He clung tightly to a pillow on his chest. Tall for a rabbit, fluffy and white furred, normally ruby eyes shut tightly. He was just at the edge of dreaming, at the edge of sleeping, still barely aware of the reality around him when a knock came. The knock jerked him back entirely to reality. Was that even a real knock? A second round of rapping told him no, it was not.Trying his best not to sound annoyed or overly tired, he called out “Yeah?”


   “Daddy?” came a timid voice from the door. Opening a crack, and sliding the rest of the way inside to meet the dim glow of reading lights may as well have been a miniature doppleganger of the older bunny. The same eyes, the same alert, long ears, same short muzzle and white fur, only half his size, wearing a set of loose pajymas proclaiming the child’s love for cartoons with combining robots. “Daddy, the basement growled at me and, and.. .and can I,” his voice quickly losing confidence, mumbling at the end, “..with you?”


   The reasons were getting flimsier and flimsier. The first time it happened, that was genuine, the sky was angry and the rain was loudly arguing with the thunder over who could wake the most people. From then on though, it seemed whenever the wife was out on business, the boy found any reason to get to his bed. Ferals meowing outside, driers buzzing, loud crickets even! Not that Jeoffery would ever say no to his son’s adorable face. “Well, get in here Pete.” he offered falling back to his bed, lifting the thick, heavy covers in invitation.


   Pete closed his parent’s bedroom door and otherwise wasted no time, darting across the carpet, almost leaping into the bed, a wiggly little lump under the covers. His head eventually joins the many pillows at the headboards. Pete had fit his back up to his father’s bare chest, his ears cradling his dad’s chin. Jeoffrey’s big friendly arm came down over his son’s shoulder, strapping him in with all the safety of a seatbelt. Fuzzy, gentle lips press down on the muzzle’s bridge under him. “Alright alright.. I got ya. You’re safe now, whatever’s in the basement can’t get you here.” his voice fell to a hush, “Daddy’s tired though, and you need to get some sleep alright? Now-” a long yawn, longer then any natural yawn puts his words on pause, “Lets.. lets get to sleep..”


   That was how the game always started.


   The long period of pretending to sleep was the hardest part. The father, always naturally dressed for bed, couldn’t let his son know he was pretending to sleep. Everything that happened, HAD to be Peter’s idea entirely. Even if his body curled in to encourage it, that was just an accident of course. The son couldn’t let his dad know he was pretending to be asleep. If Jeoffery knew, the boy reasoned, that he was just a little perverted, that he liked how his dad held him so close when he was dreaming, that the boy loved how the bed smelled like what he called love, the heat and feel of his dad quietly pulsing on the seat of his jammies, giving him the same love he gave mommy too, why.. His dad might not let him sleep in the bed with him anymore. And so for the next hour to a half hour, they were both still. Clinging to his dad’s arm, clinging to his son’s body. Breath in. Breath out. His dad’s natural scent filled the boy’s senses, comforting- not comforting enough to send him to dream land. It kept him awake in fact. Peter was always glad he was facing away because the longer his sinus was filled with his dad’s very adult scents, like hay left damp in a wooden barn, his little cocklet would start to come to life. Raising, pressing into the loose fabric.


   Thankfully, his dad always made the first move in this game. It was just the same for Jeoffery, having the boy in his bed changed the vibe a little. Mixed up the senses he’d gotten used to. Peter was always just so, so warm. It was like cuddling with a small fuzzy heater really. It took him exactly as long as it took his son to start growing, firming up- But Peter could feel it. Raising under his tush, the boy’s fleece-clad rump was there to welcome it, cradle it between his buns. The older rabbit couldn’t just grab and grind like he wanted to- the effort, the will it took gave a quiver and bristle to his pelt. But it was driving his dad to that point in his sleep that Peter was trying to do. As subtly as he could, without being “caught” his little bottom kept moving. A little rock. A little push. Not too much to wake his dad, but enough to keep his wonderful dick awake. This game they played could go on for hours. Once it went into sunrise, and the two rabbits had a very tired day. Peter wanted more this time though, Joffrey was a little shocked as the fleece waistband slid down the front of his awfully needy prick.

  Jeoffery had never gone this far in their game. Fingers curled, blunt claws pressed on his boy’s chest as his girth felt the boy’s bare, fluffy tush slide along it. Peter stopped, afraid he’d awakened his dad- his paws relaxed though. He even heard a little snore, so the coast was clear. His tail pinned to his back, the boy rocked, wiggled until he felt it, until he felt the slippery, damp tip of his dad’s cockhead smooching, kissing with the boy’s little backdoor. Jeoffery could barely believe what he was feeling. Taboo, hot, forbidden, but most shocking of all- The child’s backdoor, his little pucker was OILY. Prepared, planned ahead. Just how much did his boy actually think this through? How much of a pervert was his kid? Was he just imagining it? His mind races while his cock oozes, pouring it’s heat and desire onto Peter’s pucker. Rabbit’s lust kept them teasing, pushing at each other. Rabbit’s fear kept them from being caught by each other.


   The game can only go for so long at this point. Peter can only take the insistantly nudging, knocking heat on his tushie for so long- so much HOTTER, so much more real then any plunger handle he’d ever forced into himself. Jeoffery could only take his kind, a real honest miniature version of everything he is and was even at that age, teasing. It’s hard to say which one happened first, weather the boy gripped the mattress edge for leverage, forcing himself back first, or if his dad sized Jeoffery’s hips and pulled first. It happened all at once, five adult inches of hot, needy bunny flesh swallowed eagerly by a pre-slicked, prepared and NEEDY little asshole. The two rabbits both call out, groaning together, the boy’s eyes roll back- just a slight edge of pain, and a LOT of heat, pouring into his colon. The older rabbit never even needs to hump, just getting his girth into such a snug place, squeezing, like his boy’s asshole were made exactly for his prick was enough. They cling while the father’s girth swells over and over, more and more spunk forcing it’s way deeper into Peter’s guts. He feels every throb, every gush. For the boy, it was like his dad’s dick was sized, made exactly just for his little ass. His own cocklet twitches and spasms against the fleece fabric, but only leaves a hint of a damp spot.


   They ride their orgasms together, and together they both come down off their shared high, sharing an after glow. Peter’s mind comes back first though- and he realizes he woke his dad. A heavy swallow starts his worried, high pitched words, “D.. Daddy I didn’t-” a finger rests on Peter’s lips, a long hissing shush, the first one that ever sounded soothing to him comes from above. Shhhhhhhh. “This is our secret wiggle game okay?” answers the soothing voice above him. A secret wiggle game- Peter finally starts to wonder if his dad had always been playing along, pretending just as much as he had. One more swallow, and he whispers, “I love you daddy.”

  “I love you too lil squirt.. Now, let’s get some sleep this time okay?” a strong sqweeze pulls Peter close, keepes peter close. He can still feel a dull pulse in his ass, Softer, spent, but he’s never pulled out. Both tired, and exhausted, the pair of rabbits fall asleep, closer together then they’ve ever managed before. We’ll call the game a tie this time.