"I underestimated how much you wanted me Arthur."

I smirk at him as he didn't even take us home yet. We got a hotel room, but it makes sense. There's more than one person at our house. Not to mention he's unusually horny.

So am I.

"I want you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I want you...so much." He husks when he pushes me gently onto the bed. "I not have sex with you...for some time. We both been hold out. I not do so any longer."

I stand back up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I end up twisting our bodies around so that he falls flat on the bed. That's when I crawl atop of him, straddling his thighs.

Feeling his hands grip my hips, that causing me to bite my lip mischievously. I grin down at him now as I lean towards him. Our lips hovering above one another's. The both of us held one another's eye contact and seemed to not want to release.

I began to tease him with brushing my lips across his. Only for him to narrow his eyes on me every time he tried kissing me.

"You be very...teasing." Arthur whispers, and I nod. "I not like."

"Too bad." I whisper back into his ear, pulling back and saw he looked even more aroused. "I'm impressed by your self-control Arthur. Even though I can clearly feel what's going on down there."

I smirk, grinding myself slowly against his erection. Could tell he was trying not to react too much but the tightening of his hands told me everything.

Not only was I entertained, but I was starting to become just as horny. If not even more so. I lick my lips, leaning back towards Arthur's ear.

This time I kiss his ear, chuckling softly near it.

"Tu me veux même?" ( Do you even want me? ) I tease him even more, hoping to get a rise out of him.

I was suddenly shoved onto my back and saw Arthur above me. I didn't hesitate on trying to pull off his shirt. All I wanted was to be held by him and feel his skin against mine.

He easily read my mind as he removes it. I marveled at his body because I still forget that he did get in a car crash recently. Yet so much has gone on that...I forgot about it.

I let him remove my pants, shoving my body further onto the bed. He practically goes between my legs, feeling his lips begin to kiss my pelvis. His fingers teased me as I feel them slip their way into the back of my briefs.

With one of his hands pulling back, I grab his hand. My own hand pulls down my briefs as I suck his fingers slick. I could tell that was getting to him more.

He pulls his fingers out my mouth. I even felt one of fingers enter my arse and I smirk instantly.

"Arthur I haven't had sex with you in months. Tell me why." I question him while he continues to insert another finger inside of me.

I feel my back arch when his tongue licks across my length, only to kiss the tip.

"I can't explain it either. Too much going on I guess... We're here now - let's focus on that." He ends up saying, and I snicker. I found myself moaning when he began to suck me off.

Neither of us really ever sucked each other's dick. He doesn't really do it, and I don't mind. I certainly suck his - I like seeing his excitement and enjoyment. For him to do it now must mean he's really turned on.

I enjoyed him fingering my arse while sucking me off. It was multiple feelings that I could never get tired of - truly. My eyes closed because I felt my own body begin to twitch.

Knowing that meant I was about to come, I tried pulling away from him. Except he only followed me as if he wanted me to come in his mouth.

"Arthur I'm about to come let go." I whimper, and I hear him chuckle. Only for another finger to push itself inside me and I flinch. Instantly feeling myself come as a tremor ran throughout my whole body.

I felt even more embarrassed when Arthur pulled back and I realized he swallowed my cum. That made me shy because he was quick to pull out his fingers. He sits on the bed, pulling my body atop of his.

Finding myself straddling his legs again, I completely capture his lips. I feel myself be lowered onto his cock and just the feeling of him being inside was...a lot. My lips against his completely collapsed and I was immediately moaning against his.

My body couldn't control itself because it felt like I was being filled. Despite him having not moved yet, I found myself satisfied with him just being inside.

"I going to move you." He warns me in advance, and I bite my lip. I nod nervously because I haven't done this in a while.

My hands rest on his shoulders, and I feel his body hug me to him. He moved my body slowly at first to get me used to it. Except I already wanted to come just feeling his cock so deeply ingrained inside me.

I became so excited from it and I already wanted to come. Except I kept that to myself because I didn't want to go out this early.

"Puis-je, mon amour?" ( Can I, my love? ) Arthur whimpers almost as if he's in pain from holding back so much.

"You can, please." I beg him, and I find my back to be slammed on the bed. I feel him lift up one of my legs, thrusting deeply.

My own back arches at the very angle he was thrusting at. Every thrust was luscious and seem to calculated to hit just right. I rest my head against the pillow and my fist covers my mouth.

I could hear my stifled moans that wanted to be released. Except I didn't let myself be so loud. I even feel Arthur's fingers run through my hair, leaning towards me. When I feel his lips near my ear I felt a chill rivet through me once again.

"Pourquoi essayez-vous de cacher votre plaisir?" ( Why are you trying to hide your pleasure? ) He questions me softly, and I began to tremble. His hand in my hair running through it while his other hand caresses my stomach. "Je désire l'entendre." ( I desire to hear it. )

I whimper because I still was shy. I didn't want to make a fool of myself and be too loud. Except for him to be teasing me like this was...mean, but sexy.

"I can't...I'm shy." I tell him truthfully, and he chuckles.

That's when he spreads my legs apart now. He thrusts in so deeply and my own vision became sparkly. I couldn't conceal my cries as he slammed into me slowly, but each time it felt even better.

I felt my hand grip his knee that happened to be near me and I felt my nails start to dig. Even more shame filled me when I heard myself squeal. Feeling myself come, I couldn't deny the fact that I was.

My own back arched as I felt like I could feel my whole body was feeling this orgasm. It was all over me and it was especially in my pelvis. Almost frightened me because it never seemed to end.

"William..." Arthur moans in mesmerization- I could hear it. Felt him lean forward as he kisses my neck, his hand taking a tight grip on mine.

Could feel him travel down as his lips capture a nipple. Though I soon feel that he came inside of me and tears stream down the side of my eyes.

"Feels...too good~." I groan slowly...and I found my vision darkening. Already knew I was going to succumb to the pleasure and it showed me...

I was either quicker than I thought; or Arthur is just better at fucking me...so much so, that I pass out.

I'll just say it's both.

|_Arthur_

I walk into our house, William still asleep in my arms. Could see the twins were asleep as well since them and Bella were passed out on the living room floor. The TV on repeat playing a certain type of movie.

Even if that was so I had a feeling someone else was here. As I headed up the stairs I took note of the fact that a guest bedroom's lights were on.

That confused me because no one else told me they would be here... I don't think Talia would have the guts to come back here after everything she did. I mean...would she?

I lay William down in our bedroom, heading back to that guest room. That's when I enter it and see...my dad sitting on the bed.

Seeing him here was surprising, because he's been with Dylan most of the time. What does he have to say or do that involves just randomly entering our home.

"Yes?" I end up saying since he just looked at me awkwardly. "Je ne me souviens pas avoir reçu de message indiquant votre entrée brusque." ( I don't remember having received a message indicating your sudden entry. )

My dad snorts, standing up as he folds his arms. Only to suddenly set them to his waist and he grins.

"Pourquoi les formalités de discours?  Je suis ton père, pas un étranger..." ( Why the formalities of speech?  I am your father, not a stranger... ) He chuckles awkwardly, and when I don't chuckle with him he sighs. "Arthur I'm leaving soon and we barely have done anything together. Just the two of us...being able to have fun."

"Why would I want to have fun with someone I barely know?" I question him calmly, and I heard my English be back to normal. That told me I was probably secretly angry or irritated...

One of those.

"It's not like you tried reaching out to me either. The first time I arrived here - you showed me away because I accidentally made William cry. Then when I came again we ended up talking just fine - had a pretty good moment. Seemed like we were fine, but that was forgotten I see. You've been very distant from me if I'm being honest-."

"That's not true, at all. You have been with Dylan all this time - not me. You treat Dylan more like a son than you do me. I cried before you and yet you still hang out with Dylan - no one else. Just say you want him as a son." I say, shrugging even though I know it'd hurt me more if he said that.

Except he just laughs, plopping back down onto the bed. He covered his eyes as if he was trying to conceal something. Even though I saw him laughing at me...

"Are you that naive son?" My dad sneers, sitting up as he glared at me.

I narrow my eyes at him, wondering what he's talking about.

"I'm not naive at all-."

"Yes, you are. Dylan would never be my son - because I'm pretty sure you don't have sex with your sons. I'm with Dylan relationship wise - not son wise." He tells me and that completely threw me off.

I found myself becoming even angrier. Because this seemed...very befitting of his character.

"Makes sense." I choke. My hands ball up into fists and my dad just looks at me. "You come here and once things get hard with me - you quit? Wow...then you move to Dylan and you spend all your time with him. To what? To have sex with him and then what?!"

I heard my voice raise and I knew I was furious. All this anger was rising and usually I'm good at holding it in, but I couldn't this time. I felt hurt and betrayed that my own dad seemed to have given up on me so easily. Just moved on...

Went to Dylan, and not only spent his time with him but had sex with him!

"I actually like Dylan so I don't know what you're going on about." My dad yawns, and I snort. "What?"

"I can already see it...right before my eyes." I smile, shading my eyes so that he didn't see them watering. "You're leaving soon - thank goodness - and Dylan probably will get pregnant since he was knocked up by a man who already has a enough kids. The last thing you need is more children - you've already failed me. Who's to say you won't do it again to this child?

"Just give up on them, you know and just disappear off the face of the earth? Probably go and have sex with others and ruin their lives too. You have so many kids already and you took them all in, but left me? I don't even know how to be a father because my real father wasn't there. Now when I meet him he not only bashes my husband, but goes and takes our best friend. What a story! You came here for me - not Dylan! I'm done trying to hide how hurt and angry I am! This just tops it all - I'm done!"

I look up now, seeing my dad. Though a chill fills me when I see him crying.

He started chuckling as he wipes his eyes, but I didn't feel bad. I shook my head...not appreciating this sight.

"Why are you crying?!" I shout now, furious at this point. "I should be crying because my dad gave up on me and moved on to find another lover. Dylan has done me wrong here too! What is wrong with you two?!"

I see my dad stand as he tries to hug me. Except I dodge every hug he tries to give and I shake my head.

"Arthur...I know I haven't been the best - at all. I came here for you and yet I didn't even bother trying when things got hard. You're right...I gave up; but Dylan convinced me to keep trying even though it seems hard-."

"You only came here because Dylan convinced you!?" I shout - my dad flinching because he realized how bad his words sounded.

"Arthur-."

"Raphael!"

We both flinch as we turn around. Seeing William holding on tightly to the door, he pointed at him.

"You...are hurting Arthur. Can't you see that maybe this isn't meant to be?" William mumbles, and I look at the ground.

I glance back at my dad...seeing him look truly hurt. I already know I went too far...or maybe I didn't.

"I'm not a nice person..." I mutter quietly.

William chuckles as if he found my words to be ludicrous.

"Arthur you're a nice a person. Nice people can have breakdowns you know. We aren't perfect - and it doesn't help that there's someone here that seems to be ripping off old bandaids. Revealing old wounds...am I right?" William questions me softly, and I don't say anything.

All I can think of was I already feel like he gave up on me. He came here...because of Dylan. He had already quit.

That hurts me more than I thought...

"Tomorrow...you stay home." I say at the ground, and I look at my dad. "You and I are going to do something we haven't done ever. You may have given up on me, but I haven't given up on you. It's not that easy for me to just give up - especially on ones I love."

I see my dad's eyes became solemn, his eyes producing more tears again. He went to me and hugged me, but all I could do is wrap one arm around him.

When we pull away I leave quickly, helping William back to our room. I could tell he had a limp and set him back down.

He looks at me sadly as if he felt my pain just from looking at me. I end up hugging him because I needed one. My dad gave me one...but it didn't really do anything for me.

"You'll be fine. Look, so you want me to...umm..." I pull back from William, looking at him. He seemed to be thinking thoughtfully. "Ooh! How about I come and bring my dad? We can do the whole...son versus father thing. Go to some retreat for it. That'll be fun - don't you think?"

I just stare at him, and he grins awkwardly. I just smile as I nod - not wanting to shoot down his idea.

"Sure. We can see which father and son duo is better...I can't wait." I chuckle even though that kind of made things odd in my opinion.

"I hear sarcasm." William playfully growled as he rolls onto his back. Practically exposing his belly a little.

I lean forward as I lay my head on his belly gently. Kind of feeling like I was close to the babies. I just stare forward at the wall and thought over my words.

Even though at the time they felt just right to say - I know I went too far. I think anyone would agree with my sentiment. I'll...apologize tomorrow.

Especially if William somehow is able to make this whole event happen by tomorrow. I won't underestimate his skills though. Because it's like when he kidnapped me when we were in high school...Dylan was a participant.

I chuckle, looking back at William.

His eyes were closed, but I had a feeling he wasn't really asleep. I smile at him and soon see one of his eyes open.

"Wh...what?" He croaks shyly.

"I not be able to stare?" I question him, hearing my good English be gone. Now I knew I was feeling better.

William smirks, sitting up as he hugs my head gently. When I feel him press a kiss on my head I found myself beginning to drift off.

"Stare all you want - I'm yours."

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Son VS Father? 👁👄👁

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Not to mention Arthur lost it on Raphael... 😳

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Also, William and Arthur got dirty. 🙇🏽‍♀️

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