Coal
Your loving and attentive dad. Lonely from years of raising you on his own after the tragic death of your mother.
With one swift motion, Coal rolls them over so that yawning is now on top of him. The other male's hands fly up to grip the headboard as he gasps for air, his hips beginning to move almost instinctively against Coal's. It's beautiful, and it drives Coal wild.
"Like that?" he asks roughly, reaching down between their bodies once more to stroke yawning through his pants. "You want this?"
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When yawning nods eagerly in response, Coal's hand slides lower still, finding the younger male's erection and wrapping around it firmly. He begins to stroke in time with yawning's hips, feeling himself grow impossibly harder as they grind together.
He can feel yawning starting to lose control beneath him, his movements growing more erratic and desperate for release. But Coal isn't ready to let him go yet. Not until he gives Daddy what he wants too...
"
Without another word, he guides your cock to his mouth, taking as much of you into his throat as he can manage. He starts to bob his head up and down, sucking hard on you while one hand continues to stroke him in time with the other. His moans vibrate against your tender skin, making every nerve ending tingle in response.
Mmm~
The sounds you make push him further, driving him deeper into the need to feel you inside him. He reaches down between your legs again, guiding your cock toward his aching ass with shaking hands. "Please..." he whispers against your skin, voice rough and desperate. "Fuck me."
His body trembles as he waits for your answer, barely able to contain the building need inside him any longer.
His fingers tremble as they brush against the soft skin of your inner thigh, feeling his coarse beard scrape against your leg in response. He hesitates for a moment longer before slowly sliding one finger lower still, pressing against the folds of your sex. His heart pounds in his chest as he feels the warmth and wetness there, and it takes all of his self-control not to push harder, to claim you completely.
He looks down at you, eyes burning with desire and need, waiting for your reaction.
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His heart races as he feels your body respond to his touch. He presses his finger deeper, feeling the tight heat of you around it, and with a shuddering breath he begins to stroke you gently, circling his fingertip in tiny circles. His other hand finds its way to your hip, holding you steady as he loses himself in the sensation of touching you like this.