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Yunho settles down in his cushiony rocking chair with a book and a weary sigh.
He put Jongho to bed about half an hour ago, tucking him in with lingering “kisses” to his pussy. The boy seemed sated and sleepy enough that he wouldn’t bother Yunho while he enjoyed some alone time before he retired to bed himself.
So when he hears little footsteps failing to sneak down the stairs, he takes a deep breath to quell his exasperation and sets his book down next to the lamp on the table beside him. Jongho stops at the bottom of the stairs, shrouded in shadow and likely debating whether or not to bother his father. Yunho makes the decision for him.
“Hey kiddo.” Yunho puts on the warmest smile his tired face can manage. “Can’t sleep?”
Jongho steps into the warm light of the lamp and nods. “Wan’ sleep wit Daddy.”
“I told you I’d join you in a little while, sweetheart,” Yunho grumbles.
“No,” Jongho whined and toddled over until he was leaning on his father’s thigh. “Wan’ sleep here. Like last time.”
Oh.
Yunho recalls the “last time” his son is referring too and feels a rush of heat wash over his body.
The memory is still clear as if it happened yesterday. After an intense session of lovemaking on the chair he sat in now, Jongho had become extremely sensitive, both physically and emotionally. Every time Yunho would try to pull out, the boy would begin to cry, begging between hitched breaths to not leave him and to promise to love him forever. Yunho didn’t have the heart to tear himself away. He cradled his son to his chest and rocked them back and forth, just like he used to when Jongho was much smaller and would cry like this all the time. The movement was comforting in its familiarity to both of them. In just a few minutes, they fell asleep with Yunho’s half-hard cock safe and snug inside his little boy’s warm cunt.
“I see,” Yunho breathes, voice husky with arousal. Jongho is looking at him with such adorably wide, pleading eyes. His annoyance melts away. “Alright, baby.” Jongho immediately perks up and gives his father a toothy grin. “Can you help Daddy get ready?”
“Okay!” Jongho replies cheerfully, an air of satisfaction surrounding him. While his son is distracted helping him shimmy his pants down to his thighs, Yunho shakes his head fondly. He wonders if Jongho realizes just how tightly wrapped around his little finger his father is.
As soon as Yunho’s pants are out of the way, Jongho is licking his hands and rubbing them on his daddy’s cock. He starts to stroke it to full hardness, albeit clumsily. The boy has done this countless times now, but he still can’t seem to figure out how to handle his father’s hefty length in his little hands. He still pouts in concentration and stares at it with a singular focus, like his whole purpose in life is to make Daddy feel good and he’s determined not to mess it up. A part of Yunho hopes Jongho never gets better at it. Watching his baby struggle always makes him that much harder.
“That’s enough, sweetheart.” Yunho says almost reluctantly once he’s at full mast. Jongho swiftly takes his pajama pants off and lifts his arms for his daddy to slide his hands under and pick him up. When Yunho places his son in his lap, he starts wiping his hands on his shirt without a second thought. Yunho barely restrains a flustered laugh.
The rocking chair begins to sway and Yunho steadies them as best he can with his feet. He can’t have Jongho falling over while he squats over his cock and attempts to put it in himself. The child slides his dad’s tip over his puffy wet folds before trying to sit down on it. Yunho follows every movement with rapt, heated attention, but just before it breaches his entrance, it slips away. Jongho huffs in frustration. He’s still too small to get the job done quickly and neatly on his own. He looks to his father for assistance, face red with embarrassment.
“It’s alright sweetheart, you tried your best,” Yunho reassures. He takes himself by the base and holds his cock in place while giving the boy an encouraging smile. Jongho circles his cunt around the tip until he feels it catch on his hole. He sinks down on it slowly, biting his lips at the stretch and breathing heavily through his nose before Daddy can remind him to. Though certain things are still a challenge for him, Jongho has gotten much better at this in particular. He used to whine at the slightest feeling of discomfort, but now he takes it all like a champ. Yunho couldn't be more proud of his baby boy.
When his cunt has enveloped as much of Daddy’s big cock as it can, Jongho sets his knees down and shifts around to get comfy. He rests his hands on Yunho’s shoulders and looks up at him with a shy smile. The sight is so affecting, Yunho can’t resist leaning in to nuzzle Jongho’s little button nose, sending the boy into a fit of giggles. The sound warms his heart, while the action causes Jongho’s tight cunt to squeeze him even harder. Yunho starts laughing just as hard as Jongho, utterly drunk on a heady mix of love, joy, and arousal. He brings a hand up to Jongho’s side to tickle him and prolong the moment of bliss.
“ Daddy! ” the boy complains while pushing his father’s hand back down to his hips. Yunho takes the hint and stops, giving both of them time to catch their breath. After a few seconds of staring at each other, their eyes openly appreciative and their mouths panting, they lean in to press their lips together in a soft kiss.
Now this is something Jongho is surprisingly very good at. Yunho didn’t need to teach his son much when it came to kissing. He fell into the flow of things so easily, it honestly drove him a little crazy. No child should intuitively know how to bring a grown man to his knees with a kiss, but his talented boy had always been full of surprises.
Jongho kisses him back wantonly and licks into his mouth with hunger. When he begins to grind his hips down onto Daddy’s cock, his movements grow sloppy. Yunho gives the eager little tongue in his mouth one last suck before releasing it and allowing Jongho to focus solely on riding him. He guides Jongho’s head to his chest, petting his hair and whispering sinfully sweet praises into his ears to encourage the little boy to milk his cock dry.
“Ride Daddy’s cock, that’s it. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Yunho purrs, earning him a high-pitched whimper and an increase in Jongho’s pace. “You’re such a good boy. Daddy’s good little boy. You make me so proud, baby. Nobody makes Daddy feel the way you make him feel,” he moans. Yunho’s eyes slip closed as he feels Jongho’s hot cunt contract and gush around him. The chair begins to rock back and forth, which only seems to add to the dizzying lust enthralling his senses. He peers down at his son to check on him, and his cock throbs at what he finds.
“D-Dada,” Jongho mewls into his father’s shirt. A wet spot is forming there from the boy’s incessant drooling. Just a bit of praise had melted him down into a fucked-out puddle of pleasure. Yunho’s hips buck of their own accord, jerking the boy’s slight body upwards and forcing a yelp out of his throat. He plants his feet firmly on the ground and his hands tight around Jongho’s waist, cock twitching again when he feels his fingers overlap.
“Hold on, baby,” Yunho mutters through gritted teeth, before fucking up into Jongho’s heat with abandon. He can feel the blunt head of his cock pound into the child’s cervix with every thrust. Jongho cries out, the sensations almost too intense for his young body to take, but he’s been well-trained. He’s come to love the overwhelming warmth that blooms in his cunnie whenever Daddy gets like this. He’s addicted to feeling the hair at the base of his cock brush against his clit and send tingles running throughout his body like little bolts of electricity.
“Dada! S-sho good!” Jongho weeps and mindlessly rolls his hips down to meet his father’s.
“Yeah? You gonna cum on Dada’s big cock, sweetheart?” Yunho utters breathlessly. Jongho pants and nods deliriously into his chest. “Do it, baby. Get Dada all messy with your cunnie juice.” Yunho can hear it with every thrust now; how wet his little boy is. He can feel his drippy pussy leaking all over his balls and inner thighs. Yunho suddenly needs to cum, badly, but he staves it off by biting the inside of his cheek. He has to take care of his baby first. “Cum so Dada can cum too. I can’t cum without it, baby, I need it. Come on, give it to me. Give it to me. ”
Jongho’s entire body shudders. His hips jerk almost violently as he cums, his tender walls spasming around the cock buried deep inside his cunt while lewd sounds unbefitting of a child spill from his lips. Yunho slows and rocks his son through it. Large hands rub up and down Jongho’s back soothingly until his trembling ceases.
“Jjongie?” Yunho murmurs into his hair. The boy blinks up at him tiredly. Yunho moves his hands down to his ass and squeezes his little cheeks. “Is your cunnie ready for its midnight snack?” It takes Jongho a second to process his father’s words, his mind still hazy in the afterglow. Eventually he smiles softly and nods. “Tell me,” Yunho nearly pleads.
“Wan’ Dada cum,” Jongho whispers. His fingers curl up in Yunho’s shirt as the man starts to move his hips again.
“Say it again. Louder.” Yunho gropes the boy’s cheeks and guides them back and forth over his throbbing length roughly.
“I wan’ Dada cum,” Jongho whines from overstimulation but doesn’t move. He wants this as much as Yunho does. Yunho increases speed, practically hammering into his son’s pussy. His sensitive tip kisses his baby’s cervix over and over again, spurring him to fuck deeper, see if he can’t nudge his cock in just a little further.
“Again!” Yunho growls. He’s on the edge now, all he needs is one last push from his perfect little boy to fall.
“Cum, Dada! Pwease! ” Jongho begs with tears in his eyes. Yunho can tell he can’t take much more of this, but he’s being so strong for Daddy, so brave. The man’s eyes roll back and he clutches his son close. His balls tighten and pure ecstasy abruptly wipes every coherent thought from his mind.
With a low, drawn out-moan that reverberates through both their bodies, Yunho cums, shooting his load deep inside Jongho’s cunt; filling it to the brim with hot seed.
Jongho subtly grinds his hips against him to help milk it all out. “God, you’re such a perfect little kidslut,” Yunho groans as the last of his cum spurts into his son’s sticky hole. “Willing to soak Dada’s cock in your cunnie juices all night long. Dada’s so lucky.” He pulls back, holding Jongho’s head in his hands to stare at him fondly as they catch their breath.
“I love you, baby bear,” Yunho suddenly feels the urge to say, worried his heart might explode with love if he didn’t express it somehow.
Jongho beams up at him sleepily. “I love you too, Daddy.”
The pair share a sweet kiss as they gently shift around to get comfortable in each other’s embrace. Yunho reaches over to switch the lamp off, encasing them in a welcome darkness. With a light push off from the ground, the chair begins to rock. Yunho scoots up and leans back so his feet don’t brush the floor with every sway. Jongho sighs happily, resting his hands on his dad’s chest while Yunho wraps his arms around him and cradles him like the baby he is.
They fall asleep like that: Jongho with a tiny smile on his face, happy and sated now that he has Daddy’s cum in his cunnie and his cock plugging it up–and Yunho, completely free of the stress he was feeling earlier and filled to bursting with love for his perfect, slutty little boy.