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“Ah… Abaleh…” Abel panted breathily, whimpering as he slowly sank down onto his father’s cock, “S-so big, abaleh…”
A part of Adam wanted to scoff.
‘Daddy’. Because of course that’s what Abel would call him while they were doing something so perverse and sinful together.
Abel squeaked and Adam grunted when the younger man finally enveloped his cock completely. Adam felt his stomach churn when Abel let out a fluttering sigh of contentment, squeezing his ass around his father’s dick. The same dick the boy himself came from. Ugh, God, no, don’t fucking think about that!
“Dad, ha, y-you feel so good,” the boy purred as he lifted himself up and dropped back down repeatedly, “I get why mom was always howling at night, ha ha…”
Adam let out an angry growl and gripped Abel’s plump ass, thrusting up into his son’s hole, “Don’t.”
Abel moaned, “Yes, sir,” he bit his lip, continuing to move up and down, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, abaleh. I love you so much.”
The boy’s hands ran over Adam’s chest, tangling his fingers in the man’s thick body hair and feeling up his flabby chest. Adam could feel his son’s hard cock pressed in between their rounded bellies and he hated it. At the same time, it was driving him crazy. Abel’s body fat was so soft and his skin was so smooth, in contrast to his own firm body fat and hairiness.
Like a damn woman.
Aside from having a dick.
Maybe if Abel were a woman, this would be easier for him, but thinking of being inside one of his daughters also made him sick. Shit, Abel’s ass was so tight and hot though, and his body felt so nice. Like Eve.
Fuck, just like Eve.
Adam couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into his son’s pliant body, making the boy arch his back and mewl in pleasure. They moved together and were breathing heavily, panting and sweating, grinding and moaning.
“Abaleh, I— I’m going to cum, I…!” Abel’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back as Adam’s cock hit him deep, striking that one perfect spot that had him sobbing in pleasure. He squeezed around Adam’s dick when he came between their bodies, which had Adam gripping Abel’s thighs to drive further into his son, ejaculating inside of him.
“Fuuuuck!” Adam groaned and for a few blissful seconds it was just another orgasm that he shared with some random bitch. Then reality crept in and guilt smothered him.
“Ha, dad…” Abel leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to Adam’s lips, then kissed along the man’s jaw, “I love you, abaleh, I love you so much…” The boy wrapped his arms around Adam’s neck and snuggled against him.
Adam held back his tears and urge to throw up so he could put his arms behind Abel’s back, rubbing his hands up and down the smooth expanse of his soft skin, “I love you too, Abel,” he whispered, a single tear falling out of the corner of his eye, “beni chayai…”
‘My son, my life.’
Abel mewled happily at Adam’s use of endearments.
When Abel eventually fell asleep, Adam laid there and just stared at the ceiling.
Many years ago, it had just been the two of them in Heaven, along with a bunch of Heavenborn. They were the only two humans and Abel looked so much like Eve with his pretty amber eyes with flecks of gold sparkling in them, the gap-tooth smile, the way he snorted like a little piglet whenever he giggled. Adam loved it when Abel pressed his soft body against his arm, it reminded him far too much of Eve.
And Adam had just been so fucking lonely…
The affection he showed Abel had been innocent, the same sort of affection he showed the boy while they had been alive. Casual and affectionate touches along the boy’s rounded cheeks; barely grazing his fingertips along Abel’s jaw, running his thumb across the boy’s plump lower lip, brushing his fingers through his fluffy hair, pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose. Then chaste kisses on his lips, little pecks, innocent and paternal. It was the same affection he’d shown many of his children. That’s what he kept telling himself.
Then it grew too lonely in his bed and Adam started inviting Abel to sleep with him. Just sleep. Just to have a comforting presence next to him. Then they started cuddling at night and it made Adam feel so much better. After having lost Abel in life, it felt so good to hold him close and keep him safe in his arms and shielded by his wings at night.
During those nights, Adam would murmur things to Abel, apologizing, expressing his guilt over being unable to save him, and Abel would reassure him. Those quiet and tender moments alleviated much of the pain and guilt he felt.
And then one night, while Adam was feeling like a massive piece of shit for some reason he couldn’t even remember, Adam had begun showering Abel with affection. Their foreheads ended up pressed together and the air seemed to change between them. Adam doesn’t know who moved first, but when they kissed it definitely wasn’t familial in nature. Swept up in the moment, Adam didn’t fight it when Abel grabbed onto him, awkwardly shoving his tongue into Adam’s mouth.
It felt good.
It felt like kissing Eve.
God, he’d forgotten how good it felt to kiss someone he loved.
Adam was in a trance so deep that he hadn’t realized what they were doing until he’d already flipped Abel onto his back and they were grinding together. The unfamiliar sensation of a dick poking him in the thigh is what brought reality crashing down and he shoved himself away, horrified by what they had just been doing.
Adam flew out of the house in a blind panic, immediately stopping to throw up the first chance he got.
“Abaleh…” Abel had found him hours later and hugged him from behind, burrowing himself into the man’s soft wing feathers, “I wanted it, dad, I still want it, I want you. I love you.”
Abel spilled his guts about how, back when they were alive, he’d watched Adam when the man was bathing in the stream. Told him how excited the sight of Adam’s body made him. How he never wanted to marry Azura because he could only ever think about his father. That it was only the sight of other men that interested him, particularly Adam.
The man had swallowed the lump in his throat nervously because, deep down, he knew Abel had this affliction; he’d seen the way Abel eyed Cain sometimes when the older boy wasn’t looking. That’s probably how Cain was able to lure his brother out into a secluded area to—!
Adam’s heart seized in his chest. He whipped around and embraced his son, allowing a few tears to fall onto the boy’s hair.
Abel sobbed against his chest, admitting that he was so terrified to confess his secret to his father. It took a lot of bravery for Abel to tell the truth.
After that, Adam didn’t have the heart to push the boy away. No matter what he wanted. Whatever Abel wanted, Adam would give it to him. Anything. Everything.
Even this…
“Abaleh!” Abel shouted when Adam pressed his back against the large window, thrusting into the smaller man’s ass, “Harder! Please!”
Adam sank his fingers into Abel’s thighs, hard enough to bruise, “You manipulative little shit!” He grunted in annoyance, pounding his dick into the boy harder, irritated beyond the capacity for rational thought, “You pissed me off on purpose!”
The sheepish grin on Abel’s face only made Adam angrier.
The little shit had stabbed him in the back, siding with Emily over the matter of the exterminations, supporting her in trying to convince others in Heaven that it wasn’t necessary. To say that pissed Adam off would be an understatement.
He slammed harder into his son, making Abel whimper pathetically. In some primal, fucked up, way Adam enjoyed dominating such a feminine and soft man like Abel, proving he was more of a man than his son.
“You’re a disgrace!” Adam growled, fucking into the boy with wild abandon, “You’re such a fuckin’ pussy, it’s a wonder you weren’t born with one!”
Abel squealed, his cheeks flushed with humiliation and pleasure, quivering in Adam’s hold.
“And you’re a dick, so guess that works out, don’t you think?” Adam froze when he heard the snark in Abel’s voice, shivering when Abel pressed his lips to his ear, “C’mon, abaleh, teach me a lesson and fuck my pussy hard. Punish me.”
Adam slammed Abel to the floor and pushed his legs forward to fold the boy in half as much as he could, jackhammering into Abel’s soft and hot body in a frenzy. The whole time, Abel was writhing on the floor, his expression blown wide like he was seeing stars.
It was irritating how much that expression made Adam feel a swell of pride in his chest.
“Ha, you like that, you stupid bitch?” Adam laughed, fucking into him hard and fast, feeling a rush of power, “Fuck, your pussy feels amazing!”
Abel whined, drooling as his father brought him blissful pleasure, “Abaleh! Oh, yes! Right there! I’m gonna— I’m about to—!”
“Do it, chayai, cum around daddy’s cock,” he laughed desperately, babbling, lost in his own lust, “cum for daddy!”
Abel threw his head back and screamed as he came between their bodies, rolling his hips so his cock dragged against Adam’s belly to prolong his pleasure, “Oh, d-daddy…!”
Adam slammed his lips against Abel’s as he came inside of the boy, pumping his cum deep inside of his son, “Stupid boy,” he whispered, pressing a softer kiss to Abel’s lips, “defying your father. That’s a sin, you know.”
The other man let out a tired chuckle, “Then maybe you should keep punishing me, dad.”
Adam ran his hand over his mask as he downed a steaming cup of coffee. He had a very long night ‘punishing’ his son and was feeling way too much post-nut clarity about it.
Having sex with his own son, God he was sick!
Sick, disgusting, sinful; he wasn’t any better than the filthy sinners he exterminated. He didn’t even enjoy it! Except for the times when he did… But he always threw up afterwards! Except for when he didn’t…
To make matters worse, Abel apparently had a fuckin’ boyfriend now that he liked to make sure Adam saw him with; trying to make him jealous or some shit. Adam rolled his eyes at the very idea. And it was Peter of all people. Twink ass little bitch. Adam couldn’t help but wonder if they were having sex and if Peter knew how manipulative and depraved Abel truly was.
Jesus, last night Abel wanted Adam to threaten him, to go on about wanting to kill him, to talk about bashing his skull in. The boy wanted to relive his own fucking death while being plowed and it made Adam sick enough to immediately put an end to the sex last night. At the very least, Abel realized he took it too far and proceeded to comfort Adam, but the emotional whiplash had been… A lot…
“I still don’t know how you deal with it, sir.”
Lute’s voice cut through the static of his thoughts and he found her gesturing towards Abel and Peter pressed next to each other in the Chamber of the Speaker, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls as they awaited for the next round of debates over the exterminations to begin.
“He’s soooo… Weak,” she scoffed, “and his whole thing with Peter is creepy. They’re both supposed to be married to others.”
Adam chewed the inside of his cheek, “Technically, they stopped being married when they died, babe. They never got remarried to their ex-wives in Heaven.”
“Hm, so it doesn’t bother you that your son is gay?” She asked him quietly, making sure her voice wouldn’t echo in the chamber.
“Nah,” he snorted, watching as his son slung his arm over Peter’s shoulder, mimicking Adam’s own general mannerisms, “he told me years ago and back then it took a lot of balls to own up to that, dangertits. Why, does it bother you?”
“Not at all, sir,” the woman shrugged, “I just figured, given the era you come from, you’d frown upon it.”
“Hm, you’re not entirely wrong, but he’s my son, Lute. I don’t understand him, can’t even really say that I like him, but…” He trailed off, crushing his now empty coffee cup in his hand as Abel turned to look up at him, giving his father a little wave while wearing a hint of a smirk on his face. Adam clicked his tongue in annoyance, “He’s my son and I love him, no matter what.”
Even if he hated how Abel had him wrapped around his finger.