Chapter 2: Building Tension
It was late afternoon when the father settled on the couch, his lanky eighteen-year-old son, Merlin, joining him. The glow from the television painted their faces in uneven hues, and the father let out a deep sigh of contentment as his eyes roved over his son's face. Merlin. The boy's name echoed in the recesses of the father's mind again and again, he had to stop thinking of him. Meanwhile merlin sat on the other side of the couch, covered in a blanket.
Underneath, he wore nothing but his underpants. He shifted his weight closer to his father, pressing himself against him. The father's heart rate quickened, and feelings of guilt washed over him. But the sensation of Merlin's skin against his was undeniably arousing.
"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Merlin's voice dropped to a whisper as he looked up and met his father's gaze.
"Of course, Merlin," He replied, swallowing hard to keep his voice steady.
Merlin's slim fingers found their way to the button of his father's jeans. The touch seared through him, and his father clenched his jaw against a moan.
"What are you doing, Merlin?" He asked, but there was no force behind it. Merlin unzipped his jeans, pulling them down past his hips.
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, Daddy," Merlin whispered, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the head of his father's now erect cock.
The father let out a low groan, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in Merlin's long, dark hair. The boy's lips wrapped around his cock, and he sucked, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. The father's mind was awash with conflicting emotions; guilt, pleasure, shame, arousal. He couldn't help but moan as Merlin took him deeper into his mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Merlin's hand moved to cup his father's balls, rolling them gently.