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The Saturday morning came and went, as did the rest of the day, and before the two bunnies knew, it was night time again. They were both completely nude, as white as snow, resting on the black leather couch that glowed from the light of the television. The younger rabbit was snuggled up close into his father's lap, leaning back against his front. The father had his arms wrapped lovingly around his son, his nose buried in the top of his head, every so often giving him gentle kisses, his eyes kept on the television as he kept this up.

They loved to stay up as late as they could, watching as much television as possible, until eventually infomercials came on the screen. Usually, the younger rabbit would fall asleep before this would even become a reality, and each time, the older rabbit would pull him up to bed to do their nightly ritual, and fall asleep.

The elder rabbit, however, had a different plan for the night.

He rubbed his son's body up and down while he slept, causing the boy to churr gently in his sleep. He wiggled a little, placing his son on his back on the couch, letting him sleep like this. He grinned broadly to himself as he gazed over his sleeping son, sighing contently. He reached over to grab the remote, shut off the television, and made his way upstairs.

When he returned, he had two different objects in his hands: a nylon rope in one, and his son's panties in the other, still somewhat wet from their adventure previously. He grinned to himself and crept over to his dozing child.

He gave the boy's forehead a gentle kiss and a soft churr, slowly bringing the boy's wrists over his head and together. The young rabbit groaned a little, wiggling against the bed. This forced the father to pause his movements for a second, before resuming his actions. He slowly tied his son's wrists together by wrapping the soft, silky rope once, twice, and three times around. He brought the two ends together and tied a square-knot, making sure the rope was tight enough in place, but not easily escapable, nor too tight on the boy's hands. He licked his lips, his length already starting to poke out from his sheath, filling the air with the scent of his arousal.

Now came the more challenging part. He kneeled at the edge of the couch, right where his son's legs were. He places his two strong hands on both the boy's ankles and spread them apart to just the right distance. He pulled those purple panties out from behind him, shifted them about in his hands to get them in the right place, and slowly slid them up the length of his son's body, churring a little, nosing gently at those legs as he moved his hands further and further up. Once he reached the destination, he slid the panties up and over his son's waist, giving the boy's crotch a soft kiss. The boy groaned and wiggled against the couch, but now the father didn't care if he woke up or not. He reached under the boy and pulled the panties up and over the teardrop tail. The child was now prepared.

Slowly, the father crawled up onto the couch, placing his knees by each of the boy's flanks, slowly leaning down to sit on his hams. As he did this, his rump hovered right over the boy's crotch. He lidded his eyes and grinned to himself, slowly bringing his powerful hands to the boy's bare chest, his tail twitching lightly. He leaned down and kissed his son's lips gently, lifting himself up again. At this point, he was fully erect, his length just inches away from his son's chin.

"Time to wake up, kid," he said softly, kneading into the boy's chest. The boy was unmoving. The bunny chuckled darkly, softly, and shortly, scooting up a little more.

"Wakey wakey," he stated a bit louder, gazing at his first- and only-born. Still nothing.

"Perfect," he thought aloud, "he's out like a light." He scooted his hips a little bit further, pressing his erect, drooling tip to the edge of his son's mouth, rubbing it gently back and fourth across his lips. This alone caused him to moan a little. The friction of that thick cock brushing along the child's lips caused the boy to wiggle a little, slowly making him wake up more. The older rabbit grinned, then slowly moved forward, pressing his paws to the edge of the couch and gripping, somewhat attempting to force his length between the lips of his son's muzzle. Subconsciously, the boy's lips opened, and slowly, the father force-fed his thick cock down his boy's gullet. He groaned out happily, very, very slowly pushing his hips forward, curved cock throbbing and dripping with pre as he moved. The forcefulness of his want caused the boy to awaken.

The youngster pulled his mouth away from the slowly protruding length, which fell to the side of his muzzle. "Dad, what are you doing," he said softly. He didn't sound offended. Just curious.

The father chuckled. "A change of pace. Check your arms." The boy did, blinking a little, giggling tiredly. "Now, get back to work." The father slowly pulled his hips back, pointing his thick, curved length at his son's maw. The boy churred deeply, not having tasted his father's cock in weeks, and hungrily went for that thick flesh.

The father groaned in delight, arching his back, pushing his length against the hungry muzzle. The boy slid his tongue along the veined underside, curling his lips under his teeth, and with no work whatsoever, took nearly the entire thing down his throat, nose burying itself into his father's crotch-fur. In turn, the older rabbit moaned out loudly, squeezing the couch, forcing himself not to thrust against his son's muzzle.

"That's so good, boy... gods, I missed your mouth." The boy gagged slightly, as that statement caused him to giggle. He pulled his mouth back until the tip was the only thing concealed by his lips, then shoved his throat all the way to the hilt again, causing another loud moan to erupt from his father's maw. Now he began to work.

Slowly, he bobbed his head up and down against his father's length, making sure to be as slow as possible. His lips curled tightly around the turgid flesh, suckling warmly and wantonly around the tasty shaft, his tongue licking and teasing along the underside, the tip, and all around the shaft, swirling expertly around the whole length. The father groaned and shuddered with delight, his balls gyrating pleasantly, dangling underneath him. Each time the boy hilted that wonderful cock in his throat, those cum-filled balls rubbed against his chin, resting there, folding up accordingly.

The father slowly began to thrust just an inch or so of his length in tune with his son's muzzle-thrusts, enjoying this way too much. He squeezed the leather couch as tight as he could, his toes digging into the cushions to keep his weight up. His son's pace quickened, his gulping becoming harder, and hungrier. The older rabbit panted softly, now starting to thrust a little more against his son's muzzle, feeling every last, warm feeling of his son's throat, his son's powerful tongue, his son's well-trained suckling.

"Gods, stop, stop... I don't want to cum just yet," he whispered out. Hilted to the crotch of his father, the boy just rested there, gulping hard around that thick length, causing the father to squeal a little. Eventually, he pulled out of his son's muzzle, gasping happily.

"Ohh, fuck, I think I'm ready now," he said softly. He hopped off the couch, standing. His length was hard as a rock, drooling with his pre and his son's saliva. He panted a little between his words. "Bend over the couch."

Eagerly, the boy rolled off the couch, then made his way toward the end. He brought his hips to it, then bent over as far as he could. His chest touched the cushions, his rump high in the air. He churred happily, teasingly twitching his tail at his father.

"You are so beautiful," the father said, quickly making his way toward his son's bottom. Once behind him, he put one leg over the side of the couch, his calf meeting the armrest. He placed his paws on his son's shoulders, squeezing them, pushing him down harder into the couch, causing the boy to moan happily in submission. Slowly, he scooted his hips forward, letting his length tease along the panty-clad cleft of his son's rump. The boy squealed a little with delight, wiggling his bottom against his father.

"Take me, daddy, please!" he requested, pushing his rump back a little.

"Anything for my son," he said softly, bending himself over his child, nibbling gently on his neck. Slowly, he slid his massive prick under his son's tail, letting inch after inch of throbbing bunny-cock move further and further into the tight confines of his son's tight, wanting hole. Before they both knew it, those cum-filled balls were resting right against those panties once more for the second time this day.

"Oh god, daddy, it feels so nice," the boy whimpered, pushing his tight rump against his father's crotch. The father groaned out happily, his prick getting a bit thicker as it throbbed, pre drooling like a faucet into the boy's bottom.

"Indeed it does," the elder rabbit managed to pant out. Now with the gained leverage of his leg on the couch, the bunny had more thrusting power to give to his son. He slowly pulled himself out to the tip, just as he did the previous night and this morning, and pounded right back in. There was much more force this time around, and equally, for both parties, much more pleasure. The moaned and howled softly in a lust-filled unison as they always managed to do. But there was a different factor tonight--the bunny had been brought a bit further to orgasm than he usually had, and thus, took a different route.

He instantly began to pound away at his son, thick-veined dick sliding loudly, lewdly, powerfully back and fourth. From the tip to the base, from the end to the hilt, his testicles slapped against his son, his powerful leg bringing more force to his powerful slapping. Flesh met flesh, moan met moan. The father's paws squeezed tightly on his son's shoulders. The son arched his head and howled in pleasure at this new take on their ritual. His anus was not necessarily prepared for this, but easily adjusted. The boy knew what to do, and just as fast as his father was fucking him, his anal ring met the speed--squeezing and nursing that length each time it slid out.

The elder rabbit groaned. "Gods, that's it, work it boy," he growled in a lust-filled gaze, now pounding his son much faster now, cock throbbing and drooling like nothing before. He was only half-way to orgasm, and already he was showing signs of cumming soon. Luckily, for both parties, this was not the case.

The father was giving his lovely, sexy, perfectly-rumped son two to three thrusts per second, slamming and hilting his thick dick into that tight little tailhole. Loud sounds of pushing and pulling from the girth of that cock spreading those tight, young anal walls apart filled the living room quickly. Their panting, however, nearly muted these sounds from their loudness. They both moaned every once in a while, finally getting off beat from each other as the thrusting raged on. There was so much more power to this new setting, and both of them were enjoying it so much.

"Gods I need to bend you over this couch more often," the father growled out between pants, moving his hips much faster now. The slaps became louder, the pain of the father's testicles crept up through his body as they swung back and fourth with much more force, much more velocity. The thick dick made more and more lewd, grinding slurping noises as it moved back and fourth within the tight confines of his son's anus. It got to the point where he could bear it no longer.

The boy howled out in sheer pleasure when he felt his father's jaws wrap around his neck.

"Oh daddy! Cum in me! Fill me daddy!" the boy cried out, knowing that his father was on the edge.

Letting out a loud, lust-filled growl of pleasure, the father sped up as fast as possible. Four thrusts per second, louder and louder the slaps became, harder and harder the hips pumped, deeper and as possibly deep that powerful cock went, until finally, with an explosive roar, the father orgasmed, a river of semen painting every last inch of the boy's inner walls. The son squealed with pleasure, but did not necessarily orgasm. He just enjoyed the amazing rutting he had just received, feeling its climax by feeling his father climax within him. They both panted loudly, the father's hot breath flooding his son's neck, the boy's hot breath causing condensation to form on the cushion of the couch. They melted against each other, as they always do.

"So... so good," the father groaned, releasing his boy's neck, kissing him gently.

"D--dad," the boy mumbled as he lay against the couch, very, very tuckered out now.

"What, son?"

"Can... can we just sleep on the couch tonight?"

The father chuckled. "Of course, love." Slowly, the father wrapped his arms around his boy's midsection. "Get ready." The boy tensed up, and at the same time, his father lifted the boy onto him. The boy groaned, feeling his father's spent length wiggling a little inside of him. Making his way toward the couch, the older bunny slid onto his back, resting his head on the couch, arms wrapped lovingly around his son. He wiggled into place and churred.

"Goodnight, boy."

"G'night, daddy."

The older rabbit shivered.

"I will always love you, forever and ever. My perfect son." He kissed the boy's forehead, and just like that, both of them passed out.