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Luke lazily smiled as he walked into the living room. His eyes were drooping out of tiredness, and he should've already been asleep. It was past his bed time.
"Daddy..." Luke whined, crawling onto Michaels lap.
Michael was not Luke's dad, and they both knew that, but that didn't stop Luke from calling him that. Michael was pretty much given Luke. He was still under his parents name, but Michael watched him most of the time. Sometimes Luke's parents don't come see him for months, but Luke doesn't care. His parents were incapable of taking care of a child. Luke gets the attention he wants when he's with Michael.
"What are you doing up, baby?" Michael asked, rubbing Luke's bare back. All that he was wearing was his pretty hello kitty panties.
Luke didn't answer, he just simply moved closer. He straddled Michael's lap, and laid his head on Michael's shoulder.
Luke whimpered into Michael's neck, and slightly moved his hips, nothing big enough for Michael to notice, but enough to make Luke feel something.
Luke secretly reached down, and felt himself through his panties, needing more friction.
"I'm bored..." Luke whined, so Michael sighed, looking down.
"Go to sleep. You should already be asleep." Michael told him, and Luke shook his head.
"I wanna play.." Luke giggled, scooting back on Michael's knees.
"It's not time to pla- luke?!" Michael asked as Luke shoved his hands down the front of his sweatpants.
Michael's breath hitched in his throat as Luke's small hands played with his hardening cock. "Wanna play with daddy's cock?" Michael asked, pushing Luke's hair back.
Luke quickly nodded, taking Michael out of his pants, pumping him with both hands.
Michael leaned back with his hands behind his head.
He quickly looked up when he heard Luke whimpering, touching himself.
"Luke! What have i told you?" Michael asked, so Luke looked back.
"Don't t-touch myself. Only bad boys t-touch themselves." Luke whispered.
"And it's my job. Tell me what you want." Michael said, and Luke blushed, looking down.
"I- I don't deserve anything. I've been bad." He said softly.
"Luke, it's okay. It was just one time." Michael said, and Luke looked up.
"No. I pretend I'm asleep when you come in my room, and I stay up d-doing it." Luke admitted, looking down again.
"Really?" Michael asked, and Luke nodded.
"Show me how." He said, holding Luke's back to his chest.
Luke moved his hand down to his panties, and slid it in, moving his hand up and down his little shaft. "L-Like this." He whispered.
His hand sped up, and he closed his eyes.
"Does that make you feel good?" Michael whispered, so Luke smiled, nodding.
Michael reached over, coating his hand in a generous amount of lube. He ran his hand up and down his shaft, watching Luke.
Michael picked Luke up, and laid him over his knees.
"Want my fingers?"
"Yes sir." Luke whispered.
The blonde boy whimpered in pleasure as two of Michael's fingers entered him. He was so used to this, it felt good every time, no pain.
Michael scissored his fingers, opening Luke up for him.
Michael's fingers quickly pounded into Luke, making the blonde boy a moaning mess.
Michael quickly picked him up, and sat him down, slowly sinking onto his dick.
His hand reached forward and touched Luke, distracting him from the pain of being stretched this much.
"Bounce.." Michael whispered, so Luke whined, bouncing his body up and down on Michael's lap, feeling shocks run through his stomach.
He reached under, and held Luke's legs up, thrusting up into him while palming Luke at the same time.
"M- D-Daddy!" Luke whimpered, throwing his head back.
Michael looked down and saw a huge smile spread across Luke's face as spurts of cum shot out of his little cock. Luke never could last long due to how deep Michael reached, and how good his hand was.
Michael turned around, putting Luke on his hands and knees as he mercilessly pounded into the blonde boy, making him cry out in both pleasure and overstimulation.
He watched as Luke's arms gave out, leaving him to hold him up by his elbows. His knees began shaking and his toes curled.
Luke cried out, and Michael slammed into him one last time, cumming inside of Luke's little ass.
"Mikey!" Luke whined, his body falling on the couch out of pure exhaustion.
Michael smiled, and looked at the way Luke's eyes were drooping shut.
Michael pulled his sweatpants back up, and pulled a blanket over Luke. He sat down on the ground, becoming eye level with the little boy laying on the couch.
"I love you," Michael whispered, running a hand through Luke's hair.
"I love you too."
