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- lets just cuddle forever, - whisper Yuta in his father's neck, cozy laying in his embrace. The warmth spread inside of boy, the perfect feeling - both love and be loved in return. He was so craving for dad's attention the whole day in school and finally he can get it. Yuta doesn't have any friends and has never had ones, he has been called weird or too excited by his classmates, so recently he has felt lonely. He can't help but look up at fathers soft expression.
- ive never thought id be in desperate need of a hug, but... Here I am, - Yuta softly chuckle, his childishly blue eyes sparkle in feeling of endless love.
- hush, hush, you know we shouldn't do it in here. What if mom see us? - Nelys's voice is quiet yet captivating, obviously he's not afraid being caught.
Son just roll his eyes as response in irritation and whisper:
- she's just a bitch, - his tone is offended in childish way. He'd prefer to be alone with dad, without mother.
- don't say anything like that, she's my wife after all...
Nelys sigh, adjusting son in his arms to get closer. He knows what's happening - is wrong, yet he can't help himself. His wife has always talked he have too close relationship with child, but he keep saying its just parental love, nothing more. But Yuta is twelve years old already, yet he can't take a bath without fathers eyes. Thank god - its their little secret. Mother sink in her work too frequently and doesn't know.
Suddenly he feels something soft on his neck. Soft gasp leave his lips, Nelys tilt his head to give son some space. Yuta slowly and carefully kiss fathers neck as thank for hugging. He just feels in this way.
- How old were you when you had your first kiss? - Yuta doesn't pull away, keep placing a road of kisses on dads neck, moving to his chin. He wants some affection, some attention and love.
- i was fourteen... - Nelys whisper, feeling waves of pleasure through his body, - why, are you nervous if youre late?
- oh, so i have some time... Whole two years before it, - Yuta finally reach his father's lips, rising on his elbows, but he doesn't kiss them yet.
- you don't need to be like me... You have your own way, you know that, right? Ive always told you...
- shush, dad, i know, what you're talking about, - the boy tenderly place his tiny finger on dad's lips, silencing him, - you keep being such a killjoy with your long narratives.
He traces the fingertip along the bottom lip, his eyes carefully observe dads reaction. Calm as always. What if...
- dad... - Yuta quietly call, looking up at him with mischievous sparkle in his eyes, - you used to kiss me as a child, why did you stop doing it? You know, i was liking it and wasn't minding.
Nelys only with his narrowed eyes looking around. Sly smile appears on his face.
- i still do it sometimes.
- no, you don't. I mean... Not cheek-kisses. You know what I mean. Silly grown up ass, - Yuta poke dads forehead in childish gesture. Nelys just silently smiles, whispering quiet "my sunshine". He nuzzles into sons soft hair, lightly pressing his own lips against red strands. Smells like his baby shampoo with cars on the sticker. Warmth spread inside of chests of two guy's.
- dad, im serious, - grumbles Yuta.
- me too. And why do you think your first kiss still belongs to you? - Nelys quietly giggle, his chest rise and fall, - you don't need to wait for these two years. I stole it already. For a... Let me count... For a six years ago. So, technically, you've kissed already, don't worry too much about it, - he ruffle sons hair in affection, - and i don't kiss you anymore, cause... You know what mom said.
Yuta sigh, turning his head away from father.
- i wanna be loved... Why you don't love me?
- i do, - Nelys roll his eyes in light irritation and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly speak up, - alright, come here. Turn to me. We're alone here, after all...
He cup Yuta's face gently and quietly order:
- close your eyes.
The boy immediately obey, shutting his eyes, eager for long-awaited kiss. He apart his lips and slowly stick out his little tongue in waiting. Then Nelys lean closer and finally press against his son. Initially they're just sit in this position, trying to get used to that close contact with each other. Hearts beats as hell, the fear of being caught is boiling in their chests, but the desire is too much to cope with it and Yuta start to move. Slowly, carefully, yet trying to express all of feelings he's felt for these years. He's yearned for dad too long.
- I've missed you...
The boy's hands are trembling, even tears start to form in his eyes.
- its overwhelming, - he whispers in father's mouth, swallowing some saliva. The tongue traces along teeth, another tongue, - i love you, dad... Even if mom is against.
- i do so, my little troublemaker, - Nelys whisper in return, wrapping his strong arms around slim body, - don't tell anyone. For society you've never kissed. Deal?
- deal, if you keep going, - Yuta places some light kisses on dads chin and cheekbones.
- of course, my dear.