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works/5282873.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes
  Additional Tags:
      Father/Son_Incest, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Blood_Drinking, Only_a_small
      amount._More_like_a_lick_actually., Murder_Family, Alternate_Universe_-
      Serial_Killers
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-25 Words: 2259
****** Overly Excited ******
by AlphaMishka1508
Summary
     Rick and Carl are serial killers. They lead a guy back to their home,
     kill him, and proceed to have a little fun. Their victim is NOT a
     part of the 'fun' and is a separate and very small part in the
     beginning.
≪ ☣ ≫ ╾ Bruises were already forming beneath the man's eye; blossoming across a
cheek bone and surrounding a wound already swelling. The cut on his cheek
wasn't bad enough for stitches, but there was still blood draining from it in
thick messy drops. Sliding down the skin to soak into a beard lining the man's
jawline no matter how often a tense hand rises to wipe at it. Knuckles were
sore and busted open, yet Rick ignored the pain that sparks with the movement
of the dying body in his arms. The boy had stepped away from the body when Rick
tosses the limp form from his arms to land in a messy heap on the hardwood
floor at their feet.
Thankfully Carl was ok, save for a few cuts and bruises of his own. Seeing the
marks on his son only spurred his own on when he finally gets his hands on the
guy the pair had fished out of a bar to the secluded home nestled out in the
back roads of Cynthiana, Kentucky. Luring him out with the promise of a 'nice
good time.' Despite what sultry words Rick had slurred his way and a few
knowing touches, it wasn't that man who was going to have the good time. That
was abundantly clear the second the lock had clicked shut behind Carl's back
the second the stranger had stepped into the house.
Even more clear when the same man now lay lifeless in a pool of his own blood
between the two panting forms. Rick take a look behind himself to seek out the
chair he knew was not too far away before backing himself up to it when his
legs threaten to give out on him. A heavy sigh spills from parted jaws when his
ass reaches the cushion and looks up towards the boy wiping a blade across a
pant leg. The movement draws his eyes and a quick flick of a tongue is given
before a hand rises to beckon his son closer. Thankfully Carl doesn't need to
be told twice and he's stepping around their victim to get to his father.
Rick's hand is reaching out for the boy, large palm coming to rest against a
hip. "I'm so proud of you right now. You did so good, my boy!" he coos sweetly,
voice rough with their previous actions as his son slips a knee up into the
chair beside a thigh. Rick helps the lad up and leans back in his seat to watch
Carl's legs spread wide enough to straddle his thighs. The man's other hand
comes up to gently card through the hair on the side of his son's head,
brushing them back out of his face when Carl shuffles in closer to his dad's
torso.
"I learned from the best, Daddy." the boy practically purrs as he puffs out his
chest and smiles at Rick while his hands come to rest against his father's
chest. Fingers splayed wide as they roam across the rising muscles, pushing
against the man's breast before trailing downwards. It was no surprise to find
Rick's cock already thick within his jeans; tenting the denim obscenely between
his own legs. "That's right. Taught you so good." Rick huffs out in a voice
that dips lower when his son's hand palms the hardened flesh expertly. "You
gonna show me what else I taught you or are you just teasing it?" he nearly
whispers the words when the man's hand on Carl's waist slips around the boy's
body until his hand comes to rest on his ass.
"Have I ever teased and not finished you?" Carl questions with a little wiggle
of his hips that pushes his rear against that groping palm the same time that
wandering hand dips lower. Rick has to spread his legs a little wider to give
his son better access and a groan tumbles freely from his throat at the squeeze
he earns to him balls next. "Doesn't mean you won't ever start." Rick tosses
back as his other hand cups the back of his boy's next to drag him down for a
kiss. Mouths open and tongues slide together almost instantly, skipping the
teasing in their eagerness to just taste already. It's messy, but not overly
sloppy as father and son cling to one another with the rising lust that
envelopes them.
Carl's hand pulls free of his dad's groin after giving those balls another good
squeeze and wanders up towards the belt he's fumbling with. A growl rumbles
within Rick's chest when it distracts the boy from the kiss and he moves his
hand off Carl's ass to smack away. While that hand makes quick work of that
leather, his other cards fingers through the boy's hair to guide him back into
another kiss after nipping at a lower lip. The buckle clatters noisily between
the pair as the button and zipper on jeans are taken care of within moments
before a hand is delving beneath the fabric for his dick. Rick tugs his length
free from it's confines to jut proudly between his son's legs and shivers
briefly when the cold air hits the hot member.
It only intensifies when another hand joins his own, touching the head of his
cock and down the side. Brushing fingers across his own and moaning so sweetly
at the feel of it all. A quiet snickering fills his mouth and only then did
Rick realize his mouth had gone slack with Carl's touch. "Render you motionless
there....Daddy?" Carl teases his father with a stroke of his hand up Rick's
shaft after the man had let himself go. "Just felt good having you touch me."
he grunts out with the way his back arches into the chair he leans back against
to watch his son play with his dick.
"If a little rubbing with my hand earns me this reaction I can only imagine
what you'll do when I've got you stuffed up my ass." Carl says as a tongue
slips across his own lips before drawing a lower lip into his mouth to bite at
the plump flesh. Rick slumps back further into the seat at the way his son was
looking at him as his prick jumps in the boy's hand. "Gonna make me come so
good, that's for sure." the man groans huskily as his hands shift over his
boy's body to rest at a slender waist. Carl just grins as he continues to tug
at his dad's cock while his other hand moves to undo his own pants. It's a
little awkward to maneuver, but with Rick's help he's able to get both pants
and underwear pushed off his frame to lay forgotten for now on the floor beside
the chair.
There wasn't lube and nothing was in reach for the man to grab, but no matter.
He just smirks and stuffs three fingers into his own mouth to lather them up
with spit. Carl takes that moment to lean forward and laps at the digits buried
in his father's mouth, nipping at the skin before pulling back when Rick tries
to pull his fingers out. The boy moves his hand up and cups his dad's wrist and
hold that hand there awhile longer. A moan vibrates around the fingers in
Rick's mouth and eyelids droop as he continues to lick at his own fingers.
Rick's eyes watch his boy as Carl turns his head and this time a tongue slips
free before licking across the drying blood below the cut on his cheek. If the
man hadn't already had pre-come spurting from the head of his dick, he
definitely was now. He watches his son come away with red staining his lips and
bucks his hips up gently against his son's body with the sight. His eyes track
the path Carl's tongue makes and gasps heavily when he's finally able to pull
his hand out of his mouth. They instantly migrate to the boy's ass, gliding
down a crack in search of the little furled pucker.
He waits no time in shoving a single finger right into Carl's hole after giving
in a few swirls of the tip of his middle finger. It earns him a shout that
makes Rick smile when he sees the boy's mouth open wide from the sudden
penetration. The lad clings to him not soon after; wrapping arms around his
father's shoulders and mouthing at his neck to stifle most of the sounds he
creates. Rick works quickly, yet not so quick to hurt his boy any in stretching
him open. Scissoring him open on two, then three, and soon four fingers that
are spit on enough times Rick had lost count.
When he felt the lad was ready, fingers are pulled free from the boy's ass and
what little spit was left he uses it to slick up his cock. Carl takes hold of
his dad's hand long enough to bring it up towards his mouth and spits a wad
into the palm of Rick's hand before guiding the man's hand back down to his
dick that jumps between them. Rick's brain blanks for a moment from the sight
before the squeeze of Carl's hand around his own spurs him into action. He
strokes himself just enough to wet his cock before moving his son closer. Knees
shuffle forwards as the man slouches further into the seat to give the boy a
better place to sit himself down on that curled prick awaiting it's home.
It takes a moment for his son to adjust on the girth that pokes at a stretched
hole. Takes him a moment to grow accustom to the head splitting him wide and
soon the length burying itself deep within his ass. A series of pretty little
whimpers spill from Carl's mouth when his ass meet his father's thighs that
Rick drinks right up with a peppering of kisses on lips and across a sweat
stained face. "So good my boy. Fuck," his voice cuts off on a groan when he
feels the way Carl's hole clenches around his girth. "sittin' so pretty on my
dick right now." that earns a moan from his son that makes Rick smile.
"Come on Dad! I'm ready." Carl whines after a moment of being held still in his
father's lap. He'd tried to move, but hands wrap themselves around his waist to
hold him on place a little longer. "Mmnn, you sure about that?" Rick muses with
a small roll of his hips that draws out a breathy pant from the boy sitting on
his cock. "Yees~! Please, please just. Fuck me Daddy!" Carl moans out and tries
once more to move himself on his dad's cock, but Rick had held him still.
It's only when the man heard his son growl softly, felt the hands in his hair
that prepared to tug before he's thrusting upwards into that tight little body.
A shout rips from Carl's mouth when Rick finally begins to move, spearing his
dick up into the boy that's gone stiff above him. Hands cling fast to his hair
as a back bows much like a bow with the way his dad finally gives him what he'd
wanted. "Fuck, so gorgeous baby boy!" Rick growls out as eyes take in the sight
of his son bouncing on his lap and smirks when he notices Carl's eyes had shut.
There was no need to rush, but with the sight before him the man knew he wasn't
going to last long.
The boy was still covered in blood, mixing with sweat and soaking into the
shirt he still wore. The way his son's body periodically squeezed around the
pistoning length, the tug of his hair, the scratch of nails. Rick can already
feel the tightness growing in his groin from it all and he tries hard to stave
off himself to watch Carl come undone. Not that that is usually a problem most
of the time. "Daddy...hhnng, harder!" the lad pleads after a dozen more thrusts
from the man beneath him.
"Aahh shit, Carl!" Rick spits out with another growl that mixes with the
panting breaths he gives when speeding up his actions. Fucking himself up into
the boy's ass even as Carl leans himself back a little more, forcing himself
down against his dad's dick. That earns a rather noisy moan from Rick when he
feels the added pressure on his groin seconds before he comes. Cock pulsing
hard before spasming with each thick shot of semen he paints against his son's
inner walls. Carl throws his head back and grinds himself down on his father's
dick when he feels the way the man's trembles with orgasm.
It doesn't take him more then a couple seconds before his own small prick
spasms with it's own release, splattering a much smaller load across Rick's
trembling stomach. They ride out their orgasms together with clinging hands and
heaving chests, slowing down until both come to a stop. "Love you Dad." Carl
pants out with a raspy voice that's noticeably light with the smile spreading
across his face. "I love you too, Carl." Rick chuckles softly as his hands
begin to roam upwards over his boy's body before pulling him down to lay
against his chest. The motion pulls his dick free from Carl's ass and he knows
they're both a mess as much as the state of the room, but cleaning up would
have to wait awhile.
{{ End }} ๑۩ ۩..
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