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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Father/Son_Incest, Dirty_Talk, Consent_Issues, Oral_Sex, Bad
      Parenting
  Series:
      Part 3 of Father's_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-03 Words: 1222
****** Are you proud of me, daddy? ******
by OnyxxStone
Summary
     Richard gets his son’s report card in the mail, and thinks it’s time
     for a reward.
Notes
     Just FYI this one is not as long as the first two. It's my depraved
     version of short and sweet.
See the end of the work for more notes
Ever since his punishment, Landon was more and more receptive to Richard’s
affection, and soon enough began to initiate it. It was…comfortable.
Landon started giving him a kiss goodbye in the mornings.
He would sit on Richard’s lap and they’d make out during commercial breaks of
The Daily Show.
Some nights he’d slip into Richard’s bed and Richard would fondle him, stroke
him, make him come apart in his hands.
But Landon never pushed him into escalating their behavior. There was a level
of trust that his father would bring him there when it was time, and Richard
found it intoxicating. He was constantly thinking of ways to abuse that trust,
and chastising himself. 
Because of all people, Landon deserved the very best.
Proof of that came with the mail he went through before bed: Landon’s mid-
semester grade report.  He opened it, and smiled.
Landon had three A’s - in English, Web Design, and Spanish Literature.  Of
course, Richard thought, since Landon’s mother was a native speaker; still, his
older son hadn’t picked it up like Landon had.
He had a B+ in both US History and French; he had B’s in Chemistry and
Calculus.
There was a note at the bottom warning parents not to be upset about middling
grades in advanced placement courses, since they corresponded to higher grades
in the year-end GPA, etc. Richard’s eyes widened – all but two of his classes
were advanced – but more impressive, though, were the teacher comments:
 
Landon’s work ethic sets the standard for the class…
Landon had trouble with indefinite limits but spent his lunch hour correcting
his homework with me in the math office…
Landon speaks French with a Spanish accent but his grasp of the grammar is very
strong…
 
Richard proudly put the report card on the refrigerator, and went up to
Landon’s room. The boy was tangled in his desk chair, sitting on one foot and
curled around a bent leg in a way that made Richard’s knees hurt just from
looking at him.
But Landon smiled. “Hey,” he said, warmly.
“I, ah, saw you grades.”  He let his eyes travel over Landon, looking so
effortlessly handsome with his mussed hair and dark eyes.
His son must have noticed something in Richard’s face, because he tilted his
head to the side and stopped tapping his pen.   Biting the end of it, he said
with a sardonic little grin:
 “Are you proud of me, daddy?”
He turned his chair and let his legs fall open, facing Richard and inviting his
gaze.  Richard closed the door behind him. He could see Landon’s chest rise and
fall beneath another one of his fitted, cotton undershirts, and matched the
heat in his son’s eyes.
Landon said, “Do I get a reward for being a good little boy?”
There was something utterly wrong about hearing a deep voice utter those words,
and it made his mouth water.  Landon’s smile grew.
Well, goddamn. Richard could hardly believe that Landon was teasing him, and it
really shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was.
Landon untangled himself and came forward, letting his palms rest on Richard’s
chest.  Their mouths met, gentle at first, but growing insistent; Richard
reached between son’s legs.
“Oh, Daddy,” he said, with all the innocence of a hooker on a street corner. He
watched Richard slip a hand into his unzipped pants.  “You’re getting me all
excited.”
Lips muffling their laughter, Richard shoved Landon’s pants down and put him on
the bed.
And there it was.  Landon’s erect cock never failed to feed that constant
hunger in his core. He loved the way it curved slightly, the way it would
twitch when left alone, how it seemed to leak precome at the sight of him. 
Landon’s hands rested on Richard’s neck, following but not guiding the motion
downwards; he grew quiet as Richard got to his knees, and realized where the
kisses were heading.  His breath was quick and shallow. 
Holding his waist, Richard could feel it, and savored it.  He peppered light
kisses around the base of his cock, slowly making his way up, dragging his lips
and breathing hot air onto the sensitive skin.
Landon was making unbearable noises again, his eyes wide and searching. 
Richard held his gaze as he finally covered Landon with his mouth.
He would forever remember that first reaction: Landon seemed to rise an inch
off his bed and let out a soft cry that was at least an octave higher than
normal; he shivered intensely, once, and then fell back to the bed.
Then Richard began to move.  He kept a steady pace for several bobs, then he
sped up, and went back, studying him until he found the rhythm to make Landon
give himself up. This was his son’s first blowjob, after all.  
Richard would swallow him down as far as he could, sucking him deep a few
times, and then take these slow, hard drags to reach the tip, which he would
circle with his tongue.
Landon twisted in slow motion, his head thrown back, mouth slack, screaming
silently.  By time Richard’s tongue was flicking over his slit, Landon was
undulating, moaning brazenly, and trying to pull Richard back down.
It was the same pattern, but Landon cried for it each time.
‘Mmmnnf’ and ‘fffuck’ and ‘ah’. His personal favorite:‘Please, daddy...’
His voice was music to Richard’s ears. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He was
starting to take Landon all the way into his throat when he could tell the end
was near. Landon had only lasted a minute, but, Richard thought to himself, he
would improve on that later.
With a loud cry Landon exploded into his mouth.
Landon’s body folded as he came; his hands fisted in his father’s hair,
cradling Richard’s head into his front as he curled over.
His son’s thighs quivered as Richard sucked every last drop from him, using the
tip of his tongue to tease the oversensitive head before taking it all in one
last time.  Landon’s hot breath landed on the back of his neck, tickling him,
and then he felt a series of light kisses atop his head as Landon raised him
from his lap.
“Daddy,” he said, amazed, when Richard met his eyes.  “…”
“You do get a reward for being a good boy, Landon.”
His son smiled and kissed him heartily, and it seemed as though he sought every
corner of Richard’s mouth to taste himself there. Richard stood without
breaking their contact, gently tucking Landon back into his pants.   
“Umph!” Landon made a cute noise, and blushed.  “I can dress myself...”
“Good boys don’t argue,” said Richard, smiling around the kiss he placed on his
son’s forehead. 
“Yes, daddy,” he said, huskily.
They had a quiet moment, nuzzling each other, and Richard rubbed his arms.
 “Almost finished with your homework?”
Landon sighed, and made a vague gesture to his desk. “I have another thirty
pages of history reading.  At least an hour of math and…” he pinched the bridge
of his nose.  “…double chem tomorrow.  I have a pre-lab report to do.”
It was 11:30 already.  Richard stroked his cheek.  “Please try to get some
sleep, Landon.” 
But Landon grinned.  “Gotta keep my grades up, don’t I?”
Richard smacked him on the ass before letting himself out.  “Good night, kid.”
 
End Notes
     I'm going to put this at the end of each story: Landon is a minor,
     and his father is a terrible, terrible person.
     Also, this is as light and fluffy as these two ever get, so ... enjoy
     it ;)
     Next up: the day his father has been waiting for.
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