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Chan tucks Seungmin in for bed. Pulls the blanket over the two of them and hugs him tightly under it. Seungmin scoots closer, his cute little butt wiggling and settling right against Chan’s lower abdomen. Chan does the same, pulls him and cages him with his arms, slipping his fingertips underneath him as he noses his son’s drying hair.
He savours the time he has with calm and sleepy Seungmin, as tomorrow is another day to ponder what’s been happening with him.
It started Wednesday.
Chan picked up Seungmin like normal. He chatted with his teachers, then was informed that there would be a PTA Meeting in the coming weekend. One of the parents approached him—Minho was his name—about the meeting and told him they planned to elect Chan to one of the committees. They exchanged a few laughs talking about their sons—to which Minho mentioned the two are “mortal enemies” apparently. Right after, he asked for Minho’s number just so they could update each other on the meeting. Minho is one of the PTA Officers—Chan thought it would be good to have his contact.
After that brief endeavor, they went on about their day as usual. Except for one small thing—Seungmin’s change in attitude.
Although his son isn’t really addicted to his phone, Chan controls his screentime, yet recently, he hasn’t even used it. Seungmin likes reading, and lately Chan has caught him reading books instead. What baffles him is what the books are about… it’s mostly about relationships—specifically on marriage and touching up on sex education.
His school is strict on their curriculum—as a single parent, Chan had to be picky with his school: private, prestigious, and painstakingly structured in their practice—so when Chan saw that, he asked his classroom adviser one morning after dropping him off. Additional readings on certain topics, especially assigned to advanced kids like Seungmin’s class, should be reviewed, and sometimes, consented to by parents. So he had to confirm whether the course syllabi for Social Studies or Character Education changed for this school year—to which she replied there’s none. But did mention Seungmin frequenting the library and borrowing a bunch of books on the particular subject.
Similar to previous days, Seungmin barely talks to Chan, and when the kid does, it’s minimal. He didn’t pay it any attention at first; his son is a quiet kid anyway. But it bothered him nonetheless.
Aside from that, Seungmin’s most distinguishing character is being polite—something that Chan didn’t even need to reiterate to him, as the kid is naturally respectful. But while the PTA Meeting went well, Chan had to take him for some reason. Seungmin insisted—even though he wasn’t allowed to attend the meeting. He stayed at the library, and when Chan and Minho came to pick him up, he swore he had never seen Seungmin almost throwing a tantrum. It was a short, whiny sound, while he held Chan, as if anyone coming near them posed a threat. It’s unusual; he had never seen him be like that, nor taught Seungmin to behave like that.
Since then, whenever Chan started talking to other people, Seungmin would tug at the hem of his shirt and pull at his torso, all while glaring at everyone. He never scolded Seungmin—and never would—as his child is growing up to be a level-headed human being capable of handling his emotions. But the recent behavior called for Chan to at least acknowledge that something is wrong and he’s starting to worry. He did talk to Seungmin about it, which led to him being more distant physically, but more wary that instead of actively throwing death glares at people, he would stand in between Chan and anyone he was talking with.
The kid does like sleeping with his dad, but he values his independence—as Seungmin puts it. Most especially, it lessened when they started their playtimes. Sleeping together in Chan’s room only meant playtime and never just cuddling until they fell asleep.
Same as in the past few days, the most prominent change is him climbing on his bed every night without the intention to masturbate, and that started to confuse Chan—the kid is particular in his routine, something he probably inherited from Chan’s obsessiveness. So this sudden change is alarming—to put it lightly.
Seungmin did his night routine—one that he prides himself on doing all on his own—took Daengmo, a few of his pillows, and stomped his feet, marching to Chan’s room. He loves sleeping with his baby, of course—it would take a bullet for Chan to complain about sleeping with his beloved son. But this has been happening for quite a while, and Chan seems more troubled as the shift in their daily routine and Seungmin’s attitude still doesn’t have quite a clear explanation.
Alas, he doesn’t bug his son. Seungmin is meticulous about his feelings. It amazes Chan how he’s able to marinate in his own thoughts and come up with his own solution. Although Chan reminds him that he’s entitled to Chan’s complete and utter support, the kid is adamant that he learns to process his own feelings and emotions without dad’s help. And ever the understanding father that he is, he waits for his son to come to him when he deems he’s done gathering his thoughts.
However, there’s still no progress so far, and every day, Seungmin gets worse with this change of attitude. Chan shuffles a bit on the bed, trying to pry the thoughts from his mind. He should sleep it off, like he’s been doing over the past couple of days. Seungmin can take his time; his dad will wait for him anyway.
Around midnight, Chan’s mind decides to erase any worries and becomes occupied by an unexpected wet dream. In it, his son, Seungmin, his everything, taking his full length in his mouth.
Dream Seungmin is a little bit older—pre-teen, if he were to guess. Fingers aren’t as small as he wraps around his balls, massaging them gently while he holds his warm mouth down to Chan’s base.
He sucks with expertise. His cheeks aren’t as chubby, hollowing them while bopping his head and creating a vacuum with an addicting, obscene sound. His tongue laps Chan’s cock tip with precision and poise. Dipping it through the slit and licking the beading precum, teasing and a bit mean. Lacking that sweet innocence that Chan wants to protect.
He shifts into his sleep. The intensity of watching his son devour his cock douses his whole body in arousal. By not more than a few minutes, he’s drenched in an impending orgasm. Shivering with the need for release. Seungmin doesn’t slow down, eats him fully with hunger that Chan knows he won’t last. His breath hitches, and at the sound of his own groan… Chan wakes up from this beautiful dream.
“S-Seungmin—ah shit,” he curses under his breath, eyes adjusting to his son’s dainty little hands cupping his bulge.
“I heard Daddy making noises like I do when we do playtimes,” he says, all while rubbing Chan’s cock against the fabric that isn’t doing anything at all.
“Yes, baby, Daddy’s just—fuck,” Seungmin starts pressing onto his hardening cock, “—dreaming… baby, can you–uh, take your hands off Daddy?”
“Daddy never says bad words to me,” his hands not leaving Chan’s erection, “Does Daddy hate me now?”
“What—no, baby, Daddy could never!”
He looks at Chan, face shadowed by the dim light. Despite that, Chan can see it—the same hunger in his eyes as in his dream. Glistening with want, matching the hand that doesn’t seem to slow down.
“I felt it behind me; Daddy moving too much woke me up.”
He’s talking like he doesn’t understand what he’s doing to Chan—except he does. He knows how this feels. They’ve done this for god knows how many times. Seungmin is a lot of things, one he isn’t is being clueless. His movement is purposeful, filled with curiosity, wonder, and if Chan isn’t mistaken… lust.
“Sorry, I woke you up, baby.” He sits, reaching for his son’s experimental hands to stop it. “Now, why don’t you lie down and sleep, hmm? You have a class later; let Daddy take care of this.”
He’s silent.
It’s like he’s calculating. Eyeing Chan’s hand on his petite wrist, as if contemplating what his next move should be. Times like this he forgets Seungmin is seven. Most of the time, he thinks it’s his fault that he had to be mature at such a young age. The guilt of helping his son sexually never occurred to him, but the thought that it might be one of the reasons that he’s acting differently in recent is finally dawning on Chan.
As he lets go of his son’s hand, he starts speaking.
“Why won’t you let me masturbate you?”
The question falls heavily in the dead air. Hearing that word with Seungmin’s soft, innocent voice sounds sinful as it is. It’s dirty, and it’s enough to stir his cock back to life.
Yet the hint of frustration in his son’s voice isn’t left unnoticed by Chan.
“Oh, baby, Daddy only does it for you because you need Daddy’s help. Like that first playtime, right? Daddy is different; only grown-ups can play with Daddy, hmm?”
His son isn’t ready—he won’t be even for a couple of years. And even if he is, what makes Chan think that Seungmin will still want to do things with him? Sure, Chan wants to—needs to. But he loves his son so much, helping him is enough.
Seungmin frowns, then pouts—god, his son is so pretty.
“Like Minho?”
With the lack of honorifics and his hushed voice burdened with devastation, it’s Chan's turn to be silenced.
So… that’s why.
“Baby, Minho and I are just friends,” he coos at his son, still pouting and clearly distraught about these confusing feelings—Chan finds it so adorable. “Is that why you’ve been reading about marriage?” He chuckles. Teasing his son about this might ease the tension and make his cute, jealous son feel a little bit better.
“I don’t want Minho near you,” he states, head down while fidgeting with his little fingers.
“Okay," Chan says, grinning like an idiot—the cutest son anyone could ever ask for.
“And any of my teachers.”
“Okay.”
"Or anyone else."
"Okay."
“Only Seungminnie.”
He chuckles again, finding this all amusing. “Only Seungminnie.”
“Then… can I masturbate you?”
This time, Chan second-guesses. Maybe it’s okay, it’s just hands. He’s literally just going to play with it—nothing's wrong with that.
After a few minutes, Seungmin is the one who grows impatient, cupping Chan’s deflated dick.
“Seungmin-ah!”
“Let me… please, Daddy?”
The plea sends shivers down his spine. A shudder runs throughout his body as Seungmin looks at him with eyes that ask for the world. There’s nothing else Chan could do—because he would… give up everything for his son. He looks up to their ceiling, seemingly a gesture to ask for forgiveness to no one but himself, then he releases a deep sigh—
“......okay.”
The way Seungmin’s small hand cups Chan’s bulge is a scene that he’s willing to paint to frame in a museum. It’s addicting to see the innocence leave out of Seungmin’s fingertips. The clumsiness and slight playfulness are still showing; the child wonder full on display. But the way his palm pushes on his balls, feeling the size of it. The lightness of his touch against the shaft covered in his boxers, as if he’s trying to make out its shape. Those are all tainting his mind, soaked from the tip of his fingers and spreading throughout his petite and small body.
Everything is overwhelming Chan, yet every second of his son’s hand not touching skin to skin is torture that he’s had enough of.
“You can—” he breaths heavily through his nose, trying to gather his composure and not melt into his son’s hold, “—take it out now.”
“Yay!” Seungmin cutely cheers, hooking his fingers underneath his boxer’s waistband. He helps, and his dick springs out proudly as they both tuck the band under his balls.
Seungmin’s little hand didn’t waste any time wrapping around Chan’s shaft. He almost curses, but he tries not to. Not again. But he can’t help it, the sight of Seungmin’s hand, not big enough to wrap around his cock is both mesmerizing and awfully vile. The touch is tingling, and the feeling is somewhat foreign, as his touch and skin feel pillowy soft, lacking that of the calloused hand of an adult. The thought makes his cock jump in joy.
“Daddy, it’s moving!”
“Yes, baby. It’s too excited that you’re holding it,” he strains his words, a lump caught up in his throat as he struggles not to let out a moan.
Then Seungmin, the ever-curious boy that he is, starts to experiment. Tugging down, one and two strokes, squeezing just a little bit. The pressure almost made Chan cum in an instant.
“Shit, don’t do that yet!”
“Oh! Daddy said a curse word again!”
“I know, I know,” he shakily chuckles. Fuck, his son is really gonna be the death of him. “I’ll put a coin in the swear jar later. First, let Daddy teach you this.”
And, as always, Seungmin is attentive. His eyes, sparkling with glee and raw curiosity. And Chan never fails to admire it. How much of a bright boy he is. Despite only having Chan in his life, he’s able to be the sunshine that brightens up anyone’s day.
Chan couldn’t help but put his hand on the boy’s head, big enough that he could grab it easily. Brushing his soft hair and putting away some strands so he could look at his son’s excited face just a little bit better. Minutes ago, he was frowning and a frustrated little ball of jealousy, but now, he’s back as the little ball of delight that he is. Too eager to make his Daddy feel good.
“Okay, so, this is Daddy’s penis, similar to yours when we do playtimes. It’s a lot bigger, right?” Seungmin nods—so adorable. “Remember what I told you last time?”
“You’ll let Seungminnie taste you?”
“Yes, baby. Such a good boy for remembering,” he smiles, petting his son.
“Of course! How can I forget? Seungminnie has been waiting to taste Daddy!”
Oh god—he closes his eyes. His cock stirs, twitching at the mere thought of his son thinking about his cock like that. Thinking about how it will taste or how it will fit in his mouth. Chan inhales shakily and tilts his head back—fuck, he’s so hard it hurts.
“It’s so pink—it looks angry,” Seungmin’s curious fingers are at it again. Index finger pushing into the slit, circling and squishing the beading precum back at the tip.
Chan groans, “Baby…”
“Was that good, Daddy? Does it hurt?”
“It feels so good that it hurts so much, baby.”
Seungmin frowns, tilting his head sideways like a confused little puppy, fucking hell—he’s so adorable, “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll make you feel better. Tell Seungminnie what to do.”
“Just…” he exhales gently through his nose, his stomach tensing at just the thought of his little boy’s hand going back on his shaft, “—just take one hand and carefully wrap it around, yeah… fuck, just like that—shit.”
Chan leans back because if he looks again, his son’s face is just inches away from his throbbing cock. He doesn’t think he’ll last if he doesn’t give himself a minute or two. The size difference of his son’s head and his fully erect dick makes his mind jumble into a puddle of goo. The whole picture of Seungmin’s small head compared to his huge dick is enough material for Chan to masturbate on later in the future. Right now, it’s a weapon for his impending doom.
“That’s so much cursing, Daddy!” Seungmin scolds
Chan can’t help but chuckle a bit. His son has always been some kind of a nag. Always telling Chan not to overwork, just to play with him or spend more time with him. Even though, admittedly, Chan tries not to let Seungmin feel like he’s only receiving love from one parent. Chan makes sure that he accounts for two, and he knows Seungmin can feel that. But alas, the child is greedy. And Chan would do anything for the boy, giving him whatever he wants or needs.
“I know, baby. Your hand on my cock makes Daddy feel so good that I have to curse.”
“Okay, I’ll allow Daddy just this time,” Seungmin pouts.
That fired some wires in Chan's brain. The cute command isn't making Chan feel any better. He’s not gonna last. The only thing that swirls in his mind is Seungmin sucking on his cock, just like in his dream. He controls his breathing, tightens his core and prays to a god he doesn’t believe in. He wants to see his cock head on the child’s mouth, please, let him last a little longer.
“Okay, baby, if you say so. Daddy is free to curse now,” he giggles. Then instructs, “You can do what you did a while ago. Going up and down Daddy’s cock and applying pressure.”
As soon as he said it, Seungmin didn’t need to be told twice. He puts both his hands back on Chan’s length, both hands enough to accommodate his girth. He starts stroking, a little too fast, which makes Chan jerk and thrust his hips upwards, fucking into his son’s hands.
“Fuck–fuck, Seungmin-ah, slowly, baby ah ahh—fuck,” he moans, putting down his hips swiftly.
“Daddy, is that your precum?”
“Yes, baby,” and without warning, Seungmin lets out his tongue and licks his cock head gently.
“Shit!”
Chan trembles pathetically on Seungmin’s hand. The first touch of warmth against his cock in years, and it’s from his baby. The wetness of his tongue is entirely different, but knowing the one who makes him feel this good is the love of his life; it hits Chan like never before.
“You taste so good, Daddy!”
“Seungminnie, Daddy didn’t say you could taste it yet…”
“But I wanted to try,” Seungmin pouts, and how could he ever resist that?
“Okay, I’ll let you do it again,” and just the thought sent Chan dripping with more precum. How can he even last at this point? “Then you can try sucking, just gently, like a lollipop.”
Seungmin doesn’t waste any time and starts lapping at his cock head. At first, it was gentle, like he instructed, but the child seemed to have other plans, as after a few seconds, the little boy started to suck hungrily. The sound is as obscene—maybe more—as the one in his dream, but this is real. It’s happening right in front of him.
“Fuck!” Chan’s hand automatically goes to the little boy’s head, guiding and assisting, blissed from the feeling of his son’s mouth. “Shit, Seungminnie. Your mouth feels so warm, feels so good,” he mumbles as the child slurps the mixture of precum and saliva gushing out of the corner of his mouth. The sight is an absolute mess, and Chan is tipping at the edge of his orgasm.
The child seems to like the compliment because the next thing he does is match the sucking with stroking Chan's shaft. His son learns so fast—it’s scary yet thrilling. Especially given Chan’s instinct to buck his hips in response. Accidentally putting a few more centimeters inside Seungmin’s mouth. The moan that he lets out is guttural, and he’s almost delirious just from feeling the warm flesh of Seungmin’s cheeks bumping at his tip.
As soon as it hits him, he immediately backs out, “Shit, sorry, baby,” but as he tries to grab Seungmin’s head to pull out, Seungmin sucks harder, “Fuck-fuck-fuck ah… shit, Seungmin-ah, baby, wait.”
He puts his palm against his son’s forehead, slightly pushing as a warning. The kid is not budging though. Instead, he sinks a bit more, and Chan helplessly moans in pure pleasure.
It’s been months… months since they’ve been playing, Chan not being able to masturbate on his own and cum. He has little to no control right now with how Seungmin is sucking intently on his tip. How eager his son is to make his Daddy cum. His vision blurs, his hips twitching. He’s now fully thrusting in Seungmin’s little mouth, and about a quarter of his length is enough to touch its back end. His son’s delicate lips, not even big enough to capture Chan’s, are now fully wrapped around his shaft. Dragging as he bops his head up and down.
Chan groans deep in his throat and squeezes his abdomen to prevent himself from cumming inside his son’s mouth. His breath hitches, staggering in short increments. There are two decisions floating in his head: push Seungmin away or let him do this; the latter is the overweighing choice. Chan is too fucked up to even think about it.
“M-Minnie, baby, Daddy feels too g-good, honey. You have—ugh,” Seungmin tongues his slit—where the fuck did his kid learn that?
His back arches slightly; he controls his breathing with his last found inch of sanity, trying to get more oxygen into his head to clear his mind. But as soon as he inhales, Seungmin snakes his little fingers and fondles his balls.
“Haahhh—fuck!”
He doesn't have the strength or the will to push his son out of his cock. The sound of Seungmin suckling his tip like a pacifier was enough. Before his mind can even comprehend it, Chan is already spurting white ropes of cum inside Seungmin’s mouth, his son, his baby.
He moans through it, while his beloved child has his eyes closed, humming in satisfaction and pure delight. Sucks on his tip like he can’t get enough, like every single drop is sacred ambrosia gifted by the gods. Swallows it all, then protrudes the tip of his tongue into his slit like it's asking for more. Chan’s cock head grants him more; he slurps greedily, like a starved peasant. Chan is nothing but liquid, melting in the sheets as his son enjoys the last remaining cum that leaked out of the corner of his tiny mouth.
Chan doesn’t know how long the high lasted, but he snaps back to reality through overstimulation. As much as the sight of Seungmin licking every drop of liquid on his cock is a delight to witness, the feeling is sharp and daunting. He lets him enjoy more of it for a few seconds before Chan reaches to cup his son’s cheeks.
“Enough, baby.”
“Daddy tastes so good!” Smiling brightly with a messed-up face covered in spit.
The urge to kiss him is overwhelmingly intense, so Chan dives in. Pulling him in a swift and letting his instinct to crowd Seungmin’s lips with his, taking over the wheel. Tasting himself through his mouth. Loving the slightly tangy, salty taste from the remaining cum shared between their tongues.
He angles Seungmin’s face, deepening the kiss, and he follows. The little boy kneeling, hands too small holding Chan’s head. He tips his head back to let Seungmin devour him, all while his hands are all over the child. Gripping his nape, grabbing his undeveloped waist, palming the small of his back, then slipping his hands under his shirt.
They are full-on making out. Despite the awkward angles since he is a lot smaller to be taking Chan’s lips, he still growls in hunger for more. They stop for deep breaths, only for Seungmin to pull Chan’s head back, fingers carding his hair and tugging like he needs more of his father, that nothing’s enough, that he needs Chan’s lips to breathe.
It’s spellbinding, the way the child softly moans in his mouth, the way he sucks it all in, pushing himself closer and closer, matching Seungmin’s wants and needs.
He couldn’t take it any longer, so he carried Seungmin by his armpits and dumped him on his lap without breaking the kiss. Seungmin gasps but doesn’t mind and continues to lap Chan with more purpose.
It’s all a blur and a punch of adrenalin, fast and clumsy, as he takes Seungmin’s cocklet out of his shorts, and strokes him with nothing else in his mind but to give back pleasure to his son. Seungmin moans through their open mouth kisses, feeling his son shake in his hold, bucking his hips frantically to chase his own orgasm.
“Hgnhh—Daddy's m-mine,” Seungmin moans under his breath.
Chan’s ears ring—being his son’s possession is all he ever wanted to be.
"No one else's, baby. Only yours." He says, breathing in all of Seungmin, then deepens their kiss with a craving that hollows his gut brutally.
He lets go of Seungmin’s cocklet… and the way Seungmin starts to grind on his half-hard cock by mere instincts is simply euphoric. Feeling his son’s cocklet against his huge cock is a drug on its own; he steals a glance, and blood rushes to his cock in the look of picturesque difference in size. His arousal doubles that he can’t help but whimper through Seungmin’s lips.
Chan is utterly enamoured with Seungmin. And he is taking Chan, in complete surrender, at his son’s mercy.
He is Seungmin’s.
They grind their cocks together in a failed rhythm. Chan cups Seungmin’s ass through the clothing and pulls him impossibly closer, adding more friction and pressure, feeling the leaking precum make the slide smoother. Their breaths synchronize, stealing more breathy kisses and dipping down Seungmin’s neck to put marks on his body.
Everything about Seungmin is driving Chan insane.
“Hgnhh—cumming, Daddy… I-I’m c-cumming,” Seungmin moans against Chan’s ear. His tiny voice squeezes as he trembles on his hand.
“Let’s cum together, baby.”
He grinds faster, and the ruthless pace causes Seungmin to bounce on his lap. The thought pierces fast in his head like a shot of an arrow. The knot in his stomach tightens, nails digging into his son’s ass. Seungmin arches, lets out a silent moan, then spasms as his cum squirts to Chan’s stomach. Chan cums immediately after, the image of Seungmin riding him, bouncing on his cock was vivid enough to make his brain leak through his ears.
Shivers crawl throughout his body, he has never felt such an orgasm before. He gets a better look at his son, panting harshly with eyes wet with fresh tears. He kisses his eyes closed, as they both catch their breaths, riding their orgasms together in a languid rutting.
The intensity causes them to twitch every few seconds. And as intense as he feels, he’s sure Seungmin probably feels twice as affected than Chan is—maybe more. He strokes his child’s back, grounding him through the overwhelming feeling. Giving him kitten licks and peppers him with soft kisses, from his lips, to his cheeks, jaws, to his neck, collarbones, shoulders, his arm, lifting his hands to kiss the back of it. Letting Seungmin slow down his hips to his own accord.
“I love you, Seungmin-ah, my baby,” tracing the kisses back until he pecks Seungmin’s lips.
“Love y-you too, Daddy,” Seungmin replies, smiling through the endless kisses that Chan is showering him with.
Seungmin’s head rests on the crook of his neck, arms possessively flung on Chan’s neck. Seemingly not wanting to create even a speck of space between them. While Chan massages Seungmin’s head, alternating with brushing his hair and running his fingertips through his scalp. Syncing their breathing as Chan whispers soft nothings to his ear.
Seungmin plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, then tightens his hold like he's afraid Chan will disappear into thin air…
…he whispers in the softest, innocent voice—
"My Channie."