"Guys, behave-- hey, stop throwing food at the table! You know the rules."

"But Daaaad--"

"Nuh-uh. Eat your food, come on. Good boy."

An adult, mid-20s Gryphon leant over the table and ruffled the head of a cheetah, who pouted down into his food and chewed, but quickly brightened up with a girlish snow leopard whispered into his ear, causing the both of them to giggle. At the end of the table, closest to the two, the gryphon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the small stack of pancakes littered with wild fruits dotted around his plate, already half-eaten.

In a quiet home up on a hilltop on the outskirts of Stelomonto, not quite in the fringes of civilisation but certainly not within the hustle and bustle of the city, a group of 3 adults and 5 children enjoyed a relatively peaceful, borderline-chaotic breakfast. Across the table opposite the gryphon, a similarly aged Snow Leopard sat looking over some articles on her ArmGear, eyes scanning up and down. The Gryphon sat and watched her for a moment as a Cheetah around their age, though a couple of years older, stood at the kitchenette counter in their cosy home. Not every child was at the table; 2 of them were upstairs, and another three remained seated, albeit not for long.

"Stepdad, I'm done eating, can I go play with the others?" The young cheetah asked with a smile, and the similar-species man standing by the counter looked over his shoulder at the boy and the other adult male sitting at the table, who nodded his head and passed his gaze over his food and towards his ArmGear, swiftly swiping a finger to view something.

"Yeah, that's okay. Lonato?" The Gryphon glanced over to the cheetah, who just waved a hand. With a nod towards the boy, the gryphon turned his attention back to the ArmGear and the young feline slipped from his seat, shuffling over towards the older one by the counter, where he briefly hugged his side. The Gryphon glanced over at them for just a moment, a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, shoot, we're out of butter," Lonato remarked from the counter. "Well, now we are-- I just used the last of it. Amino, can you order some more?" 

"Way ahead of you." The adult gryphon dexterously moved his fingers over a holographic screen that twisted and warped as he punched his digits through the light-made display. With a couple of accompanying hand gestures, he quickly ordered a drone to deliver a few essential ingredients-- they'd just have to wait 5 minutes.

"It'll be here soon. The wonders of technology, huh?" Amino winked down at the young Snow Leopard girl still sat at the table, and she giggled in response, covering her mouth before returning to her pancakes. They wouldn't have this nice home and a slightly more lavish lifestyle-- though some things they could still afford-- if it weren't for Abigail. Though she earned around as much as they did if not a little less, a good chunk of the money that went into their home came from her 5 children, or at least the third. Childbearing took a toll on the body and Brilanta paid their child-birthing individuals handsomely...though in Abigail's case, she earned significantly more for her third child, the last of three that she relinquished for adoption or independent raising. That particular child was worth triple Amino's annual salary. That didn't mean Amino and Lonato didn't add their own earnings to the equation; Lonato has worked for decades as a mercenary and has a lot of savings to boot, and Amino's work at the Brilantan Agency for Science and Advancement-- B.A.S.A, to his peers, easier on the tongue-- netted him both respect and solid pay, but neither could deny that Abigail's significant sum for her 3rd child more or less made things happen.

Amino suddenly straightened when he heard a notification on his ArmGear, and he snapped his gaze down to look at the little lit-up mailbox on the right corner of the holographic display. With a frown, he jabbed a finger towards it and flicked it up to see what was being sent...and his eyes widened when he was greeted with a particularly candid image of himself, or at least a part of him; most of the photograph was actually on the lower half of the person sitting directly opposite him, from her naked chest down to her stomach and to the folds of her pussy...where, in the picture, Amino could very clearly see her arm and hand, digits toying with herself. It was a raunchy picture, one that Amino didn't get often...it was enough to almost give him a nosebleed.

"Oh wow..." Amino mumbled, staring straight down at his ArmGear, and to his left, he heard a giggle.

"Mom, Dad has an erection!" The Snow Leopard girl, Amino and Abigail's fourth child Xiri, covered her mouth and laughed as she pointed over at it from behind the table. Directly opposite her, Amino's stepson and Abigail's 5th kid Destil grinned madly, boyishly amused at her outburst. The two of them giggled, which was pretty typical for cubs their age-- 8 and 6 respectively. Abigail tried to keep a straight face on the other side of the table as Amino chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

"Well, you caught me red-handed, Xiri." Amino didn't make mention of Abigail's picture, mostly because of his growing arousal spoke for itself. The girl lapsed into silence for a moment as she beamed at him, before she cast her glance across the table towards her mother and then scooted out of her seat, disappearing beneath the table. It wasn't uncommon behaviour, and Amino was all but sure of what was going to happen next. All he had to do was look down to confirm it, and that he did.

From beneath the table, Xiri poked out head out and stuck out her tongue up at the gryphon, her eyes wide but not exactly naive. She fully knew what she was doing, and Amino was keen to let her do exactly as she wanted, for such a thing wasn't taboo in their society, let alone in his own home. Amino watched, his humanoid-shaped member bouncing up and down with glee, as his daughter bowed her head down towards his crotch, looking up at him with eager eyes before she closed them entirely. She swiftly opened her mouth, her young muzzle pursing on the top of his half-barbed length, before he started to plunge herself down. She was experienced, enough to know what her dad liked, and with a sigh Amino rolled his head back and accepted her affection gladly, a smile playing on his beak.

She worked dutifully down, sinking to halfway down his member, her tongue rubbing around the delicate nubs that lined the upper half of his member whilst her hands cupped around his knees and slid up towards his thighs, her young body leaning forwards to loosely rest against her father. Amino put a hand down towards the side of her head and caressed her cheek as a sign of affection, and he could feel her cheek leaning into his hand, her mouth shifting the cock to the side ever so slightly.

"Good girl," Amino mumbled, glancing down to his ArmGear before looking over at Abigail from across the table. "Abby, did my package come in this morning?"

"I think so?" She turned in her seat, looking behind her towards the front door, where a wooden porch framed the outside of their home. "It's by the front door."

"Thanks." Amino lifted his head up and glanced past Abigail to see his delivery peeking out from behind the glass door to their home, and his mind stirred with thoughts of what he was going to do with it later as a stab of pleasure shot up his spine. Xiri had bowed all the way to his pelvis, her muzzle and nose nuzzling up against the fluff of his crotch as her hands squeezed around his thigh, flexing as she suckled and pursed her lips before lifting herself back up, her tongue gliding along the underside of his length.

"Destil, sweetie, you've got..." Abigail sighed and leaned over the table, taking a napkin that was laid in the centre and rubbing it across the male Snow Leopard's cheek, smearing syrup away from his muzzle.

"Thanks mom." Destil murmured, casting his eyes down at his plate, before looking back over at Amino, watching as the adult Gryphon started to thrust his hips up into his daughter's mouth. Xiri made some noises skin to exertion as she took all of his length down into her throat, and she dutifully held her head firm, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his pumping hips. His cock glided in and out of her mouth slickly, coated in a thin film of her spit and some of his own pre-cum, and the Grphyon sighed with pleasure, spreading his legs a little wider to truly enjoy it.

"Mom, can I play with Stepdad's penis too?" Destil asked as he turned back to Abigail, who flicked her eyes from her ArmGear to her plate and over to his, arching her brow.

"You should finish your breakfast first, honey. You don't want it to get cold, do you?" She lifted a hand over, holding her fork daintily between her fingers to probe at his fruit. "At least eat the strawberries. They're the best part."

"I'm almost done here, anyway," Amino huffed. "After that, I'm heading down to the lab...and you know the rules, Destil."

"Don't play in Stepdaddy's lab..." Destil mumbled monotonously, as if he'd heard it many times before. Amino grunted his approval as he settled his hips back down and loosened his grip on Xiri's head, snaking his fingers up to run through her blue-tipped long hair, stroking the top of her head as she started to bob of her own accord.

"C'mon, Amino, how's my kid ever gonna grow up to become an incredible genius scientist like you if he doesn't start early?" Lonato remarked from the counter, turning just in time to show off his own plate of pancakes. "Ain't that right, Destil?"

"U...Uh-huh!" The Snow Leopard immediately approved, puffing out his chest, but in reality he didn't know a lot about science and didn't know if he even wanted to get into it...he just wanted to spend time with his stepdad. Well, and play with his dick. Maybe.

"Well..." Amino had to pause to groan, closing his eyes as the delight of an impending orgasm began to overwhelm him. He pushed up against Xiri's mouth and groaned again, fingers curling against the top of her head, and with a sigh of her own she plunged down, her tail flicking back and forth as his member throbbed in her throat. The barbs of his humanoid-shaped length twitched and throbbed with need, pushing against the tight canal of her throat. With a groan he scrunched up his face, clamping his beak shut, and a shudder rolled through him as he climaxed into his daughter's throat-- thick globs of cum shot straight down, bypassing her tongue and spurting straight into her stomach as she squeezed her hands affectionately against his legs, humming around his twitching length.

With a sigh, Amino slowly pulled back after a few moments, shifting his hips and loosening his grip on her head, instead lightly pushing to ease her up. Cum trailed the length of her tongue as he withdrew, the remnants of his orgasm smearing onto the coarse flesh before, with a final eager lap and lick from Xiri, Amino pulled out entirely. His cock hung half-limp and spent, and Xiri nuzzled into the side of it, lapping and licking the length clean as Amino sagged forwards, jabbing part of his pancake with a fork.

"What a breakfast," He murmured, with a hint of glee to his tone. "After we're done here, Destil, you can join me in the lab if you really want."

"Thank you, Stepdad." The cub looked over at the Gryphon and he seemed interested to want to join in, but he refrained himself on his mother's insistence to eat his breakfast. He chewed away at the pancakes as the group lapsed into silence, and Xiri scooted out from beneath the table and back into her seat. By that point, Lonato had already taken his own seat at the table.

Conversation veered into different topics when ideas of what to talk about arose, but they otherwise finished their breakfast within not that long at all. Plates were cleared and piled up on the counter to clean later, and the group inevitably began to disperse one way or another. Though Amino didn't get to finish his train of thought before, that didn't mean he had no intention of preventing Destil from joining him in the lab if that's what he really wanted. With a gesture, he led him down there, descending the stairs beneath the ones that went to the upper floor.

Amino's lab was his own personal man cave, though it was crude to call it that. Various pieces of equipment from simple beakers and measuring tools to more cutting-edge machinery used to perform experiments sat sprawled over multiple tables that formed something of a semi-circle of enclosed surfaces. Directly opposite was a big office chair that spun on a hydraulic and had padded cushions, faced towards another singular wide table with several pieces of computer equipment and some projectors built into the desk. Amino waved a hand over them and they reacted, projecting holographic screens for him to view.

"So what do you..." Amino began, turning around on the spot to see his stepson waddling around the side of the tables towards the ceiling-high glass walls on the opposite side of the room. Amino padded over for a moment and watched as the Snow Leopard boy took in the sight of the city of Stelomonto sprawled out before them; they were on a remote hill on the very outskirts and got a good view of the city from their home, with only a handful of other houses nearby that were built as naturally and vertically as theirs. It was nice seeing the city from the distance but still being able to take in the view of rolling hills and mountains.

"I was just about to run some climate prediction simulations under unexpected rainfall in the northern Brilantan regions..." Amino began, looking out over the landscape before turning his head down towards the young feline. "But something tells me you're not really interested in my work...or my lab."

He squatted down, his package swinging and jiggling slightly with his movements as he attempted to lower himself to the boy's level. He watched as the 6-year-old cub squirmed on the spot and looked over at him with a hard-to-read expression, his eyes flicking up and down. Amino quirked his eyebrow knowingly, and the boy let out a sigh, nodding his head to the man's recently asked question.

"So what is it then?" Amino asked him, and Destil put his hands down towards his stomach, fidgeting for just a moment, before bringing them to his sides.

"I was just a little jealous..." He began. "Xiri's always touching your penis, and I don't get to when she does."

"You could have if you asked!" Amino pointed out. "And you get to touch your dad's penis all the time."

"I know..." He groaned. "But I wanted to..."

"Well," Amino smirked, reaching out to ruffle the boy's head. "Look, since it's just you and me down here...I still need to run some tests, but why don't you do what you want to do whilst I work? So long as you don't interrupt me too much. Sound good?"

Destil's eyes widened and brightened with childlike wonder, and he eagerly nodded, bouncing on the spot. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, the gryphon rose, moving around the side of the table back towards the tools and machines sitting on the surfaces of his wooden units, and he watched out the corner of his eye as the cub followed, ducking under the tables to get into a good position beneath him.

"You don't have to hide under there." Amino reminded him, but he ultimately let the boy move as he liked as the gryphon turned his attention towards his computer and then down to the apparatus below him. Simulations were a lot of work, but he could handle a lot of the measurements through the use of several devices, which paired up with his computer to key in the information without him having to put in the work. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned the holographic screens of his computer monitors across the room, and cameras in the corner of the lab twisted and turned to project the screen as it moved across the room. It eventually hovered in front of the adult man, and he squinted at the parameters on screen before he began to sidle along the tables, fiddling with various bits of complicated machinery.

Beneath him, the young Snow Leopard moved, scooting around and following Amino across the room as he worked, his eyes transfixed to the adult's relatively flaccid length-- since the boy hadn't touched him, he had no reason to get hard just yet. Eventually, however, Destil took the plunge; as Amino paused to look at his screens for a moment and watch the simulations run on their own, he felt the boy's fingers toying with the end of his length, probing around the glands of his humanoid-like cock before they danced up to touch around the nubs on the end of his member. It wasn't the first time he'd played with it, naturally, but he explored it like it was his first time all the time.

Such a gentle yet clumsy touch was going to elicit a reaction, and he was eager to see what the boy wanted to do either way; a few tender touches caused his cock to swell, and Amino smiled to himself as his length started to twitch to semi-hardness. A quick glance down afforded him the privilege of seeing the young feline roaming his hands around every growing inch of the adult's length, his muzzle hovering mere inches from the end. For a moment their eyes met, and Destil offered the man a big, toothy grin, before he started to lap at the end of the cock with his eager tongue.

"Good boy." Amino mumbled, inevitably turning his attention back to the screen in front of him as Destil explored. The boy pushed his mouth down around the end of the member, mimicking Xiri's own interests from before as he took Amino's close-to-full-mast cock into his young muzzle, and with a sigh the Gryphon's length twitched up and pushed against the roof the boy's mouth, slipping down towards the back of his throat. A coating of spit readily made the Gryphon's length easily slide back and forth, but Destil seemed to have no intention of letting it plunge deeper-- Amino knew that was going to happen, of course, from experience, but that didn't mean he didn't yearn for a nice, tight hole.

Amino poured over the screen in front of him, his brow furrowing as he took in the data whilst at the same time his stepson peppered kisses and nuzzles all over his twitching hard length, moving from the tip towards the base and back again, even going so far as to pay special attention to the man's balls, every so often. It was hard for Amino to concentrate, but he didn't have it in him to argue to tell the boy off either, not when Amino enjoyed the attention. His dick sprung and bounced up and down with the Snow Leopard's roaming mouth, making his approval clear, and as Amino reached up a hand to sweep his fingers across the holographic monitor and pass over the simulation on screen, his mind raced with thoughts of what to do to the boy, things he'd done plenty of times before.

The Gryphon frowned at the sight of before him as his simulation flagged an error, and for a moment he was perplexed, his attention waning far enough from Destil's lapping and licking that the Snow Leopard pouted at his lack of attention. He pressed his mouth around the head again and swung his head down to take what he could, and it slipped clumsily into his throat. The 6-year-old's muzzle pressed up against Amino's pelvis and the Grpyhon shuddered for a moment, stunned but distracted, before Destil tugged back and withdrew, covering his mouth to briefly cough. With a sigh, Amino swiped a hand across the screen, punched in a handful more moments, and then began running another simulation. He turned his gaze down and crouched, reaching out to tuck his hands under the boy's armpits and pulling him out from under the table.

"This test is going to take a while, so..." Amino hoisted him up with a grunt of exertion and sat the naked boy on the lip of the table, his behind perfectly perched amongst exotic machinery. "Let's pass the time a little bit."

Destil beamed up at him and then watched as the Gryphon's clawed avian hands worked down the Snow Leopard's body, sinking into the soft fluff of his tender white chest and stomach, snaking around to his grey-furred sides, before they delved even further towards the boy's crotch. One hand cupped around his hip, squeezing the soft malleable flesh beneath the delicate fur, whilst the other danced around the cub's inner thigh, inevitably touching with the boy's package. Much like Amino, Destil was as stiff as a board down there, and as soon as the adult wrapped a couple of fingers around the small, turgid length, the boy groaned, pushing up against his hand.

"You like that?" Amino asked, delighting in his stepson's responses.

"M-Mmhm. I like it when you touch my penis," The boy murmured, leaning backwards to show himself off more. "I like it when you put it in my butt, too."

"Is that so? I like it when I get to put it in your butt, too." Amino dragged his fingers down the Snow Leopard's cock and watched as the boy trembled and gasped, closing his eyes to relish the feeling. The Gryphon's other hand moved around to the side, cupping around his hip and slipping in under his leg. Destil knew what his stepdad wanted and he shifted, scooting back on the table and avoiding knocking over the equipment around him as Amino lifted up the boy's right leg, spreading his limbs apart. The Gryphon's eyes lit up with lust and delight when Destil made the move to raise his other leg, a boyish giggle coming from the cub's muzzle as his limbs sailed higher, until he was more or less laying on the table, albeit propping himself up on his elbows, with his feet high in the air. Amino shifted, keeping one hand on the boy's ankle whilst his gaze hungrily raked down that slender boyish form, from that fluffy chest and stomach to the pinkish tip of his little humanoid dick, all the way to the delicate pink button of his hole. Amino's cock twitched at the sight of it, and Destil reached up with a hand to hook his leg back, keeping himself as spread as possible.

"You've got such a cute ass, Destil." Amino remarked, his free hand cupping the curvature of that rump and the stretched flesh beneath.

"Thank you." Destil giggled and quivered as Amino's hand delved inwards and his fingers trailed the sensitive flesh of the boy's little ring, before he slipped his hand back towards his cock. he stroked himself, spreading the spit around his throbbing cock, before he scooted forwards to press the wet end of it to the boy's hole. His blue-tipped ears twisted eagerly to the sound of Destil's quiet gasping, and he felt the way that clenched around his tip, almost like it was trying to suck him in.

"Well, here I--" Amino began, before a creaking from upstairs and a voice caused him to pause.

"Amino, you got a minute?" The familiar voice of his mate came from above, growing louder as thudding steps descended down to the lab. "Do you know where-- Oh. I see."

"What's up, Lonato?" Amino asked casually, nudging his hips against Destil's behind, staving off penetrating him until Lonato was finished. The cheetah looked between them for a moment and smirked.

"And you weren't going to invite me?" The man scoffed, approaching as he waved a dismissive hand. "I was just going to ask about where you put the homework you helped Jiro with last night...but we can settle that later."

With a chuckle, the Cheetah moved around the space of the table and approached from the side, on the other side, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his son spread-eagled on the table. With careful movements and under Amino's sharp gaze, he slowly slid some apparatus around, allowing Destil the opportunity to lay down further, his back and head resting against the sleek, soft wood. Amino's hand squeezed encouragingly around the cub's ankle and the Snow Leopard grinned up at him for a moment before rolling his head back, his head hanging back off the edge. He was greeted to his father's crotch, albeit upside down, and with a giggle and tried to reach out his head to lick at it. Lonato moved a hand forward to cup his son's cheek and slipped under towards the back of his head.

"Careful now, don't hurt your neck." Lonato warned, but he couldn't complain about the position; it was rather cute. Just the sight of his son ready to get fucked was enough to make Lonato stir, and as the Cheetah's cock slowly hardened, Amino made his move. He smeared the end of his member around Destil's hole, pushing up against his young, 6-year-old button before he pushed, sighing with pleasure as he pressed and spread the flesh apart with the pressure of his entry. A little nudge coaxed the head of his member inside, and he immediately felt the boy clenching around him, humming his approval as his head lifted to try and reach for his father's cock. Lonato moved forward just enough for the tip of his length to drag and brush against his son's lips, inviting him further.

Amino hummed and rolled his head back as he sank deeper, pushing until he started to feel resistance in the boy's innards. When he did, he eased back, groaning as he felt that young canal gripping and clenching around his cock, yearning to hold onto it. The Gryphon's barbs raked the sensitive flesh of Destil's hole and the boy trembled in response, his toes curling and a whimper coming from his muzzle, his hands moving along the table to find something to grip onto. He opened his mouth, gasping and groaning openly with no shame or embarrassment, and Lonato plugged his muzzle with the end of his cock, his near-full-mast length pushing up along the boy's tongue and slowly towards the back of his throat.

The two men slowly eased into a lewd rhythm, their hips dragging and pushing methodically and achingly slow, and they did so mostly to ease the burden on the boy between them, who was doing his best to pleasure them dutifully. His body tensed and clenched, his hands reaching up to hold onto his father's hips, his head bent in such a way that Lonato's plunging cock easily bulged his throat and his length pushed near-horizontal, gliding easily back and forth. At the same time, Amino's thrusts grew slick and wet with his own pre-cum and desire, and in turn that made his movements as equally easy, until both of them could afford to speed up, if only a little. The resistance in Destil's young behind eased over time as Amino thrust, and with a sigh of relief, the Gryphon was able to switch from short and quick humps into slow and tender thrusts, that plunged deep and pressed his pelvis to that fluffy rump. The pounding of his hips caused his balls to slap against the 6-year-old's ass, and each drag back had that tight passage flexing and spasming thanks to his stimulating rounded barbs.

"Good boy, just hold still." Lonato murmured, approving of his son's sexual prowess as he pushed back and thrust, careful to pause every so often to give the boy time to breathe as he picked up the pace. The lewd sounds of grunting and squelching from the cock plunging into such a young muzzle bounced around the lab, intermingled with their manly huffs and the delicate whimpers of the boy between them. The quicker they moved, the more he vocalised his pleasure, his young body squirming and his stomach heaving in and out, occasionally bulging with Amino's thrusting cock. They could both tell from the way the cub shivered and scrunched his eyes up that he was close, and admittedly they were too-- or at least Amino was, since he had a little bit of a warm-up before. His plunging movements sped up to an effective peak, his pace moderate, his breathing low and heavy as he closed his eyes and took in the sensations.

A sudden sound alerted Amino's attention and for a moment he slowed, looking over to the monitors hovered in the air to his left, his hand moving up to pass over the information. Lonato, meanwhile, pushed his son to his limits, humping his hips and rolling his cock in and out of the boy's throat as his breathing quickened and his breath hitched in his throat, breath huffing through his flaring nostrils. He groaned, rolling his head back, his hands cupping around the feline's cheeks, around to the back of his head as his member twitched and throbbed, his mouth hanging agape. He muttered something under his breath as his slender adult body hunched forwards, his panting coming to a point, his humps quickening for just a breath.

"That's weird, the results are...oh." Amino turned his attention back just in time to see the Cheetah push forward and sigh, climaxing into his son's throat. He jutted forward, grunting with the exertion of it as he pumped spurt after spurt into the cub's throat, shooting straight into his stomach and making his throat bulge with the convulsions of his twitching length. His balls tucked up and pressed firmly to the Snow Leopard's nose, and his son's hands curled firmly around his hips, claws raking the flesh of his dad's sides as he hummed, not in complaint but aching approval. Amino's eyes trailed down and watched as the boy's little humanoid dick bounced, twitching against his stomach, dry as a bone yet clearly aroused, and it encouraged the Gryphon back into his moderate, horny rhythm. He pumped forwards, ignoring his readings for now as he pounded into the boy's ass, balls swinging as he felt his insides rhythmically spasm and clench, both in response to Amino's thrusts and the instinctive reaction of his own clamping throat.

The two men huffed and sighed, both at different stages, both for different reasons, and Amino could feel a tightness in his loins beginning to rise, need filling him, the desire to shoot his load overtaking his senses. The pleasure heightened, his mind foggy, and he turned his gaze down to that writhing, passionate form as he plunged deep, on the cusp of being able to bust. Lonato pulled back after a handful of moments and the boy gasped out for air, moaning his delight, mumbling something incoherent as he swung his head up to watch Amino's thrusts. The Gryphon could see it in his eyes, how eager the boy was, and a surge of lust rushed up within the man's body-- he wanted to give the boy what he craved.

It only took a handful more humps, little nudges and thrusts that made the cub's body jiggle, before he too finished inside him; ample, manly spurts shot up and into the boy's hole, splattering his delicate inner walls, oozing around Amino's pressing, pushing length until it trickled down in tiny drips onto the polished table and down the fluff of his own nuts. He moved both hands to cup and stroke across the boy's body, from his stomach and down towards his crotch, but when his hands brushed across the little humanoid length, Destil sucked in a breath and tensed up, indicating he already finished, and dryly at that. Amino withdrew his hands, moving back to gently stroking the boy's body, as Lonato crouched to get near his boy's head, nuzzling around his cheek.

"You just wanted to touch your stepdaddy's penis, huh?" Lonato teased, biting one of his son's ears. "I knew it, you sneaky trickster."

"It's not my fault, Xiri made me jealous!" The boy laughed, trying to move his head away, and Lonato put a hand on his shoulder to hold him firm as he continued biting, growling playfully before he moved his head to the side and started licking the top of the boy's head, grooming his fur, as cats do. Amino watched them for a moment, still buried deep, before he glanced back to his simulation.

"Everything alright?" Lonato asked, having noticed a little earlier, and Amino hummed in response, not averting his eyes from the holographic screen.

"Just some weird variables...I may run it a couple more times to be sure," Amino murmured, inevitably turning his head back and smiling in amusement. "It'll take some time, so maybe later. Why don't we get cleaned up first, and then I can wipe down the lab? Then I'll find that missing homework and you can entertain your boy, since its your day off."

"Okay, you've twisted my arm." Lonato rolled his eyes, and the three of them withdrew, Amino helping the boy up as the Cheetah moved around to meet them.

The three of them adjourned back upstairs for the time being, as Amino's screen beeped and passed over various results, showing them one after the other. Interesting indeed...but just tests, and nothing more.