Chapter 1: Introduction
Merlin was eighteen now. Old enough to fuck, to stroke his own cock and work it until he was hard and swollen, until he'd grunt with the pleasure of it. He'd do it in the shower, under the warm needling rain while his dad worked or slept, while he listened to the sounds of the house settling into stillness and dark. Merlin loved that time alone. He'd touch himself until the water turned cold, and the chill on his damp skin felt sharp as razorblades.
He'd step out of the shower, the wet tile slick under his feet, and towel off, watching himself in the mirror. Those slim hips, the narrow waist, the thin trail of hair leading down to his crotch. His cock was hard still, twitching against his thigh in anticipation, and he'd take it in his hand, smooth the skin with his thumb, squeeze at the base until a pearl of pre-come dripped from the tip.
There was something so illicit about it.
Pleasuring himself in the bathroom, where his father could hear if he only pressed his ear to the door. But he never did. Merlin had learned that as long as he was quiet, as long as he silenced himself, his father never knew. Never guessed at what his son did in the shower, when the water turned cold and gray shadows darkened the bathroom.
Afterwards, Merlin would dry himself off and wrap a towel around his waist, stepping out into the hallway quietly.
The house was silent except for the distant sounds of his dad moving around in the kitchen, doing dishes or tidying up. Merlin would inhale deeply, scenting the air for any signs of his father's cologne, his shampoo, but it was always just the smell of cleaner, detergent, and sanitizer.
Merlin walked slowly to his bedroom, the towel barely covering the curve of his ass, but he didn't care. He wanted his dad to look, to see what his son had become.
He wanted to see his face, that mix of shock and desire, heat flooding his cheeks, as he took in the sight of Merlin’s nude body.
Merlin moved closer, his towel falling away, leaving him bare and exposed.
“Daddy,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
He reached out, placing a hand on his father’s shoulder, feeling the muscles tense under his fingertips.
“Do you like what you see?” Merlin whispered, leaning in closer.
His father swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet kitchen.
He didn't move, didn't push Merlin away or tell him to put his clothes back on, but Merlin saw the way his gaze flicked down, taking in every inch of his son's naked body.
"Fuck," his dad breathed out, hands clenched at his sides.
Merlin took that as a yes.
Merlin pranced away, he loved teasing his father. He came out later while his father was watching a movie.