was in. His skin bulged and turned pink between the strings, and his position became difficult. Sho smeared his lips with his chest burning. As much resistance Sho did was disconcertingly look away, but he was just as guilty when he closed his eyes, and he could feel the shape of his father’s cock between him so well. Unconsciously he tipped his hips against his father who was already feeling him up. Making his father much more happy.
“Someone’s not tired.” Toichiro chuckled as he groped the eager hip of his son, before dragging his finger in-between his two flesh. Sho let out a yelp and pushed his flushed face deeper into the leather.
“N-not there. Dad.”
Toichiro’s thumb circled the rim of Sho’s hole and Sho groaned knowing how worn out it looked, squishing the finger that penetrated it.
“That’s not what you should say.” Shoving two fingers in at an unrushed pace, Sho agonisingly longed for the thick shape of his father– that was rubbing between his ass before. Rubbing his hips into the seats did no good, his restricted arms were embarrassingly difficult to deal with. Sho bit his lip as he felt his fingers toy with him.
“Fine… make it q-quick!” Sho laid there silently, before he sucked in his breath to ask politely.
“Please. Fuck me… again.”
Caught by surprise, Sho trembled from the gentle kiss on his back and the sensation of his father’s cock pushing its head into his entrance. Sho gripped his fists before he let out a relieved moan and lifted his hips higher up to his father.
“That’s it. Push your hips, Sho. Show me that your hunger is never satiated.” Sho’s teeth rubbed a little into the seats, pushing to the same erratic rhythm as his father.
Toichiro didn’t care how much sound the car made, how much it shook. People undoubtedly noticed and fortunately, Toichiro took his time to look outside of the window to see a familiar head. His smile became uncomfortably wide.
“We're greedy, aren’t we Sho? It doesn’t matter who sees you, does it?” Sho could barely humor his father, moans slipping from his lips as his clothes strained him and he sweated onto the black. Toichiro’s weight pushed his cock so much deeper into good spots.
“It’s more important we…” Breathlessly, Sho groaned like a brat.
“Just fuck me, fuck me more.”
Sweat dripped from the edge of Toichiro’s jaw. They were melting in sweat from the tight space and their total disregard of any public decency, moving their hips like people weren’t looking. Toichiro’s teeth showed through his grin, and for a moment, Sho turned his head to look at that happy face created by lust.
“Your friend seems to recognize me.”
Toichiro looked back down to his son who had tied his lips together while his eyes were wide and glitched. Toichiro held down on his waist and thrust into him with a heavy push that made Sho gasp louder than before.
“You—! You’re lying, he went home ages ago!” Toichiro’s fiery red energy burned around Sho’s body again, tightening the tied up strings, making Sho stiffen, stopping any drastic movement. He continued being a good doll.
“Watch your attitude.” Toichiro angled his hips to make Sho scream out more, punishing the sweetest spots, groping his soft skin and eyeing his body— that was shaped in worry.
“Is he… really there.” Sho closed his eyes shut, resisting kicking his father, who made him gasp sweetly— right in his chin.
“He has a bewildered look on his face, Sho. Do you want me to push your face to the window so you can get a good look?”
“N-no, dad, please, please. Please, don’t.” Sho muttered, squeamish with his words. He uttered, dad and dad once more, raising his hips with shaking legs. Sho came, and it spurted against the leather every time Toichiro thrusted. He held Sho’s body tightly as he came and Sho gasped out like he couldn’t breathe. This was the worst.
Toichiro came in closer, sliding his cock in a hole that squeezed with all its might. It was so deep between Sho’s starving flesh, It didn’t take long before Sho’s cock stood straight against his stomach again, throbbing in reaction to being filled.
Toichiro’s voice came in low, gripping Sho’s shoulder.
“You’re so tight at the idea of being seen.” They were really two perverts in a car.
Sho’s eyes were hazily looking behind him. Sho thought that Toichiro had tied his arms together on purpose, knowing his classmate had yet to leave and was bound to see his father’s car parked. Sho was stuck and bound together with his father, and then Toichiro was so cruel to pull Sho by the shoulder, and bang him to the window.
The cold surface was pushed against Sho’s hot cheek, and his whole body shivered, feeling the coldness and his hair that had fallen to cover his face. His flushed face was a mess, and moreover, he couldn’t properly see the outside, it became blurry between his hair’s layers.
“Are you scared, Sho?” Toichiro said in a creepingly low voice.
Sho breathed out harshly through his teeth, steaming up the glass. Rather than a response, he showed his perversion with slowly moving hips, feeling his father’s cock rub against his flesh, almost telling him to not pull out. Something more electrifying shivered inside of Sho, more than the deep wish for the people he knew to not know how his father handled him.
Enthusiastic, arousal-driven, Toichiro knocked Sho into the glass with harsh thrust, content with his son’s answer. Sho moaned his father’s name as he squeezed his cock, one leg falling off the seat, and he forced every bit out. The white dripped greedily between Sho’s legs and the same did his drool that dripped as he was held against the glass.
Toichiro pulled Sho’s hair, forcing his hair, including his bangs, far back again, knowing the shivering sensation with Sho’s legs meant he came again. Pulling by the root of his son’s orange wet hair, his watered cum mixed into an embarrassing mess with his father, who, like someone who can’t say no, always got his way.
Sho turned his head down, his hair still dripping down his face, and he exhaled exhausted.
“D—daad.” The torn fabric falls to the car floor and Sho is left with his clothes ruined and his body dripping with sweat and his father’s cum.
“He— He walked off.”
Sho was blushed, hot, wet, and fell into his father’s bare grip. With his stone blue eyes; he had an unexplainable look on his face, and somehow a possessive hold. Sho’s lips gaped tired, and Toichiro took his son in, not letting Sho have any other choice but to submit his lips and tongue to his childish father.