Patrick had just finished making breakfast when his daughter Sophie came into the kitchen. "Morning Dad," she chirped with a yawn, giving him a quick hug before pouring herself some coffee.
"Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" Patrick asked, looking over at his fresh-faced girl. At 24, Sophie was blossoming into a beautiful young woman, even if her taste in men was questionable.
Just then, a sleepy, muscular figure padded into the kitchen, wearing nothing but snug boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. Valen stretched lazily, his lean abs and impressive package on full display. Patrick tried not to stare.
"Morning," Valen mumbled, heading straight for the coffee pot. Patrick cleared his throat.
"You might want to throw some clothes on, son. We don't walk around half-naked in front of--" He glanced at Sophie, who was sipping her coffee and trying to look anywhere else.
"Relax Dad," Valen scoffed. "I'm not naked." His chiseled glutes flexed as he bent to snag a mug from the cabinet.
Sophie finally spoke up. "Babe, could you please throw on some shorts at least? My dad likes to pretend he's old-school sometimes."
Valen snorted but headed back upstairs. Patrick turned back to his daughter. "I don't want to tell you how to run your life, but..." He sighed.
"I know he's not your favorite, Dad. We'll get out of your hair soon, I promise. It's just been hard finding a new place since the last one got condemned," Sophie said, giving Patrick's hand a squeeze.
"Well, you're welcome here of course. I just want you to be happy and taken care of. Valen seems... adequate for the job," Patrick said carefully. Sophie laughed.
"He's growing on you though, right? He's a good guy once you get past that cocky front."
"I'm sure he's lovely deep down," Patrick agreed, not sounding at all convinced. "Just give me some time."
That evening, Sophie was putting her coat on to head to her night shift at the restaurant. Patrick hated her working nights, but they needed the money. "You be careful out there, you hear?" He pulled his girl into a tight hug. "Let me know when you're done and I'll come pick you up."
"Bye Daddy." Sophie kissed his cheek. "I'll see you soon."
Once Sophie had gone, Patrick went looking for Valen. He found the young man lounging on their bed, scrolling his phone. "Can I have a word?"
Valen looked up with a "who cares" expression. "What's up, old man?"
Patrick sat on the edge of the mattress. "I wanted to talk to you about job hunting. Any prospects?"
"I've put in some apps," Valen shrugged. "Not a lot of hires these days."
"Well, I think you need to step it up. Sophie is the only one working and that's not right. We made a deal, you two would stay here temporarily while you got back on your feet."
"I got it, I'm on it." Valen glanced back at his phone, clearly done with the conversation.
Patrick stood, his temper fraying. "You need to show me you're taking this seriously. I'm not asking for the moon here."
"Whatever man, you're not my dad. I don't answer to you." Valen rolled onto his stomach with a yawn.
That was it. In one swift motion, Patrick grabbed the boy and flipped him over his knee. "What the hell?" Valen yelped, trying to squirm away. Patrick easily pinned him.
"You need to respect your elders, boy," he growled, landing a firm smack on Valen's ripe backside. Valen let out a shocked grunt.
"Ow! The fuck, man? Stop!" He panted as Patrick continued the spanking, warming up his firm cheeks. Soon Valen's boxer briefs were riding low on his thighs, the thin fabric slipping down to reveal the most gorgeous ass Patrick had ever seen. Smooth, muscled, begging to be touched.
Patrick couldn't resist running a hand over that perfect flesh, feeling it jiggle under his palm. "Mmm, relax," he soothed. "You're going to learn some manners if it kills me."
Valen moaned, his cock starting to fill and press against Patrick's thigh. Patrick smirked, giving him another sharp wallop. Valen couldn't deny how good it felt, his reluctant erection evidence of his enjoyment. Patrick continued toying with him, slowly lowering his briefs to fully expose him.
Once that pretty ass was naked, Patrick began working him over in earnest, turning his cheeks a deep crimson. Valen writhed and groaned, his swollen cocklet leaking against Patrick's leg, smearing it with precum. Patrick's own cock was rock hard, straining his slacks.
"You like this, my naughty boy?" He purred, landing a series of quick spanks to Valen's sit spots. "Like Daddy's hand on your ass?"
"F-fuck," Valen whimpered, hole clenching as he grew fully stiff. Patrick slipped a finger inside that velvety darkness, Valen arching with a gasp. His virgin passage squeezed tight around the intrusion.
"Oh yes," Patrick breathed, working his finger in and out, while keeping up the steady spanks. "Gonna make you feel so good..."
Valen's moans grew louder as that clever finger picked up speed, roughly finger fucking him open. Patrick slumped him over the bed and shoved two fingers in, crooking them just right. "Ahh fuck, yes!" Valen bucked his hips, desperately seeking more.
Patrick grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked up his fingers and shoved a third in alongside the other two. Valen was open and ready in minutes, pushing back into his hand. "Gonna ruin this tight little hole," Patrick groaned, unzipping himself with his free hand. He leaned over Valen's back to tongue kiss him deeply as he fingered him.
Valen panted in the kiss, his untouched cock weeping steadily. Patrick let go to lick a stripe up his chin and neck, sucking hickies into his throat. "Gonna rim this perfect ass," he growled, shoving Valen's legs apart. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, spearing into that fluttering heat.
"Gah! Oh fuck!" Valen's hands scrabbled for purchase as Patrick ate him out, the older man's beard rasping his sensitive skin. Patrick's tongue fluttered and thrust as he lapped up the copious precum dribbling down Valen's thighs. He gripped his boyfriend's cheeks, kneading the marks he'd left, spreading him wide open.
Patrick sucked two fingers into his mouth, reaching into Valen's sopping hole and thumbing his taint at the same time, massaging the prostate that made him see stars. He started slapping and jostling the red cheeks as he tongue-fucked him, determined to get him off.
"Fuck, fuck, ah ah ahhh!" Valen babbled, the stimulation too much. He humped through his impending orgasm, suddenly coming untouched, painting the sheets with thick ropes. "Oh god, oh fuck, fuck!"
Patrick swallowed it all, lapping up every drop before letting Valen slump onto the mattress. He pulled back to admire his work - Valen sprawled out, chest heaving, mark-covered ass up in the air, a puddle of jizz cooling on his lower back. Patrick brushed the sweaty hair from his face.
"Now, that's how you earn your keep around here," he purred. "Same time tomorrow?"
Valen just groaned, too fucked out to respond. Patrick smirked, pulling up his pants. He'd make a good boy out of Valen yet.
