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Come To Daddy	By : TristyandShane Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This fanfiction was written for fun and not for profit. These settings and characters are owned by Grand Summoners, Good Smile Company.

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“I want cuddles - I’m not a sucking bitch,” he growled at the bigger male. Feeling scared of what Duke’s reaction may be, Berwick quickly changed his ways and a blush dusted his features in the process. “I mean...forget that, I love your cock. I just want to cuddle more,” he mumbled.
Using his unmatchable strength, Duke pulled Berwick close towards himself by his short black locks. “Make your daddy proud.”
~ ♡ ~
“My butt feels sore,” he whined into the pillow. Berwick touched his butt, feeling his butthole twinge. “I don’t think I can move my legs,” he exaggerated.
During the early hours of the morning, Berwick’s whining woke Duke up as well. Moving his achy legs, Berwick threw the duvet off his body and noticed a wet patch on his boxers. He let out a huff.
Duke groaned at his moany boyfriend, “ Oh my, ” he rolled his eyes in contempt.
“I had a dream about you last night,” confessed Berwick. “You were fucking me again--” he started before Duke interrupted him.
“Go back to sleep, brat,” groaned Duke as he turned his back to Berwick. “It’s too early to hear your wet dreams.”
“... No ,” replied Berwick. “How can I? I feel sticky.”
Getting out of bed, Berwick walked over to the bathroom in the next room and started to run a shower. He looked over his shoulder and saw Duke still in bed, cuddling up with the duvet. Berwick stripped off his boxers and walked into the shower.
Looking over his body, Berwick found marks all over his body, from cuts to bruises. “ Was all this from yesterday? ” Berwick thought, surprised.
Rubbing soap all over his skin, Berwick felt better in the shower...despite being sore. However, his wet dream lingered in his mind, and he kept thinking about the hard pounding Duke gave him yesterday.
Touching his penis, Berwick looked back at Duke in bed and was scared that he’d get Duke’s attention from doing this. But Berwick was hard, and Duke was such a miserable cunt in the morning.
“Hmph...it’s not fair,” he whined as he continued to wash his body. “If I played with myself, Duke would see! There’s no point anyway, right?”
“What are you babbling about in there?” Duke questioned.
Upon hearing Duke’s response, Berwick squealed. “Nothing, daddy!”
“...Then shut up, brat.”
Thinking up many ways to please Duke this morning, Berwick had one idea in mind.
~ ♡ ~
Later in the morning, Berwick and Duke were in the kitchen together.
Chained by the neck, Berwick was left with a bowl of milk on the floor. The boy was on his hands and knees, lapping up this milk like a cat. He glanced up at his daddy watching him, he let out the sweetest purr when he saw his daddy smile. His daddy was sitting on a chair opposite Berwick, legs spread apart as he finished drinking the rest of his coffee. Duke was topless, wearing trousers.
“Go on, baby; finish your milk,” encouraged Duke. “My kitty needs to drink.”
Lapping up the rest of his milk on command, Berwick looked up at Duke with milk on his upper lip. He licked his lips, watching Duke’s face.
“Have you finished?” Duke questioned, rising to his feet. “Let me check your bowl,” he stated. Looking at Berwick’s empty bowl, Duke gave the boy a stroke on the head. “Well done.”
Humming at the stroke on his head, Berwick squeezed his eyes shut and enjoyed the stroking. Berwick was wearing cute kitty ears; a corset; a thong, and fishnets. He dressed up like a cat for his daddy, a sexy black cat. Berwick wanted to please his daddy, both visually and mentally.
“If you do well, you’ll get more milk!”
“Oh, really ?!” Berwick asked with a chime, beaming from ear-to-ear. “I want more milk, daddy,” cooed Berwick as he teased his finger on Duke’s bare chest. “I’d prefer to have your milk, daddy.”
Grabbing Berwick’s throat, Duke gave the boy a kiss. It was a long, passionate kiss. Berwick gasped behind the kiss, soon feeling Duke’s tongue enter his mouth. Berwick blushed, feeling Duke’s hand touching his butt.
Still on his hands and knees, Berwick choked some when Duke held his throat tightly. Duke had his thumb pressed into the windpipe, but soon he let go.
“U...Um…” Berwick murmured.
Ah! Duke smirked, he pulled Berwick’s g-string to one side and slipped his finger into Berwick’s sore anus. Penetrating the boy’s anus now, Duke slipped his entire middle finger into the puckered hole. He watched the expression on Berwick’s face, seeing the blush over his features.
“You look pretty,” remarked a smirking Duke. “So pretty, baby boy,” his smirk widened into a grin. Duke stroked Berwick’s cheek, brushing a thumb over those pretty lips.
Watching Berwick lick Duke’s hand, this made Duke’s cock twitch. He liked the look of Berwick dressed as a kitty. Licking Duke’s hand, Berwick soon suckled on the middle finger that entered his butt moments ago. He kept his gaze locked on Duke, watching his own daddy begin to blush.
“I love you,” stated Berwick after he let go of Duke’s finger. “Can I have some more milk, daddy?”
Pouring milk into Berwick’s bowl, Berwick crawled over to his bowl and immediately started to lap up the milk. It was cold, creamy milk.
“You always make daddy proud,” mentioned Duke. “I’m proud of you.”
As soon as Berwick was finished with his milk, he turned to Duke. He purred and brushed up against Duke’s legs. Duke found it hard to resist Berwick, he leaned down and gave Berwick another stroke on the head.
“Where do you wanna go, babe?” Duke asked, tugging at the chain. This chain was attached to a collar; a collar that was wrapped around Berwick’s neck. When Duke tugged on this chain, he would get Berwick’s attention.
“Take me around the house,” suggested Berwick. “I don’t know how I’d feel going outside like this,” he shuddered at the thought of anything public.
“Sure thing, Berwick.”
Pulling at the chain, Duke walked into the lounge and had Berwick following behind. Berwick was still on all fours, collecting dust on his hands and knees as he followed Duke from room to room. Duke looked over his shoulder, looking down at Berwick below. Berwick looked at his hands, seeing how dirty they became. Duke smirked at this sight.
Heading into the bedroom now, Duke sat on the bed. Gripping Berwick’s wrist, he pulled the boy up to sit on his lap. Duke kept Berwick held close, he looked into Berwick’s crimson eyes and grinned at the boy.
“ Kiss me ,” whispered Duke as he pressed his lips onto the boy’s.
Berwick slipped his tongue into Duke’s mouth, licking his tongue over the older male’s. Duke ran his hand down Berwick’s back, reaching his lower back. He opened his eyes, seeing Berwick’s eyes closed. Duke’s wandering hand dug into Berwick’s corset and pinched his nipples. Berwick gasped behind the kiss, feeling Duke’s rough fingers pull on his erect buds.
Parting from Berwick’s mouth, Duke bit onto Berwick’s bottom lip.
“Come here,” encouraged Duke. He laid down on the bed and pulled Berwick over to his face. Duke’s fingers slipped Berwick’s underwear to one side, as he guided Berwick to sit on his chest for a moment. “Turn around, baby.”
Doing as he was told, Berwick turned around so that he was facing Duke’s legs. Duke pulled him up so that Berwick would sit on his face.
“Mmmm.~” Duke groaned, now tasting Berwick’s ass.
Duke licked Berwick’s anus, circling his tongue around the dry ring. He held Berwick’s legs down, his sharp fingernails digging into the boy’s ashen skin. Drawing blood from these scratches, Berwick squealed. Duke didn’t mean to cut Berwick, he was just excited. His tongue pierced into Berwick’s tight anus, tasting him deep. All Duke could hear were groans from the boy, and this made him continue...it made him go even further with his tongue deep inside him.
Leaning down, Berwick took Duke’s cock into his mouth, so that they were now in a sixty-nine position. Berwick swallowed every inch into his tight throat, quickly pulling back in the process. When Berwick gagged, he released and looked over his shoulder at Duke. His daddy was already pleasing his little willy, and Berwick could feel himself beginning to explode. He could feel his cock leaking to Duke’s licks.
“A...Ahh!~” Berwick moaned, watching Duke lick his erect willy.
Going back down on Duke’s penis, Berwick’s tongue teased the thick meat, one hand worked on the base while the other hand squeezed Duke’s testicles. Berwick released Duke's penis the minute he felt Duke’s finger penetrate his anus again. Berwick let out a moan, especially when Duke ran his middle finger inwards and then out repeatedly...really fast.
“D-Duke…” Berwick groaned.
With Duke fingering Berwick’s puckered hole, the pleasure made Berwick’s little cock explode with semen. He jizzed down Duke’s chin, also his neck. Duke didn’t expect that!
“Why are you such a messy kitty?” Duke asked Berwick.
Blushing, Berwick pouted at his daddy, “You shouldn’t turn me on so much then!”
“Someone’s bossy,” he smirked at Berwick’s little whine.
Straddling Duke’s hips, Berwick proceeded to slip Duke’s erect shaft into his butt. Berwick grimaced at first, feeling discomfort due to the soreness. He let out a groan the minute he sat down and then rose up. He squatted on Duke’s dick, and immediately held onto Duke’s hands in the process. Berwick tried to bounce on Duke’s dick, rising up and then going down a few times.
“My legs ache already,” groaned Berwick.
“Do you wanna lay down, or?” Duke asked, looking up at Berwick. He let go of Berwick’s hand and stroked his butt.
Smiling, Berwick looked down at Duke and cackled. “Um...let me stay like this for a while.”
He really found it difficult to ride.
Getting a moan out of Duke the second Berwick bobbed on his dick again, Berwick went on to grind into Duke’s groin...moving his hips around a bit. He moved his hips in circles, feeling Duke’s penis deep inside his rectum.
“Right, you obviously don’t know what you’re doing,” observed Duke. “Let me take over.”
Gripping onto Berwick’s waist, Duke laid Berwick down onto the bed. He slipped his cock back into Berwick’s anus and went on to drill into his butt. Duke pressed his palms against Berwick’s throat and proceeded to choke the boy. He listened to the boy choking while he pounded him deep. Small ragged gasps were escaping Berwick’s throat, as Berwick felt his esophagus closing during this moment.
“Ahem...D-Duke…hack...hack...”
Feeling up Duke’s muscular arms, Berwick scratched down Duke’s arms and drew blood from these scratches. He grazed Duke’s lovely tanned skin, as he watched the blood seep from the cuts.
HACK! HACK!
As Duke let go of Berwick’s throat at last, two big red handprints were left on his neck...bruised.
During the hard pounding, his cock slipped out by accident. Duke tutted, pushing his cock back into Berwick’s anus. Gripping onto Berwick’s legs, Duke pushed them back and dug his fingernails into his thighs. Tearing those fishnet tights that Berwick wore, Duke clawed Berwick’s skin and created more scratches on his baby boy’s legs.
~ ♡ ~
Watching Duke from the bedroom door, Berwick watched his lover smoking a cigarette on the balcony (I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Duke smoked). He just watched Duke, however. It wasn’t like Berwick could go outside and cuddle Duke anyway, he was lapping up milk from his bowl again.
Looking into the distance, Duke watched the horizon and the wilderness. Duke and Berwick were living in the mountains after all, in an isolated cabin. Duke was deep in thought, like per usual when he was smoking.
Meow! Hearing his boy in the doorway, Duke looked at the doorway and smiled. Berwick was still wearing his get-up from this morning, albeit now torn and covered in a white substance.
“What is it?” Duke rose a white brow, curious as to what his baby boy wanted.
The smell of tobacco filled the atmosphere, soared into the bedroom even though Duke was smoking outside. Berwick could smell Duke’s cigarette. The smell was strong, burny, and felt dirty to inhale. Berwick liked the smell of cigarettes on Duke’s breath, though.
“When are you coming back inside?” Berwick asked.
“When I’m finished,” replied Duke as he took another puff on his cancer stick. “I’m coming inside, baby boy,” he added as he pushed his cigarette into the ashtray.
Removing the collar from Berwick’s neck, Duke stored this collar away in the drawer that was situated beside Berwick’s side of the bed. He pulled out a tube of cream in the process.
“Come and sit on the bed,” ordered Duke.
Sitting on the bed, Berwick sat next to Duke. He watched Duke unscrew the lid to this cream, and soon the man applied cream to the bruise on Berwick’s throat. Cream was applied to the bruised handprint, and also to the many scratches on Berwick’s thighs.
“Feeling better, Berwick?” Duke questioned with a smirk, soon dabbing some cream on Berwick’s butt. “The marks should clear up soon - hopefully .”
Squealing, Berwick felt the cold sensation on his butt. He moved away when Duke applied cream on his sore hole, but Duke grabbed onto Berwick’s ankles and pulled him back.
“ DADDY !” Berwick screamed.
“It’s for your own good,” huffed Duke. He applied cream on Berwick’s butthole whether he liked it or not.
Berwick groaned, “Thanks…”
Well, it was a daddy’s job to take care of his baby boy.
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