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"Ready!"

Alasdair filled the doorway of the garage, dressed in causal baggy clothes for a weekend cleaning day. He wielded the vacuum cleaner propped on a shoulder as Cael emerged with a bucket of cleaning supplies.

"Cool," Cael said with a tight smile, "Now just put the vacuum down on the carpet,"

Turning around, Al knocked a basket off one of the shelves and it bounced while depositing clothing all over the floor.

-

They swept through the house, cleaning up a storm. The dust bunnies never knew what hit them. Dishes and stray trash snatched up, windows left sparkling.

"Oohh that actually feels pretty good," Al said as he scoured the bottom of the fridge. Cael meanwhile walked across his back while dusting the top.

Next up on the list- the leftover laundry. Cael stood with hands on hips as he searched the shelves above their washing machine.

"We need some detergent,"

Cael was suddenly cradled by massive hands and lifted up to the top shelf.

"Really?"

Al shrugged, "Well, I don't know what to pick,"

The fluffy tail flicked across his face and Al had to hold back a sneeze while Cael retreived the bottle and was set back down.

Doing the laundry probably gave his father the most trouble, but he seemed to get the point easily enough. Cael left him to the task to go get started on the dishes. But only steps out of the garage, he was called back.

"Little help? I'm stuck in here,"

"You can't be serious,"

Yes he was. One of his thick forearms was lodged in the washing machine. They had to tug and rotate, adjusting and cursing. Finally Cael stood on top and hugged the massive appendage, helping to pull until it popped free.

-

It was done. By the time the day was over, the house was spotless. Father and son looked over their work with satsifaction from the living room.

"I can't thank you enough," Al said, wrapping Cael in a beefy embrace, "Not just the cleaning, it's just..nice having you around,"

"No worries, but I'd like to breathe," He replied, squirming out of the one armed bear hug.

Al's chuckle turned into a yawn. He plopped down on the couch and took one of the slices of pizza serving as lunch and dinner. It was halfway to his mouth when he felt hands on his shoulders.

"You probably should go to bed soon. You look tired. I know I am,"

"Eventually," Al sighed, "Don't worry about me,"

Al murmured satisfaction as Cael kneaded his shoulders for a while. Really he was hoping that his father would finally spill the beans on whatever this thing was that he wanted to confess. No such luck. Just a grunt here and there as he worked tension out of the bulky muscles. Finally he gave the shoulders a firm pat.

"If you want to talk, I'll be here. At least until mom gets back. G'night," Cael said in parting.

-

In his old bedroom, Cael pulled his shirt off and piled it on his dusty beanbag chair. Belt jingled and he stripped his jeans down, stepping out of them. He started to rifle through a bag of miscellaneous, disused clothing. Pajamas had to be scavenged since he left his dorm in such a hurry.

A knock came at the door, but clearly a mere formality as his father's face appeared in the gap almost at the same time. He caught Cael bent over. Black, snug underwear stretched a taut bridge between the curvature of a pert, cute little bubble butt. A slight bulge gathered underneath. The wisps of his tail flung aside to reveal Cael glancing back.

"NAKED!"

Blue eyes widened and retreated behind the door.

"Sorry!"

Cael found one of his sister's old t-shirts and threw it over himself. It hung down to his knees and the collar plunged halfway down his chest. He kicked his underwear off to a corner of the room. Very breezy, but it worked. Now he just had to find out what this big mystery secret was. Hopefully nothing that would interfere with sleep.

Taking a seat on the bed, he called his father back inside and the big Wolf appeared sheepishly.

"So.." Al began, "About that thing I had to say,"

Cael remained silent, only scooting back on the bed to sit cross-legged, folding his tail over his lap. Al stepped over to the window and looked out on the glittering nighttime station.

"When I was a kid, I used to sleep on top of an air recycler. Wasn't much space in that dingy hole in the wall we lived in. Tossed a blanket over it and called it a bunk. But I could always fall asleep anyway, listening to the ticking of that machinery,"

He turned back, walked over to the bed and sat. Cael felt minty breath wash over him. His father loomed over him, a lupine monument of muscle yet speaking softly.

"That's why I really wanted you to come home. Your mother usually helps me when I can't sleep. I just lay there and.."

A hand spread as he touched a palm to Cael's stomach.

"I just lay there and listen to her,"

"That's odd," Cael said slowly, "And..it sounds great. You're so..."

He ran a hand along his father's arm.

"Fluffy," Cael gave a nervous laugh as his ears lowered.

One of Al's eyebrows rose, "Did you have something to admit to me?"

"Yeah. If we're going to do this, then let's go to bed some time tonight. I'm tired,"

Al scooped his son up and carried him out of the room.

-

Cael was gently laid out on the master bed, sinking into the plush covers. His father looked down at him, the skinny, feminine frame that was draped over with thin fabric. Only the set of spheres between the long legs disagreed. Al politely tugged down the hem of the shirt where it had ridden up a bit.

Turning away from the bed, Al shed his own clothing. A musclebound back emerged, thick limbs and the boxers that clung to the slabs of his ass under a bushy tail. Thighs and biceps- both thicker than Cael was.

The lamp clicked off and the room was dark. Cael expected the bed to heave and groan but it didn't as fur slid across the smooth sheets. Suddenly, breath washed over him. As his nightvision kicked in, he could make out the shape of his father's hulking lupine face.

A finger brushed up Cael's neck, to the tip of his muzzle. Then ran down it. Slipped under Cael's head to cradle it as a kiss was placed on his forehead.

This massive wolf who could snap any tree in half, was moving carefully. Being more gentle than anyone could imagine, with those sprawling, gnarled, iron hard hands. Alasdair was nothing but confident though. Thanks to Cael's mother, he had more than enough experience handling a little delicate vixen.

"Love you,"

Al whispered it and Cael breathlessly repeated it.

"Are you comfy?"

Cael pinned his ears back, just like a submissive lover and murmured a quiet "Yes, dad,"

His shirt was pinched and lifted up, until he felt the hot, voluminous breath over his flat stomach. Only shadows covered his naked body from the chest down. Now could he feel the gravity well on the mattress, created by the giant Wolf curled up at his side. It pulled him closer and a leg was propped over both of his own. The Wolf fully claimed his bedmate.

A hefty head laid across Cael's stomach, causing him to tense up momentarily as whiskers tickled across his belly button. As his father settled into place, he reached an arm around and down, embracing his head and curling down to the corner of his jawbone- yes, even those muscles were big and bulky underneath the fluff.

Meanwhile Al hugged up, laying an arm across Cael's lower stomach, fingers grasping the curve of his hip. His thumb massaged across the front of Cael's hip bone gently.

The steady cadence of his son's heartbeat. Gentle, pleasingly rythmic. The whoosh of air entering and exiting his lungs. It was only a matter of minutes before Cael's breath became slow and deep, leaving his petite body to work its biological ASMR routine.

There was an occasional blorp or glorp. Fluid trickling. Beneath the soft stomach and fine fur, it all ran smoothly and lured the big Wolf closer to sleep.

-

In the morning, Alasdair woke but did not stir. His nostrils flared and he grinned into the soft belly he reseted on. The hourglass shape of a tight, svelte vixen was so pleasing whether asleep or awake. He slid his hand up and down the side of her body, from the waist to the ribs under the thin pelt. Then back down to the curve of her hip.

But then his hand traveled a bit too far south. Fingers moved down the slope of the lower stomach, and then across a set of fluffy orbs. A sheath caught in the crux of the spread fingers.

Al's eyes snapped open and he confirmed it was no illusion. Memory caught up a moment later. Yes, yes, it was Cael in his bed and not Naria.

He felt wetness on his hand. Cael's sheath bulged, the entrance stretched as a pink head emerged. The sheath was stretched thin and pushed down as an erection expanded. Slick and glistening, it rose with a gentle upward curve to it. Cael gave a light whimper in his sleep and his knees bowed inward as the knot popped free. But his maleness was exposed in full, wagging ever so slightly with his heartbeat. Al slid his fingers away, and that mere movement was enough to conjure a bead of glistening precum. It began to ooze down the bottom along the prominent vein there.

Wow. He's really sensitive

"Good morning to you too,"

It was whispered into Al's ear. He lifted his head to find Cael staring at him.

Next thing either of them knew, their lips were locked and working hungrily at each other. Smoothly Al slid up and over, scooting Cael up and sitting him back on the pillows as they made out. Al parted at last, a line of saliva connecting them for a moment.

Grabbing a pillow, Al propped it under his son's butt and then spread his legs with a hand each encircling the slim thighs.

"This is what I do for your mom on sundays,"

His tongue took a long, deep lap up the testes. Cael's erection disappeared into the cavernous maw. Lips sealed around the root of his sheath and then a wet, warm tongue began its work.

Sloppy wet clomps filled the room as Cael's cock rode a roller coaster of tongue up and down. Great jaws opened and then hugged tight in rythym. Al reached under and took one of Cael's testes between his fingers, kneading it.

A twitch of the slender penis and warmth oozed over Al's tongue. He didn't stop sucking, causing Cael to sink into the pillows while his hands raked the bedsheets. The Wolf's eyes never wavered in the meantime, as he gulped down the spatters shot into his maw. Soon his son was hanging on with handfuls of hair, body twitching as he was drained dry.

Al didn't release him until his cock was hanging limp. The tip slid past his lips like he was slurping up spaghetti in reverse and now the small male was gasping for breath.

Cael clung to his father's chest, grinding a soft cock and drained nuts against the Wolf's side. He wasn't done though. Once recovered, Cael crawled up on top. A hand cupping either side of Al's head, he instigated the next round of kissing. Al felt his own, beet red, beefy cock flop up into the air as his underwear was slid down.

Cael had accomplished this with his paws.

"Guess I'll show you my talent then,"

Soft pink pawpads cradled his fat knot, moving up to the shaft. File-blunted claws and dextrous toes gripped their way around the shaft and encircled it with a pleasurable squeeze here and there.

Al's lips parted with a snarl as Cael's strokes began to proceed up to the swollen head and pinch the end of it between his toes. Claws traced backward up Al's knot, withdrew and pressed into his balls where the pressure was building to a crescendo.

Sitting up against the headboard, Al watched as Cael stood over him. A line of cum oozed from the limp cock spilling out of Cael's sheath and his tail was flicking back and forth in anticipation. Al took him by the hips and turned him around, helping to guide the taut hindquarters down toward the veiny spire rising from his lap.

Again Al snarled and a growl broiled up from his chest as he felt the tightness pinch at his cockhead. Cael squatted and welcomed the girth into him, spreading his cheeks around the red demon. Both of them struggled and strained toward the same goal. Teamwork made the dream work. Cael was panting as he sat on his father's lap, his body sheltering an awe inspiring amont of big, pulsating, Wolf daddy meat.

Al pushed upward, leading Cael to rise to all fours. One hand encircled Cael's neck while the other cupped his muzzle. He clung to his father's wrists and arched his back up as the Wolf rose to his knees. The first thrust caused Cael to moan, mouth falling open. Immediately a grasping finger entered and Cael now had both his mouth and rear end well occupied.

The thrusts were slow but powerful, rocking Cael's body forward to deepthroat the finger. Then bouncing back on the shaft until his butt bounced off the knot.

A bloom of heat flared in his interior. A powerful movement of the Wolf cock as it released the first spurt. The plaps became louder, wetter and sloppier as Cael was flooded. A second flexing of the cock and warmth rushed out from his rear end, splattering up as their bodies slapped together once more. Once more, and Cael was brought back fast enough that the knot squished and it too slipped between his butt cheeks. He gave a muffled shout as his father released a sharp snarl.

Several smaller spurts gushed out from where they were connected. Rapid throbs that finally tapered off, as did the flood of cum flowing out and down his legs, soaking his rear end and his father's lap.

Arms embraced Cael before he could fall limp on his face. Al pulled his son back, taking the brunt of the soaked mattress as he hugged the little vixen now resting on top of him.

"Guess we've got some more cleaning to do," Al panted, "Well, that's going to have to wait until my knot calms down,"

Cael could only summon a nod in response, taking a deep breath. He craned his head up toward his father, the two of them sharing one last smooch before starting their nap.