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Scar slowly opens the door just a crack and peeks into it. There in the room, on his pink princess sheets lays Grian, fast asleep. He's surrounded by his plushies while one, a large bear Scar had won for him at a festival, is tucked into his side. Scar chuckles, admiring his boy for a moment, his slack face as he sleeps, one hand curled around the plushie while the other lays near his face.
Eventually he approaches, carefully opening the door enough for him to slip inside and then closing the door slowly enough that the click isn't loud. He still pauses a moment after, watching Grian, and relaxes as the boy doesn't wake.
He walks up to him and, after watching for a moment, gaze tracking over his sleeping face, he starts to pull the sheets away. Grian shifts a little, but doesn't wake, and Scar smiles as he realizes the bear plushie is also between his legs. Seems his little boy couldn't help himself before falling asleep that night. Cute.
Scar moves the plushie away. Grian moves a little, and Scar waits, holding his breath until he resettles. He doesn't want to wake Grian too early - he needs to take his time with this. He could ruin everything if he rushes, much as he just wants to touch and fuck his little boy immediately.
Pulling the pink sheets all the way off of Grian, he then moves to his sleep shorts and then his underwear, pulling those down, revealing his bare cunt without a single trace of hair covering it. He licks his lips, eager to immediately dive in. But he still needs to go slowly.
He starts with just a single finger. He runs it along his slit, smiling as he sees just how wet Grian already is. He strokes his clit, eagerly watching the way it twitches as he gives it attention. He wants it in his mouth. And, well, it's been long enough - he's got Grian wet, he's got him right where he wants him…It wouldn't ruin much if he woke him now.
So he leans forward and seals his lips around his clit and softly, gently, sucks.
Grian wakes to a weird sensation. It's wet and warm and a little tingly and weird. His eyes open and he blinks up at the ceiling. The room is dark, only a faint light coming from his nightlight. It takes him a moment to realize there's someone else in the room with him, between his legs.
"D-daddy?" he asks, voice soft and a little scared. The pressure around him increases for a moment and he squeaks before it stops and his daddy's face comes up from around his legs.
"Hey, baby," his daddy coos, a hand reaching up to cup his face. The other stays where it was, pressed between his legs and stroking him there. He whines, wiggling in place a little.
"Wh's goin' on?" he asks, trying to shift out of reach of the weird, tingly feeling, but a hand holds him down and he whines as he's unable to move away.
"I'm just checking on my baby boy!" his daddy replies. "Just wanted to make sure everything is growin' right, that's all."
"Mm…f-feels weird…"
His daddy smiles and leans in enough to kiss him between his legs and he twitches with a gasp. He tries to close his legs, but his daddy's large frame prevents him from being able to do so. His dad clicks his tongue and keeps his legs spread.
"You gotta let me look, kiddo. How am I supposed to know if everything's alright if I can't see you?"
Slowly, Grian relaxes, letting his legs part naturally so his daddy can get a good look. He peeks down at him, hands covering his face as he knows he's taken on a deep shade of red. His dad parts his lips down there, exposing the little nub at the top. Grian whimpers as his breath fans over it, and then he's leaning in and taking it into his mouth again.
Grian can't help the way he gasps, hands going down to bury themselves in his daddy's hair. He whines, rocking against his mouth, but hands come up to hold him down. He tries to move, tries to do something about the feeling overwhelming him, but he's left unable to do anything but lay there and take it.
After a moment, a vaguely familiar sensation occurs. Grian gasps and starts trying to push the head between his legs away. "D-daddy, I need to pee!"
He expects the lips around him to stop, but instead they only get more intense. Grian wriggles, still trying to push the head away as he cries and tries to hold off on the feeling, but it gets too much and he whines as the feeling washes over him. He clenches around nothing, head thrown back onto his pillow as one hand stays buried in his daddy's hair while the other fists his pink sheets.
Eventually, his daddy pulls back. Grian tries to catch his breath, eyes closed as he tries to recover. He doesn't get long however before his dad is moving up his body and putting his lips on Grian's.
The first thing Grian registers is the taste. He tries to pull away, to complain, but a hand on the back of his head keeps him in place as lips move against his. He then tries to keep up, to move his lips in turn, but the movements are shaky and clumsy.
When his daddy pulls back, he coos at him. "Aw, don't worry baby, I know you don't know how to kiss yet." One of his hands come up to thumb at his lips. He dips into his mouth, and without even thinking about it, Grian starts to suck on it.
He can't help but whine and pout when the finger is taken away, making his daddy laugh. "Oh, I know, I know. You just want something in your mouth, don't you?"
Grian flushes at that and looks away, still pouting.
"Maybe later, okay kid?" Hands run down his body, a finger rubbing around the nub between his legs and Grian gasps. "I've got something I need to do, okay? You'll be good for me, won't you? I'll make sure it feels good for you, baby, don't worry."
His daddy reaches over for a moment and grabs a bottle of something. He pours some onto his fingers, and Grian watches in curiosity before those fingers make contact with the area between his legs.
He rubs a finger against a hole Grian didn't know was there, and he clenches, suddenly scared. "D-daddy? Wh't're you doing?"
"Shhh, it's okay. I need to finger your cunnie, okay? Gotta get you opened up, you're too small to take my cock without any prep."
"My…my cunnie?" his voice is small, looking down at his daddy, head tilted slightly.
"Yeah, baby! Your cunnie. That's what this is." He cups the area between Grian's legs. His…his cunnie. "And this…" His fingers go back to the nub. "This is your clit." Grian peeks down between his legs, watching as his daddy strokes his cunnie. "I'm going to work your cunnie open enough that you can take my cock."
"C-cock?"
"Yup! You've got a cunnie and I have a cock. It goes into your cunnie and makes us both feel really good. Do you want to try it?"
Grian quickly nods his head and his dad huffs out a laugh.
"I knew you would."
His fingers go back to his cunnie and he inserts a finger in. Grian tries not to move, to stay still for his daddy as he moves that finger in and out, opening his body for him. Before long, another finger is added, and he scissors those two, carefully stretching him out more.
It gets hard for Grian to stay still. The sensations are so much. He can't help but wiggle in place and clench around the fingers as they spread and widen. The sound of Scar's fingers in his cunnie echoes throughout the room, so loud. He lets out a moan as those fingers stroke a spot that feels different. His daddy chuckles softly before pressing harder on that spot, and Grian can't stop the noises leaving his mouth. Everything feels even more, overwhelming. Tears slip down his cheeks as he whines, shifting in place and trying to shove his daddy away.
"Too much -" he whimpers. "I-I'm gonna pee again!"
The fingers speed up. "C'mon baby, come for me," his daddy speaks roughly between his legs before his lips seal around his clit again and he sucks. Grian cries out as he comes again, clenching around the fingers still buried in his cunnie. The feeling washes over him, same as it did before, but it feels stronger now. He can't focus on anything except for the overwhelming pleasure he feels.
When it settles and he finally comes to, the first thing he processes is his daddy pressing kisses to his chest and belly. He giggles. "Daddy, what're you doin'?
"Is my baby back to me?" He pulls away to look at Grian, head resting on his belly.
Grian giggles again and nods.
"Do you wanna keep going? Make your daddy feel good, too?"
Grian still feels sensitive, but he wants to make sure his daddy feels just as good as he made Grian feel! He nods very quickly.
"Good, I knew I could count on you." He pulls himself up and reaches for the bottle again. Looking down, Grian notices his daddy's pants are off and he can see something sticking up between his legs.
"Daddy, what's that?"
His daddy looks down and then laughs. "That's my cock, sweetheart! It's what I'll put inside your cunnie to make us both feel good."
"Oh." Grian hesitates, looking at it. "…Is that gonna fit?"
"Oh, don't worry, it'll fit. It's what your cunnie is for! It's built to take a cock in it, so your body will make it fit."
"…Oh," Grian repeats. "Okay!"
"Are you ready now, baby?"
When Grian nods, his daddy moves so his cock is next to his cunnie. After a bit, he starts to press in. For a moment, Grian worries it's not going to fit, even after all the prep. He fears that he's too little, but then he presses in a little more and it finally pops in.
Grian gasps. He's hardly given a moment to adjust before his daddy presses in more, steadily feeding more of his cock into Grian's cunnie. He feels so big, pressing against his walls. He whimpers, feeling stuffed, and his daddy isn't even all the way in yet.
His daddy rocks his cock into him, slowly opening him up further and further until he's finally seated all the way in. Finally, mercifully, he gives him a moment to adjust.
Grian clenches around the cock in him. It didn't hurt, but he feels so full. He looks down to see where he and his daddy connect and clenches again, prompting a groan from the man above him.
Slowly, he pulls out, and then slams back in again. Grian moans, hands coming up to hold onto his daddy's shoulders, needing to hold onto something. He's so sensitive, everything feels like it's almost too much. So soon after his most recent orgasm, he comes again and starts crying as overstimulation kicks in. But his daddy is there, thrusting into him and cooing when he starts to cry, gently wiping his tears away.
"You're doing so well, baby boy, just a little bit longer, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Weakly, he nods, and the thrusts speed up. He's only able to lay there until, a few thrusts later, his daddy groans long and low as his hips stutter before he buries himself as deep into Grian as he can, his head dropping onto Grian's shoulder. Grian moans as warmth fills him, filling him up and making him feel even fuller than he had before. His daddy grinds against him, and only falls still when he's finished.
He stays buried in Grian as he pulls away just enough to look down at him.
"So good, baby, you were so good for me." He leans down and puts his lips to Grian's again.
Grian tries again to move his lips next to his daddy's. He can feel himself getting sleepy, though, so it isn't long before his movements slow down. His dad chuckles when he pulls away. Grian's eyes close, and the last thing he registers before he falls asleep is a kiss pressed to his forehead.
He wakes sometime later, laying on his dadd - Scar, he tries to remind himself, trying to crawl out of the mindset he'd been in - while under warm water in their bath. He hums, snuggling a little closer while hands run through his hair. Grian leans into the contact, feeling the rumbling of laughter below him. He lays there, drifting off again while his daddy cleans them up.
He comes to again later, once they're in Scar's bed. Grian shifts himself closer, wanting to be as close as possible. He's smiling, happy and content. Arms come up around him and hold him closer, and it's like this that he falls asleep again, warm and comfortable.