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As excited as Adrien was, his nerves squirmed uncomfortably inside his chest. He hadn’t spent time with his father in what seemed like months. Years even, if he really thought about it—but he didn’t like doing that.
He followed him down the hall into a wing of the mansion that he didn’t visit very often. It was home to a few spare bedrooms, the theater room where his father occasionally hosted board meetings, as well as what used to be his mother’s study where Adrien learned how to play piano. Nobody really knew about this part of the mansion unless they’d been back here themselves. Adrien was curious as to what his father could possibly have planned for them back here, but he knew better than to risk disturbing whatever forces had allowed him this opportunity so he didn’t dare ask.
Gabriel’s hand was warm where it rested against the small of his back, guiding him down the hallway. Something began to gnaw at the edges of his nerves as they passed both the cinema and the study, though he couldn’t quite make sense of the feeling. The presence back here was just off somehow, and the silence between them wasn’t doing it any favors. There was a reason Adrien didn’t come here often. The last time had probably been around when his mother first disappeared, actually.
They stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall that he knew to be one of the guest rooms. The discomfort grew when his father released him to take out a key from inside his pocket. Since when could any of the rooms be locked from the outside? He didn’t have much time to question it before his father’s hand returned to his back and he turned the knob. An icy chill trickled down his spine when they stepped inside.
It looked more like midnight than mid-morning due to the black-out curtains draped delicately over the windows. The dark room was bathed in candlelight from corner to corner, casting warm shadows along the walls. And rose petals littered the hardwood, leading a trail directly from the entryway to the bed that was dressed in purple sheets.
“Um… Father?” he whispered uncomfortably. He heard the click of the key behind him and felt a shiver of apprehension at the realization that it was a double sided lock. He suddenly felt trapped.
“I wanted everything to be perfect for you,” Gabriel murmured. Adrien jumped when the man leaned over him from behind and snaked his arms down the front of his chest, breathing into the dip of his shoulder. “For us.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
His father didn’t offer an explanation; he only sniffed at his neck, making Adrien’s skin tingle strangely. “You smell sweet like strawberries. Did Nathalie buy that for you?”
“My friend Marinette gave it to me.” Adrien trembled as the man took another whiff and then kissed the side of his neck. He made a noise of protest and tried to wrench himself away, but Gabriel clutched at his waist and pulled him back against him.
“Father. What are you doing? Please let go of me.”
Something prodded against his backside, causing his gut to twist. “Are you—Are you hard right now?” Adrien croaked, his voice coming out strong but disgusted, and he struggled harder against him. Gabriel caught his wrists and pulled them behind his back, and Adrien gagged when he felt his fingers brush against the hardness jutting between them.
“Get your hands off me!” he snarled. Hearing the bitterness in his own voice was foreign and jarring. It wasn’t very often he found himself using such a tone outside of battling akumas as Chat Noir.
“Mm, playing hard to get now, are we? If you wanted to play that game, then you shouldn’t have worn these.” Gabriel trailed his fingers down his son’s thigh and dipped them into the shredded fabric.
“They’re just jeans…” Adrien whispered, biting back a sob. There was nothing special about them. He’d worn them on multiple occasions now, but obviously his father had been too absent in his life to notice.
“They’re sexy,” Gabriel countered, smoothing his hand along his soft skin. Adrien’s stomach churned.
“You’re scaring me,” he whimpered. He wriggled and tugged at his wrists, trying to knock the man away from him. “I-I’m serious. Let go of me!”
“I saw you,” the man breathed into his neck, once again inhaling deeply.
Goosebumps prickled along Adrien’s skin as he kissed the underside of his jaw. “Saw me?”
“On the cameras. Always teasing me. Corrupting me. Putting these thoughts in my head.”
“What are you talking abou…” Adrien started, then paled as the words caught up with him. “C-cameras? What—what cameras?” He hadn’t noticed any cameras. Were they in his room? How long had his father been spying on him? Oh, God, he felt sick.
“You don’t have to play dumb anymore. It’s okay. We’re together now, and we’re alone. Just like you wanted.”
“What are you talking about? I never wanted—Ahh!” His steely voice tapered off into a feeble moan as Gabriel snaked his hand down to cup him between his thighs, causing hot, unwanted pleasure to surge through him. “Mmm, Father…”
“Just as beautiful as I imagined,” the man said with an audible grin. “You have no idea how badly I’ve been dying to hear that.”
Before Adrien could get a word in, he was being lifted and carried across the room, then gently laid onto the bed. He continued to squirm and kick, mustering what little strength he felt in his limbs to try and break free from the strong arms holding him down. It only became harder as his father climbed over him, placing a knee in between Adrien’s legs and immobilizing him further.
“Get the hell away from me!” he screamed in a blind panic as he continued to thrash underneath the heavy body crushing him.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Gabriel said softly, stroking his cheek before leaning down close enough for Adrien to feel his breath on his lips. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”
The name caught Adrien off guard. It’s been years since he’d heard his father refer to himself as that. It reminded him of when he was little and things between them were better. When his mother was still around and the three of them were happy. That seemed like a lifetime ago now. And as Gabriel caressed his jaw, Adrien wished he could retreat back into those old memories to escape his father pressing their lips together.
The kiss was surprisingly sweet and gentle—but so terribly nauseating. Tears stung behind Adrien’s eyes because he knew that nothing he could do was going to stop this. He wondered if his father could hear his heartbeat ricocheting inside his chest as clearly as it sounded in his own ears. If he could, he didn’t pay it any mind. His lips lingered for another few awful seconds before he tugged Adrien’s wrists up above his head, and a broken sob escaped him as he followed the man’s gaze to the nightstand beside them.
“No, no, wait—”
“It’s alright, Adrien. I know you’re nervous, but you’re going to love it,” he said, reaching for the pair of handcuffs. “You’ll see.”
Adrien dug his nails into his father’s skin in an attempt to break free, but Gabriel only smiled—sickly and sweet—and held him tighter. “Actually, I rather like this feisty act you’re putting on, kitten. It’s no wonder you’re him.”
The words were lost on Adrien; his focus was solely on trying to deter the man from securing his wrists inside the cuffs. He clawed, pulled, kicked, and cursed; but nothing he did was of any use. If anything, his efforts only seemed to please his father more. His lips curved up into a soft smile; soft in a way one would gaze down at their lover. The thought brought fresh tears to Adrien’s eyes. Why would his father ever want to look at him that way?
. . .
“I picked these because I know you like leather,” Gabriel said, gently clasping them around his son’s dainty wrists. He also chose these so that they wouldn’t bite if Adrien pulled on them too much. His comfort was important.
Adrien’s eyes were misty with anticipation. He was clearly nervous, which made perfect sense, but Gabriel could also see the desire swimming in his green gaze. The way he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, just like that first time he saw on the cameras. His chest heaving with panting breaths; head lolling to the side with his eyes clasping shut. He looked positively sinful, all restrained and waiting for him. Giving himself up to his father just like they’d both been wanting for so long.
“You’re breathtaking,” Gabriel whispered before capturing his lips for the second time.
Kissing Adrien ignited a flame inside him that he feared had long since been extinguished. He pressed forward into the feeling, cupping his boy’s face in his hands and relishing in the low moans trapped between their lips. Adrien’s tasted like sweet cream, and he wondered if Nathalie had slipped him a pastry before coming here. Gabriel licked into his mouth to explore that sweetness further while threading a hand in his son’s hair. It was just as soft as he’d imagined it to be. Everything about Adrien was. His breath against his skin; his voice as he gasped his name; his skin as Gabriel trailed wet kisses across his jaw and down to his neck.
Adrien writhed beneath him, causing the handcuffs to clink quietly at the headboard, and he let out a low whine when Gabriel pressed their hips together. It was enticing, how sensitive and eager he was for the man’s touch. Gabriel’s chest fluttered when his boy gazed up at him with those gorgeous meadow eyes, wordlessly pleading for more.
And he’d be a fool to deny him any longer.
. . .
He was begging for it all to stop.
His father continued to grind his hips down into his own and as revolting as it was, Adrien couldn’t deny the aching heat pooling inside him. He didn’t understand how something he hated so much—could feel so good. It was like his body and mind were detached from each other; their signals scrambled and lost in the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
He tugged uselessly at his restraints and breathed out soft pleas that fell upon deaf ears. The sting of his father’s teeth nipping at his skin sent a sickening shudder storming through him that Gabriel mistook as permission to bite him harder.
“You look so pretty marked up like this, baby,” he said, then placed a light kiss over each spot. Adrien winced and cursed the fact that there’d be visible bruises for him to cover up if he didn’t want a swarm of unwanted attention on Monday.
Rough fingers hiked up his t-shirt, and he wasn’t able to swallow back the moan that resulted from the man circling his nipples. “A-Ah, Father, no!”
“Oh, you’re so sensitive here.” Gabriel grinned and gave one a light pinch, causing Adrien to whimper and turn his face into the pillow. “Hmm, very sensitive,” he said with a soft laugh, before leaning down to take it between his teeth.
“Ohmygod!” Adrien howled, hips bucking out of his control, right up against his father’s.
They moaned together this time, and Gabriel lapped at his chest with newfound enthusiasm. There was nowhere for Adrien to go but upwards as he squirmed beneath the hot tongue massaging at his skin. He could feel the flush rising in his face the longer his father toyed with him. Even worse was the uncomfortable hardness forming inside his jeans, which Gabriel took notice of almost immediately. Leaning up on his hands, he smirked down at him with lust-filled blue eyes before rolling their hips together once more.
Pleasure surged through Adrien like an electric current, and he wasn’t able to bite back the undignified noises quick enough. They spilled out of him for a long moment before he had the sense to dig his teeth into his bottom lip to silence them. His hands thrashed in their restraints as he tried helplessly to move them, wanting nothing more than to push the man away from him. Nausea twisted his stomach up in shameful knots as he was forced to acknowledge that he was now fully hard beneath his father. A broken sob filled the air, followed by a quiet moan.
“You’re such a sweet boy, Adrien,” said Gabriel. He cupped his cheek and pressed their lips together firmly, and Adrien could only cry harder.
He grumbled out more protests that went ignored. He didn’t like the way it felt to be kissed. At least—not by him. Adrien had always envisioned his first kiss would be with someone he loved and cherished; someone who understood him in a way the rest of the world never would. He certainly never expected it to be stolen by the man who understood him the least amount in his life. And that wasn’t even to mention how incredibly wrong this all was in the first place.
Adrien panted for breath when his father pulled back, nearly gagging when he saw a string of saliva break between them.
“God,” Gabriel whispered softly, sweeping a thumb over his son’s lip. “You are so incredibly beautiful.” His voice was wistful and full of awe. Adrien was used to receiving compliments from people, even the adults in his life. Being a model, he was no stranger to them; and being a superhero meant he’d gotten his fair share from those who weren’t even aware he was a teenager. Hearing it from his father, spoken so tenderly, made his cheeks burn.
“I can’t believe you’re all mine,” the man said with a too-sweet peck on the lips, then kissed his way back down.
. . .
“Y-yours?” his son asked with a pretty blush, eyes fluttering closed while Gabriel sucked and nipped at his skin.
He hummed and lowered himself until he was face-level with the waistband of Adrien’s jeans. “Mine,” he repeated and pressed a lingering kiss to the small patch of exposed skin on his boy’s thighs. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Adrien let out a quiet sigh when he unbuckled his belt and pulled the denim down his legs. He squirmed to try and lift his hips, but he was too eager so all he really ended up doing was kick out a bit. Gabriel gently pinned his hips down. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it. You just relax and let me do all the work, okay?”
The handcuffs rattled as he removed the boy’s underwear next. All Gabriel could manage for the next few seconds was to stare at the perfection that was his son. Dark eyes traced each curve of exposed muscle; long fingers brushed along the dips of his naked waistline, down to where they met at his thighs. He could feel Adrien’s efforts to keep still under his touch. Such a good boy… Such a pretty boy. Gabriel’s mouth watered just from looking at him.
He carefully wrapped his hand around his son’s cock. It was certainly sizable for his age, but still so small in his father’s oversized hand. He was still so young, after all. Not even fifteen yet. Gabriel had so much to teach him; so much to show him. And he was so incredibly sensitive due to inexperience. Adrien’s moans filled the air already, even though he’d barely touched him. He went slow and steady, allowing the boy time to get a feel for what real pleasure was like. Gabriel was determined to make him come harder than he ever had before. If what he’d seen on the cameras was anything to go by, Adrien probably hadn’t even had a proper orgasm yet. He deserved to, though. His father would take care of him and see to it that he did.
“How’s this, love?”
Adrien answered with a sharp moan that grew in volume the longer he stroked him. Gabriel pumped his fist faster every few seconds and twisted around the leaking tip to gather every drop of him. He smiled to himself, feeling satisfied with how Adrien’s legs began to shake. But he found himself wanting more.
Leaning forward, the man planted a soft kiss on each of his milky thighs before flicking his tongue out to lap up a small bead of precum, humming when Adrien bucked upwards.
“Ah! Father, what—” Adrien started but was quickly cut off with a cry as Gabriel plunged forward again, this time taking him all the way into his mouth.
He suckled gently at first, trying to bring him to a steady climax. But Adrien’s voice was hypnotic and drove him into madness. Gabriel’s pants had been uncomfortably tight for a while at this point, but he was close to the edge himself from hearing his son fall over it alone. He couldn’t help but suck harder, deeper—sliding his hand just as quickly to maximize the pleasurable sensations for his boy. In a matter of seconds, Adrien was all but screaming and writhing.
. . .
Tears burned inside his eyes as he pried them open. He felt so tired and soiled. He hoped his father was satisfied now and that he could leave soon.
“Fuck, Adrien,” the man said, as he leaned back and licked his lips.
Adrien’s face paled when he realized why. “Did you…?” he asked with a look of horror on his face.
“Mhmm. You’re so perfect, baby. So good.” He smirked and made another show of licking his lips that left Adrien’s skin crawling. “So sweet.”
“Oh my God,” Adrien choked.
Gabriel shushed him and reached out to wipe his tears. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
He wasn’t. He was disgusted.
“You did so well for me,” his father said proudly, and Adrien nearly sighed in relief when he reached further to unclasp the handcuffs from the bed.
Was it finally over?
The answer became obvious when, instead of releasing him from his leather binds, Gabriel adjusted them to where Adrien was sitting in his lap with his arms hooked around his father’s neck. They were nearly nose to nose now, and he didn’t have much of a choice but to look inside the man’s dark eyes. They were cold as always, but there was also a hunger burning inside them that Adrien didn’t like. He averted his gaze down to his father’s chest and suddenly felt twice as naked when he remembered Gabriel was still fully dressed. How humiliating.
His father caught a fresh tear before it could roll down his cheek. “Please don’t cry, my love,” he whispered, sliding his fingers down to tilt Adrien’s chin up.
This kiss was wet, salty, and languid. Gabriel’s tongue swept inside his mouth easily due to a mix of their close proximity and Adrien being too exhausted to fight him off. He surrendered himself to it this time, feeling helpless to do otherwise with his arms locked in position and his father’s hands secured firmly on his hips. There was an unfamiliar taste between them that he tried not to think about for fear it was himself he was tasting. The thought made him sick.
They kissed for what could have been ten minutes or ten hours, before Adrien’s arms began to ache from the stiff positioning. He hadn’t really been reciprocating, but he didn’t think his father noticed the difference. He parted from Adrien with a contented sigh and lifted the boy’s arms over his head to separate them, before swiftly flipping him over. Despite the gentleness of it, Adrien let out a startled yelp as his frontside met with the plush mattress. He pushed himself up on his elbows in a feeble attempt to crawl off the bed, but Gabriel had already caught him by the hips and dragged him back.
Adrien’s body bristled as the man cupped his ass, and he felt something circle against his hole. He bit his lip to silence the cry building inside his throat. It wasn’t hard to guess what was about to happen, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle it. “W-wait…”
“Shhh,” came the man’s voice. Another kiss was placed on his back; this time lower between the two dips there. “Stay very still for me. I know you’re nervous, but I promise this won’t hurt. It will feel good.”
Adrien squeezed his eyes shut so tight, he almost feared his eyelids would tear open. He didn’t know much about sex, but he knew enough to gather that it could be painful, especially during a person’s first time. His heart beat rapidly out of his chest as he steeled himself. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting. Maybe a firm, aching pressure; or an intense burst of pain. But certainly not—
“What the fuuuck—” he slurred out. His arms nearly gave out from under him, and his forehead dropped down onto the bed; fists clenching the sheets like he’d fall through otherwise.
Something warm, soft, and wet caressed the inside of his ass, and it was all he could do to keep himself from collapsing into the sheets. “Holy sh… Oh my God, Father!” Adrien moaned. “What is—fuck—ha nngh.”
Words were impossible to form. This was nothing like he’d ever felt before; he wasn’t even aware it was possible to feel this good. It was a strange sensation but one that his body welcomed—whether Adrien was in agreement or not. His hips jumped backwards; his back arched on its own. Gabriel held him in place and dipped his tongue into him relentlessly. Each kiss, lick, and gentle swirl sent waves of surmounting pleasure crashing over him. He was already spent from his first orgasm and didn’t know how much more stimulation his body could take. Because the pleasure didn’t build this time around. It exploded—leaving Adrien writhing helplessly against his father’s mouth.
When Gabriel finally pulled back, Adrien felt himself relax for only a fraction of a second before another whine was ripped from him as the pressure he’d originally anticipated, sent him sprawling forward.
. . .
He was careful as he slowly pushed a finger inside his son. Adrien hadn’t stopped trembling since he’d brought him to bed. It was addicting, being the one to cause his perfect boy to fall apart like this. Nobody else had ever had such a privilege. Nobody else had ever seen the artful way Adrien stretched out to get closer as he was fingered. Or heard the musical sound of his moans filling the air. Nobody knew what his son tasted like; didn’t know the shape of his body or where to touch it to make him squirm and gasp. Nobody else had ever had something this special with Adrien.
And he’d make sure that they never would.
. . .
“Father, please!” Adrien whimpered, fingers biting into the tear-soaked sheets for purchase. Every muscle in his body had been gripped by exhaustion. He couldn’t even find the strength to lift his head back up. “It’s too much… I’m so tired.”
“Just a little longer. We’re almost there.”
“No…” Adrien whispered, but it melted into a soft moan when his father added another finger and licked back into him.
“That’s my good boy,” his father praised, voice muffled. “Just relax and let go, Adrien.”
His knees finally buckled beneath him, and he fell onto the bed with a soft cry. Adrien was so far gone that it didn’t even register when his father flipped him back over until his eyes opened to find the man leaning over him, grappling with his belt buckle.
“Fa…ther…”
“I’m here, Adrien,” he said, stroking his damp cheek softly with his knuckles. The bed shook quietly as Gabriel kicked his pants the rest of the way off. “I’m going to make this perfect for you.”
He didn’t give Adrien a chance to respond. He swooped down and captured him in a slow, sensual kiss that caused butterflies to erupt inside Adrien’s chest. It was a confusing feeling because nothing about this situation should have ignited such a reaction inside him. He was scared, exhausted, and felt like throwing up. Especially as his father parted his lips again and he was forced to taste himself on the man’s tongue for the second time.
Adrien pushed ever so lightly against his chest, but there was no strength left inside his limbs. Gabriel took hold of his bound wrists and pinned them above his head as he kissed at his neck. He didn’t understand his father’s newfound obsession with his body. Then again, there wasn’t much about this situation that Adrien did understand.
Like how his neck automatically stretched open to give his father better access. Or the way his fingers searched for his father’s and clasped them together when he found them. The breathy whimpers that poured out of him as the man sucked at his collarbone, then down to his chest. The same path as earlier, only this time Adrien saw it coming. He knew to bite his lip as his father nipped at his chest. He wasn’t sure why he was so reactive to this spot, but it sent shocks through his veins when Gabriel pinched him there.
“Still so sensitive,” the man said with a quiet laugh. “You’re so precious, baby.”
He placed a soft kiss right above his navel before leaning over to the nightstand, releasing Adrien’s hands as he did so—which felt oddly empty without his father’s touch. Even so, the boy choked back a sob. He didn’t need to look this time to know what his father was reaching for; he’d seen it earlier with the cuffs.
“You’ve done so well, Adrien. Just relax,” the man soothed and popped the lid on the bottle to squirt the substance into his palm. “I can feel you tensing up. You need to relax for this to work.”
Adrien shook his head, tears streaming messily down his face now. “I-I can’t. I don’t want to do this!”
“Of course you do. You’re just nervous, I understand.” Gabriel let out a quiet noise as he smoothed his hand over his length to coat himself with lube, and Adrien felt lightheaded as he caught sight of his father’s body.
He couldn’t do this. He really couldn’t do this.
“It’s too big,” he said in a panicked breath, kicking out his legs in another futile attempt to deter the man.
Gabriel hoisted his right leg up onto his shoulder, holding the other one down with gentle force. “You can take it,” he whispered and turned his head to kiss Adrien’s ankle, eliciting a shaky sigh from him. “I know you can.”
Adrien closed his eyes as his father lined himself up. The seconds seemed to drag on, taunting him in his apprehensive state. He knew there was no use resisting though, so he tried to will his body to loosen up like his father told him. When he finally felt the tip press inside him, he gasped and clutched at the sheets above him.
“Relax, kitten. Let me in.”
His eyes flew open as he caught onto the pet name he’d missed before, head swimming as he realized…
The cameras.
Gabriel smiled down at him in a way that was probably meant to be amused but came off more smug than anything. They didn’t address it out loud; they had no need to. The fact of the matter was that he’d seen Adrien transform on those cursed cameras that brought all this on in the first place. He still didn’t understand where or why his father placed them inside his room—he didn’t even know when he’d done it—but there wasn’t much he could do now. It was done. Which is why, instead of dwelling on the reality of his secret being revealed, Adrien focused on the reality he was facing right now.
His father slid his hand from his knee to his cheek, cupping it softly in his palm. Adrien took the gentle reminder for what it was and let his eyes fall shut as he inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to even his breathing and relax his muscles.
“I—I don’t know how…” he sobbed when the panic didn’t let up. His voice was so quiet and drowned out by tears that he was surprised his father heard him at all.
“It’s okay. I can help,” Gabriel said, even as he slowly pushed in the rest of the way until the pressure was nearly unbearable.
Adrien had a hard time understanding how that could possibly be considered helpful, until his right leg was lowered so that his father could lean forward to capture him in a deep kiss—effectively drowning out the burning stretch he felt as Gabriel bottomed out. He didn’t move for several seconds; instead taking that time to suck on the boy’s bottom lip, causing him to whimper.
“It stings,” he breathed when his father released his lip. “Please stop.”
“I know. You just need to adjust.”
“But Fath—mmph!” He was cut off by another kiss, and as strange as it was to admit, he was okay with that.
Kissing his father meant having a distraction while Gabriel carefully pulled out and thrusted back in. It meant having his embarrassing moans silenced between their lips and swallowed by his father’s tongue. It was gentle and sweet and made Adrien feel good in a way he never imagined possible. Even if it broke his heart, it also made him feel safe in the way his father caressed him. He’d promised to take care of Adrien, and as insane and fucked up as it was, he was making good on that promise. Because in spite of all the pain, fear, heartache, and disgust—one thing he couldn’t deny in this moment, as his father fucked into him a little deeper, was that he felt good.
So good that, as his father’s thrusts became harsher, Adrien curled into the pleasure. He threw his arms around the man’s neck the way they were before and pressed into him on his own. He felt so sick with himself over it, and he didn’t think he’d ever stop crying at this point—but he couldn’t find any better way to cope with this situation other than to make the most of it. He grasped at his father’s nape and threaded his fingers into the hair there. He had no idea what he was doing or how things should be done. He was on autopilot; at the mercy of his father and of his own body.
“Hmm, I told you you wanted this,” Gabriel said, parting from his lips to kiss along his jaw. “You feel so good. You were made for me, Adrien.”
An undignified sound ripped from the boy as his father bit down on his collarbone. The sensation was both thrilling and terrifying. He already had so many marks on his body; he hated to think about the image he’d find in the mirror later. There were so many things he dreaded facing after this was over. But he didn’t want to think about it, so he shook them from his mind and tugged his father’s head back up.
Gabriel brushed the damp hair away from his face, and Adrien’s heart trembled at the affection pouring from his blue eyes. “What’s wrong, my love?”
Everything, he didn’t say, before pulling his father down into a kiss.
. . .
There was something so exciting about Adrien initiating. Gabriel gladly followed his lead and fell into a perfect rhythm with his son’s lips. Adrien kissed him with an intense desperation he hadn’t shown before, but he didn’t make a move to deepen it. The man did it himself, prodding his tongue along the seam of his lips. It took several seconds; Gabriel wondered if he’d been too shy to do it on his own. But when he finally opened up to him again, the man sighed. “Good boy.”
Adrien quivered beneath him and tightened his legs around his waist. And it was such a similar display to the one that had haunted his dreams, that the man could hardly believe this was real. He was just so beautiful. And he was his. It was almost too good to be true.
He grabbed Adrien by the hips and absently dug his fingertips into the soft flesh there. The boy broke away from his lips with a pained cry and gripped his hair harder. Gabriel gently shushed him and sucked apologies into his neck as he loosened his grip just so, but he could hardly help himself anymore. His dick throbbed inside his son’s tight heat as Adrien’s muscles began to clench around him. He fucked into him harder and faster without thinking, his composure slipping with each thrust.
Adrien whimpered and gasped out small pleas for him to slow down. “You’re hurting me…” he said quietly. It almost sounded apologetic, like he didn’t want his discomfort to ruin this moment for them. What a sweet and selfless boy. Always aiming to please his father.
. . .
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. You just feel so good,” his father whispered, and Adrien sighed in relief when he actually did slow his hips a bit and began to rub soft circles into where his skin felt bruised.
Their eyes met, and Adrien shuddered when he saw the wild gleam in his father’s blue ones. It made perfect sense now why the man had gotten so carried away—he looked positively feral. It frightened him a bit, but he still appreciated that his father had listened to him when he’d told him he was in pain. It gave Adrien a small sense of comfort that Gabriel didn’t want to hurt him—even if that’s what he’d been doing this whole time. It was a small comfort, but it was there.
He panted against the man’s mouth as Gabriel hovered over his. He didn’t close the distance, though, which oddly annoyed Adrien—but he didn’t do it himself this time either. Instead, he turned his head to the side and dug his heels into the man’s back as the pain melted back into hot bursts of pleasure. Crazy as it was, he could understand his father’s temporary lapse in composure. Adrien tried not to, but he could feel his nails clawing at his father’s shirt in a search for something to hold onto.
“Hnngh… Father.”
“It’s okay, Adrien. I’ve got you.” His words were soft but his voice was rough.
Adrien had never heard his father so uncomposed before. And as he met his gaze again, he realized that he’d never seen him quite so disheveled either. His gray hair was out of place, single strands falling messily into his face. The shirt he never removed was wrinkled with deep creases in several spots. It was such a foreign sight. He could hardly believe that he was the one to unravel his father this way. Something about it made his stomach swoop, and he found himself pressing forward to meet his father’s hips.
Gabriel’s lips curled in a satisfied grin. “That’s it,” he all but purred. “Just like that.”
Adrien was sure his lips must’ve been chapped by now from how many times he’d bitten down on them to stop himself from moaning.
His father shook his head and untucked his lip from his teeth. “Don’t silence that pretty voice of yours anymore. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Adrien’s face warmed and he nodded his head shyly. It was embarrassing, but he did as his father told him to. He whined, whimpered, and sobbed out every conflicting feeling inside of him—and then gasped when his back was suddenly lifted off the bed.
There was an aching emptiness inside him as his father slipped out of him. He was sitting on the bed now with Adrien perched on his lap. Gabriel looked a wreck as he slid his hands back to cup his son’s ass, squeezing softly as he did so.
“Ah, fuck!” Adrien moaned as he was lifted and speared on his father’s cock. The fullness slammed back into him twice as intense as before and left him feeling dizzy. “Mmm, Daddy…”
The name slipped out without warning, this time catching them both by surprise. It was high-pitched and pathetic, and Adrien buried his face into the man’s neck to hide his deepening blush.
“Fucking hell, Adrien,” his father groaned.
He hiccuped and chanced a peek at his father, who was staring up at him with the hungriest expression he’d seen yet. He reached between them to grab his cock, causing Adrien to mewl and sloppily buck up into his fist.
“Say that again.”
When he didn’t respond, Gabriel gripped him tighter, and his whole body trembled. “Don’t be shy, kitten. Say my name.”
“D…Daddy,” Adrien whispered uncertainly.
“Yeah,” he said, holding onto Adrien’s waist to guide him into a rhythm. His eyes fell shut once they found it. “Again, baby. Tell me who you belong to.”
Adrien could barely think from the overstimulation rippling through his body. His father jerked him in time with their combined efforts. It didn’t seem like he was able to contribute as much as before from their position, so Adrien found himself picking up the slack. He chased after his own pleasure by grinding down and rocking against his father until he feared his muscles would give out. His head fell back and he had to grip the man’s back to keep himself steady.
“You, Daddy,” Adrien finally answered breathlessly. “I-I belong to—hmph, oh—to y-you.”
. . .
“Precisely.” This tiny little waist was his. These pretty thighs were his. This ass was his. And those sweet, pouty lips he loved so much. “All fucking mine,” he growled.
Gabriel tilted his boy’s head up and plunged his tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. Adrien reciprocated with a fierceness that caused goosebumps to prickle along the man’s skin. The boy clawed at the fabric of shirt and tugged at his hair. He swirled his tongue around Gabriel’s and whimpered when the man took his between his lips, sucking on it then biting at his bottom lip. By the time they broke apart, Adrien’s mouth was glistening with the evidence of their kiss.
“Father, I’m gonna—”
“Do it, baby. Come for me.”
He reached out to wipe the tears shining inside his son’s pretty meadow eyes. They fluttered shut as Adrien’s body was wracked with the waves of his orgasm. Gabriel helped through it until he spilled over his hand with a guttural cry. He followed right after—Adrien’s small whimpers pushing him over the edge. He came with a low grunt that was muffled by Adrien’s chest as he kissed his collarbone. Gabriel smiled against his skin, feeling elated that he was able to fulfill their shared fantasy.
“You were so perfect, Adrien,” he whispered, leaving another kiss against his son’s chest. “You’re always so perfect.”
He carefully pulled out of him and guided him to lie back on the mattress again. Adrien looked absolutely spent. His arms all but fell away from the man’s neck and his eyes drooped closed, even when Gabriel could tell he was trying to fight off the exhaustion. He stroked his cheek, ridding his face of the last of the drying tears, and smoothed a hand through his blonde hair.
“Fath…”
“Shhh. I’m right here.” Gabriel kissed his forehead and released his hands from the leather cuffs, checking to make sure there was no redness. When he found none, he set them aside and settled in beside him. Adrien made a small noise and pulled away slightly in his drowsy state.
“Just sleep, my love. It’s okay. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” Another kiss before he wrapped his arms around Adrien and pulled the purple covers over them both.
“I’ll always be here.”