Chase was playing video games in his room. He built a pillow fort in his room, shielding him and his television from the world. It also made the thirteen year old deliciously musky and sweaty, his hormones turning the sweet grape into fine wine (geddit cos he's emo). Honestly he was getting pretty hard, and fought as hard as he could to save himself for the one he loved most.

And soon enough, footsteps were followed by a gentle dismantling of the fort.

"Hey, you're early today!"

"Wouldn't want to wait for my daddy" Chase replied sultry, wiggling his butt as he kept playing.

 

Sure enough, his father lowered himself, picking his boy in his arms as he sat down. He kissed his baby's nape and cheeks tenderly, loving his Chase tenderly, the love of all his life safe and sound and sexy.

"Long day?" Chase asked his beloved, meeting his father's lips in a brief peck.

"Yup" his father replied, breathing in his scent deeply, "Worth it for my sweet little prince though."

The older otter touched his son's feet, bringing his paw back to his nose to sniff the wonderful smell. As if on cue, Chase snaked himself of his daddy's arms, laying again on his belly and raising his feet to meet an eager snout, sniffing and licking the beans. Chase whimpered, biting his lip at the sensations in his well tended feetsies. He humped the ground frantically, and soon enough he moaned, cumming within his clothes, staining his pants and shirt throughly.

"Cumming so soon, baby?"

"Sorry, can't last long when in front of a god."

At this Chase's dad flipped him around and they stared into each other's beautiful golden eyes, before the older otter lowered himself and issed his little prince passionately. He stroked his cheeks softly, showing how much he loved his boy. As he withrew a trail of saliva fell on his slutty son's shirt, the last straw that prompted the older otter to gently raise his son's arms, taking off his stained shirt, before he unbuttoned his son's pants. Chase moaned whorefully as his khakis and underwear were removed, much like a parent taking the diaper of a child. And the memories kept on flowing: of how he was so small, of how he loved to play and mess around, of how he was introduced to sex when he was nine, cries of pain turning to those of ecstactic pleasure as his dad's cock drilled him and took his virginity forever.

"I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too, daddy."

"You know how daddy loves to spoil you, my little prince. This room is so full of toys..."

From hoops, to toy cars, to gaming consoles, to dildos. Daddy dearest decided to mix it up, putting a small hoop around Chase's erect cock and teasing his hole with the controller of the console.

"Dad!" Chase chuckled, before starting to moan as the controller's long thingies entered his anus.

"Love giving you everything you want, my beatiful little prince. Would give you the sun and moon if I could."

"And shoved them up my ass?"

"Only if you want, baby."

"Daddy..." Chas said softly, before kissing his father, passionately, pratically eating his mouth.

The controler's vibrations were sending the teenager over the edge, his pubescent body vibrant with energy and chemicals. He came once again, now staining daddy's shirt.

"Sorry, daddy" he panted guiltily.

"Aw, dad can't stay mad at such a cute little face" the father said, kissing his son before stroking his cheek gently, "So handsome too."

Chase could honestly be lost in his father's cute and handsome face for hours. His heart was so full of love for the caring, gentle, affectionate old man, a mixture of a son's and boyfriend's love. He was his everything, his creator, his...

"Dad" Chase said, "I wanna worship you."

"O-okay" the older otter said, intrigued.

They shared another passionate kiss before Chase got up, motioning for dad to join him in the bed. Dad laid down on his back, and the fully nude thirteen year old danced sexily above him, taking his father's paws and passing them all over his body, his belly, face, chest, ass.

"All of this is yours, daddy" Chase moaned, "Do whatever you like."

"Okay" the father said pensively, "Can you worship my feet?"

Chase wasted no time, going to the edge of the bed and lowering himself sexily, staring at his daddy as he licked the webbing, sucked on the toes, sniffed the wonderful musk as his father had done to him before. This nearly put the adult over the edge, and he began to unbutton his pants.

"Allow me, daddy" Chase insisted, but a foot stopped him.

"Just a moment, baby. Keeping licking."

Chase happily obliged, treating the stinky foot as if it was a cock. But dad didn't take long to cum.

"Okay Chase, turn around."

Chase went back to the bed and did as told, and felt the weight of his father's hand on his hip. Unable to control him self anymore, the older otter unleashed all his days' frustrations unto his beloved son's back and round cheeks and tail, thick ropes of cum landing deep within the gaping hole, on the teen's nape, on the tail tip. His baby boy was totally soaked, he was completely his.

"Thank you baby, this was great."

"I have something that will make your day even better, daddy."

Before the older otter could ask Chase fetched a box from the side table and presented it to daddy.

"What's this, my prince?"

"A present, my love. Open it, daddy."

Dad opened and saw two ankle bracelets, shaped like anchors.

"Now this way I'm always yours and you're always mine!" Chase said, "Happy Valentine's!"

"Oh baby, my sweet little prince!" the father said, and kissed his beloved son.

The two of them snuggled in the bed, stinky but so full of love for each other that they decided to just rest, Chase safe within his daddy's strong arms.