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Miles cock warming Miguel as he works on some paperwork in his office - his naked chest pressed against Miguel's clothed one, nose buried in his father's chest, head under his chin, and his arms wrapped tight around his neck. The two were in Miguel's office which overlooked the city, glass windows not in obscure mood and showing the beautiful blue sky outside.
Miguel just worked on the documents hovering in front of him in holographic form, face impassive as if his cock wasn't being sheathed deep in his teenage son's hole. His left hand had a tight grip on Miles' ass cheek, his nails digging into the soft mound.
"Oye, oye, deja de moverte, mi niño."¹ Miguel clicked his tongue like a disappointed parent, giving his ass a slap that resounded in the room. Miles moaned into his neck, his hips halting in its writhing. "Papá está tratando de trabajar."²
Miles' legs were quivering, his nails digging in his palms as he held in the urge to just say fuck it and ride his father's cock - consequences be damned. Miguel's cock was nestled so deep inside of him that he could feel the head of his cock in his lower abdomen. The pressure on his prostate was driving him insane and he just wanted to fucking move so bad that it fucking hurt. Not even his pitiful whimpers and pleas swayed Miguel to give Miles the permission to touch his own cock and get some relief.
Miguel began to hum under his deep, the tone deep and comforting. If one could ignore the fact that he was balls deep into his beloved son, they'd find it sweet and endearing. He relished in the heat surrounding his cock - Miles' cavern moist, warm and tight. His walls squirmed and twitched around Miguel's member as if afraid of letting him go as well as wanting to milk the man dry - and soon. Miles' mewls and whimpers were music to Miguel's ears.
"Dad... daddy, please..." Miles whimpers out, his fingers digging into Miguel's shoulders, rumpling his shirt. "Please... let me move..." He tries to writhe his hips again but Miguel instantly stop him, his hand holding the teen's waist.
"What a disobedient child you are, mi niño." Miguel once again slapped Miles' ass, this one harsher than the last, getting a loud squeak from the boy. "I trained you better than this."
Miles started pleading and begging him, his cock twitching against Miguel's clothed stomach and his trickling precum staining the white shirt. The man heaved an amused smile before flickering the holograms in front of him away, focusing his full attention onto his cute son. He kicked the heel of his shoes and rolled his chair back, giving him more room from his desk.
Miguel grabbed hold of Miles' ass cheeks with both hands, gripping the plump buns tight, and then gave a sharp thrust of his hips. Miles sat upright on Miguel's laps with a loud, wanton scream - his hands squeezing Miguel's shoulders. Said scream turned to drawn out moans and mewls as his father began to fuck up into him, using his hips to bring Miles up and down his cock.
"Come on, mi ámor, move your hips." Miguel coos in that deep, husky voice of his that was rough with pleasure. "Didn't you want this? Just moments ago you were begging to ride my cock." He gave his ass a harsh slap, his cock driving into Miles relentlessly. "So move." He punctuated with a harsh thrust that had Miles squealing with how hard the cock in him hit his already sensitive prostate.
Miles did as he was told. With a little help from Miguel, he raised his hips and brought his ass down onto his father's cock, meeting Miguel's thrusts. He whimpered loudly when Miguel started nibbling at the junction between his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting at the skin. One of his hands let go of Miles' hip and took hold of the teen's cock, fist pumping the organ and elevating Miles' pleasure.
"Papa- nhn! I'm cumming!" Miles moaned out, nails causing a rip in Miguel's shirt as he clawed at those muscled shoulders. "There! Fuck! Please don't stop!"
"If my little bird wants more, who am I to refuse." Miguel chuckled out, the sound rough and deep. "Besides, why would I stop when you're singing so beautifully for me, my Little Sunflower."
Miles' screams and moans echoed in the room and would've no doubt been heard from outside if there wasn't any soundproofing in the office. If Miguel were to look at a glass window, he'd see how sinful and rugged he looked - his well-combed hair hanging loose over his brow, his brows furrowed in concentration, his eyes practically shining with lust and his biceps bulging. All in all, he looked almost wreaked as he loomed over his son. But none looked more completely wrecked than Miles, who was falling apart on his dear father's cock - chocolate skin glistening with sweat, drool running down his chin and eyes misted with pleasure-induced tears. The two made a sinful and exotic painting.
The wet sounds of Miguel's cock fucking into Miles' lubed hole did things to the teen's head. His moans were near incoherent and to be frank, Miguel didnt know if he was pleading for him to stop or to fuck him harder - in the end he just chose the latter.
With a squeal, Miles came in Miguel's hand, cum spurting onto his already ruined shirt and getting on their chests and chin. Miguel leaned down and licked up the speck of cum on his chin before pulling the boy into a rough kiss, hand still jerking Miles' cock and causing the teen to spurt out more thick ropes of cum.
Miles whimpered as he weakly grabbed Miguel's wrist to bring his hand movements to a stop, cock oversensitive and no longer able to pump out more cum. But that didn't stop Miguel from pumping his hips and fucking the already exhausted teen.
"Wa- wait, Dad! Too- ngh! Fuck! Too much!"
"Ha?~ Too much? Already?" Miguel cocked an amused brow. "But I haven't cum yet, mi niño. You wouldn't be that cruel as to leave me hanging, would you?" He was unable to get a reply, his cock preventing Miles from forming anymore coherent words. He worked a pliant Miles up and down his cock - the teen trembling in his arms, moans choked and guttural.
"Hey, Boss." A familiar voice spoke up and Miguel wasn't surprised to see Lyla's holographic form by the corner of his eyes. "Remember that you've got a meeting in ten." The AI wasn't even put off by the scene of her creator and his son fucking, already used to it. "So you better hurry up~" She said cheerfully, wiggling her eyebrows with a broad grin on her lips.
"Okay, okay. Thanks, Lyla."
"No problem, Boss~" She gave a two finger salute before then dematerialized.
"Well, let's round this up, shall we."
Miguel hiked up Miles' legs, his arms under his thigh, and his thrusts grew rough and near erratic. His grunts and groans joined Miles' high pitched moans which were uncontrollably as Miguel's cock played Miles' body like a musical instrument, composing a symphony of his gasps and cries. The teen's throat was sore from screaming, yet he couldn't stop himself.
The waves of unadulterated, painful pleasure running through Miles like an electrical current were too great yet he could do nothing but take what was given to him. His sobs told of his helpless desperation and his body was weak and exhausted, feeling as if it was on the edge of breaking.
It hurt, but it hurts so good
There was a feeling coiling in his stomach and each hit of Miguel's wellaimed thrust against his abused prostate intensified said feeling. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
With a strangled cry, Miles squirted all over his and Miguel's chest, the translucent fluid soaking them - some of it getting on Miguel's face. He began to twitch and convulse, a supernova igniting behind his fluttering eyelids.
Ignoring Miles' overstimulated, near unconscious state, Miguel continued to chase after his own orgasm - the added tightness surrounding his dick bringing it closer and closer with each snap of his hips. Moments later sees him cumming with a groaned out cuss, his hips stuttering as he pumps his son full with his cum.
Miles lets out a tired whimper as his father floods his ruined insides with his essence, his cum painting his walls white - said walls which tried to milk him dry with its squeezing and quivering.
Miguel gave some few weak thrusts before finally coming to a still, bottoming out to the hilt with one last final thrust. He dropped down Miles' legs, allowing the teen to collapse onto him - his body still spasming. His large, calloused hand rubbed his back as he held him close.