Family Bonding
Father and son bonding.
Standard Disclaimer. Don't read if not such and such age, legal in area, yada yada, ect ect. I've got the present idea floating in my head, but I'd like to hear from you, the readers. Want to read more? Interested in seeing what the perfect Kitten's present could possibly be? Don't be shy and comment then.
The sound of the garage door opening, coupled with the deep base rumble of the truck's engine pulled the kit from his splay across the couch. Fur nearly standing on end as eyes went wide and that shiver crawled through the boy's body. Ears pricked up and forward, cocked for the next sound, the sound of the truck's door slamming shut, and then the creak of the door knob to the garage. Rather than a shiver, it was a full on shudder that racked his small frame, from those rounded tips of his ears, to the budding tuft of fur along the tip of his tail at the first heavy footfall. Otherwise still as a statue, hardly daring to breath, knowing just what would happen if he did. "Where you at little man, I know you're home." A deep base rumbling sound that poured out of the man's throat, the clatter of keys to the counter. The dull heavy thudding of clothing shed just inside the door, and left to drop where it would as the leonine mane prowled deeper into his home with a grin pulling at the corners of his muzzle. Nose twitching, nostrils flaring, it was the softest of sounds. The glide of smooth paws across an equally smooth floor, that had him turning just in time to catch the bolting frame of his son as the tyke barreled out of his hiding spot in the living room for his father. Suddenly squealing in glee as the man's hands caught him beneath his arms, and hefted his slight weight up into the air for a swing before pulling him in close to his own body. Not that it took much to get the boy purring. He was getting better at playing hunter. A proud seven years old now, and fully capable, in his own eyes, the little lion nestled deeper into the broad strength of his father's frame, nose twitching, whiskers crunching into the thick fur along the man's chest while he savored the heavenly scent. One that caused his little maw to part, dragging in the flavor of his father's taste across that hidden gland in the back of his muzzle, before the boy gave up all pretense and twisted in his father's hold. Nose buried in the crook of the arm, small tongue darting out to lap across the darker tawny colored fur there, as the little sheath started to plump. "Wanna play Daddy." Muffled words, before the boy paused in that slow savoring lap of his father's body to pull his muzzle out enough to fix guileless eyes on the elder lion's own. The deep laced chuckle, and the man tucked his own head down, that heavy mane shifting with the butt of forehead to forehead. "Alright baby, we'll play, let's just get out of the kitchen first. You know how much we got yelled at last time." It didn't take him long to prowl from the kitchen to that small hall that lead to the living room, heading for the couch that his son had so recently vacated, dropping into a seat at the same moment the boy squirmed from that wrapped arm around his waist to land lightly on his own paws. The eager gleam in his eyes when his Daddy finally settled into the sprawled seat the tyke was down on his hands and knees, moving forward with his own head low, nuzzling a calf, and working that small muzzle up before pushing against his father's knees, nudging them apart with his own slender frame and letting that muzzle settle into the crock of one leg and the groin, dragging in that rich scent of the elder lion with a small throated mewling sound as it sent that quiver back through his frame. No clothes to hide his scent, or the reaction of his body to his son, it wasn't too surprising when Victor's splayed frame shifted to those small demands of his baby boy. Shoulders at his knees, earning a rough chuckle, parting the thick muscled thighs with that tilting drop of his knees to either side, feet sliding across the floor, opening the view of his own thick furred sac and that heavy sheath to his son's muzzle only to get that treat of the little lion's burrowing nuzzle to his crotch. A deep purring huff, and one heavy hand fell, stroking across the top of his son's head, claws sliding beneath the thin cover of fur to the flesh for that stroke to the neck. "Mmm.. That's it baby. Do what you need to do, you know Daddy's here for you." It was a sure sign that it wasn't the tyke's first time where he was. His own slender body folding in on itself, nestling between the muscle of his father's legs, without hesitation, the nuzzling burrow of nose to groin, drinking in the scent, turning into that part of the small maw, the flash of pink, that rough tongue slithering out and lapping across the darker fur, peeling the thick scent of male lion from the strongest source on his father's body, letting it flow across taste buds and that jacobson gland, sending another mewling sound from his throat as that whipcord tail twisted in the air behind him in his own excitement. Small but loving strokes, that little darting tongue slithered through the fur along one side, before nosing into the heavy sac and drinking the musk there down as the boy's tongue darted out to start that bathing caress along the opposite side. Each new lathing lash of the cub's tongue, sending a fresh wave of heat through his body until his little prick jutted hard as tack from his sheath, gleaming with the slick fluid from within as he started that languid process of living up the length of his Daddy's sheath. Victor settled in the moment he saw his kitten's tongue break free of his muzzle, that thick basso rumble of his purring filling the air, muzzle settling in against his own chest as the craning tilt of his neck fixed emeralds along the length his own frame. No denying that gleam of lust in his eyes, or the curl of love along his maw, even as the view between his tawny furred thighs started to do more than merely plump his sheath. The hairless rim to the opening, parting with that first sheath slicked inch of cock snaking free to the air, no means the last as his boy's mewling sounds pulled at the man's instincts, feeding more of his cock free to the air until that bulge of flesh at the base popped free of the tawny furred tub, leaving the pink meat to darken to a crimson as it thickened with each beat of his heart. By the time his son reached the top of that sheath in his tongue bath, he was already being treated to that clear sap, spilling in a small torrent from the tip of the man's cock, falling along the length to soak into the fur there before getting caught on the boy's tongue as it started in the eager lapping that fluttered across each inch of the shaft before reaching the tip. "Go on Kitten. You know how to suck on Daddy's cock. Push your lips forward, and let them fold over your teeth, just like last time." It wasn't like the boy didn't know how, or that he even understood his father's words. The rich scent of the dominate lion, had settled into that hind portion of his mind, and left him not a slave to his own instincts. The rich taste of his father's precum spilling over his tongue, had the small cub off his nestled splay between this thick muscled legs and up on his feet, hands on either thigh, and a lean forward brought his small maw even with the tapered point of his Daddy's cock before he started to sink down it. The push forward of his lips along the muzzle, sealing those corners as he brought his muzzle to a close, a warm sheath for his Daddy's cock while that drooling precum spilled across his lashing tongue sending that flavor exploding through his mind and earning the ansy wiggle of his weight from one foot to the other as the eagerness overcame him and the boy's head lunged down too quickly. A coughing choke, that pointed crown lodged into the back of his throat, before he managed to adjust to the thickness and sank the rest of the way with a bone jarring murr of pure satisfaction as he felt his Daddy's cock sinking into his throat, and that hot sap spilling straight down to his stomach. "Careful Kitten!" Laughter mingling with that darker edge of lust in the words, it never ceased to amaze him how much of a cock hound his little boy had turned out to be. Though it was brought him each time when he felt his son's body melt into his own, as that thick shaft lodged it's way deeper into his son's throat, the velvet muscle parting in rippling waves around that thick spire, only to collapse in that milking pull as his son started to nurse on his shaft in those throat constricting swallows while purring without once dislodging the shaft from his small frame. "Fuck, baby boy... Daddy has a present for you... Right... Oh.. Yeah... After this..." Instinct, training, natural skill, it didn't matter what anyone wanted to call it, all the boy knew was the moment he had his Daddy's scent in his nose, he fell away from the world and into a different, better one. Eyes had drifted shut the moment he felt that thick, hot pulsing heat finally settling into his throat, nose quivering, pressed as it was into his Daddy's groin, with those lips to his maw nestled tight around the top edge to that bulge of flesh at the base of his Daddy's cock while that precum spilled into his stomach giving him the drink he'd been aching for all day long. Constricting swallows, that notable bulge of his throat where his father's cock was lodged in deep, rippling with each tugging pull of muscle until the boy finally started lifting up and let that crimson spike of meat fall from his muzzle, the glistening strands of precum and drool that'd been trapped in his maw, now connecting it to the shaft, snapping on occasional to wet the fur of his daddy's sheath where it lay peeled back, and up across his own muzzle, soaking the fur there as the boy reached the tip, only to sink back down in that slow steady rhythm that coupled the shift of small soft paws from his Daddy's thighs to that heavy hanging sac. One curling in, small fingers gracing the fur covered flesh with the stroking knead, a milking roll to coax his meal from it's hiding space within the nuts. "Fuck.. Fuck.. FUCK!" It happened everytime he saw that sight. The thick spike of his cock, bulging his son's throat, only to disappear from there, to the open air when his baby boy lifted up. Each time one of those glistening strands of drool that connected them would snap, he felt that heat in the pit of his stomach growing. Small paws on his sac, and the sight of his son nursing at the very tip of his cock, the last straw, as it was everytime for that first time of the night. It forced his nuts to draw up tight, and the lion's head to fall back. The hand that'd been caressing his son's head tightening in with the curl of fingers as claws dug into the floor. While his boy started to sink on his Daddy's cock again, the man gave up any pretense and let his orgasm crash over him. Throbbing with each pulse that pulled his nuts in a jumping flex to his son's paws, that tapered point of the massive shaft, parting to spill out the thick volley of cum to his boy's tongue. Bathing it in the heat of the seed that'd made him, only to be gulped down in eager swallows while the boy's kittenish mewling begged his father for more of that hot seed. All too eager to comply, head falling back as his own maw parted in that roar of satisfaction, the lion's hips rolled up, as that hand guided his son down the full length of his cock again, spilling the last half of his orgasm straight to his son's stomach in those throbbing jets of cum that pulsed straight down his throat even as the boy nuzzled into his groin in an attempt to egg his father on. With his Daddy's hand helping hold him tight, the boy was in heaven. He felt that first thick jet of seed spilling along his lashing tongue, and more replacing it when he swallowed, only to have the last volley left pasted there when his Daddy coaxed him back down the length of the cock. Each pulse, thickening the shaft in his maw, letting him feel it's path through that length until it spilled into his own body. He had no intention of pulling off, until he had every last drop, the sound of his father's roar, sending a fresh shudder through his frame and it hit that last button in the boy's mind. A muffled squeal, even as he drank the offered cum, his body tightened and shuddered, the contracting spasms of his own cock, forcing it to bounce and twitch where it jutted in the air from his sheath, as the dry orgasm claimed the boy without a single touch to his body beyond his Daddy's hand on his head and neck, the cock in his muzzle, and that heavenly heat of the seed soothing that hunger in his stomach. The last weak twitching pulses, that signal for him, and the boy drew up, letting his Daddy's cock fall from his muzzle, before dipping his head down, and nuzzling the spent cum slimed cock, letting the seed mark his maw, before the boy let out a sudden giggle and clambored up the larger lion's body to a seat on his splayed thighs. Nestling into that broad chest, head tilting to the side to listen to the deep booming of his daddy's rapid heartbeat even as the Kitten let out his own satisfied purring rumble to match the larger lion's. "What present Daddy?"