Digi-Daddy

	A blackwargreymon padded his way up a residential driveway, having returned from his shift at work. Contrary to his species, he was actually a deep gray color, his muscular body showing through the tight black security shirt and shorts he wore. His claws clacked on the pavement as he ascended the steps, pulling out a key and unlocking the door. The crickets and other night life sound muted as the door clicked shut behind him, a hand reaching up and unclasping the helmet he wore. Two horns and a dagger like nose with fangs, a common design for any wargreymon. Xanthos ran a hand through his unruly, shoulder length blonde hair as his deep golden eyes looked about the entryway. To the right, a dining room area and the left was a living room, which currently had flickering colored lights. The virus digimon smiled softly, knowing that his old man had probably crashed there waiting on him again.
	It was late, or early depending on how one viewed it, at night, well past midnight. Xanthos took the stairs in front of him up to the two bedrooms, entering his and placing his helmet, keys and other items on a dresser. He quickly tugged off his work shirt and kicked his shorts away before he went over to the shared bathroom. Flicking the light on, the blackwargreymon stood in front of the mirror, taking in his full appearance. He was chiseled, built almost akin to a body builder, though Xanthos equated that to genes and regiment. Dark black nipples stood out on his pecs, though it was rivaled by the thick chest hair he sported. Like an arrow, the hair was slimmed down to the waistband of his red jockstrap, where the rest was hidden from view. He scratched under his arm, feeling the coarse hair there before itching his jawline, where a light stubbly beard was growing. A quick shake of his head had him turn from the image before he peeked over his shoulder. His framed ass was on display, the light smattering of fuzz on his rear showing greater from the contrast.
	Xanthos felt his face start to flush as he grabbed at his ass, squeezing the cheek and spreading it a little. The other hand grabbed the bulge, making him groan lowly as he pressed into both of his grabbing fingers. Fuck, he was horny. Damnit, why hadn’t he asked that strange dragon-esque growlmon to meet him after his shift? The digimon hoped that he would see him again, maybe get his number and become fuck buddies. With a sigh, Xanthos left the bathroom and went back downstairs. He went into the kitchen first and got a glass of water, chugging it before heading into the living room. Might as well turn off the tv.
	As he was about to switch off the television, there was a low rumble from the couch. The blackwargreymon turned, his eyes landing on his wargreymon father. The older digimon was lying in that weird half turned position, not quite the side but not quite his back either. Cyrus’s orange skin shined in the backlight of the tv, as Xanthos took in his dad’s form. The thick mane of red hair was contained by his pointed ears, similar to the younger digimon’s own. A scar over his left eye marred his handsome, rugged face that was adorned with a sprawling forest of a beard. It made the virus digimon tap at a triangle mark under his own eye and run a finger along his jaw in comparison. Hair coated the forearm and if the blackwargreymon looked closely enough, he could imagine he saw what was a wad of hair under his father’s arm. Though his gaze traveled to his dad’s bare torso, the reddish-pink nipples pert in the cooler air and a thicker patch of hair adorned his pectorals. His face grew warm as he followed the wide patch down over his belly, not shrinking like his own did, until it got to the light-gray boxer briefs his father wore and the bulge it contained. Xanthos couldn’t tear his eyes off that, swallowing a lump in his throat.
	It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, in fact, he’d seen it even better. Cyrus liked to wear speedos. Needless to say, he saw a bulge like no other and an ass tight and firm. He could still remember a few years ago when he saw his dad in a speedo. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom and jerk one out then and there. It was one of his more confusing moments in life, he supposed, as he would at times pleasure himself to thoughts of him and his father fucking each other, though he did prefer thinking of himself being pinned down by the older and fucked raw. Hell, he had at times dropped hints that he wanted his dad, though it seemed Cyrus wasn’t interested or didn’t notice. Xanthos sometimes pondered if things would have been remarkably different if he had had his father to pop his cherry. Likely not, but still.
	His wondering mind, which brought a flush to his face and a tighter pouch between his legs, was snapped to the present as the older digimon snorted and laid on his back, all the better showing the lump in his underwear. The virus digimon knew he should just turn off the tv, maybe drape a blanket over Cyrus and head to his room. His feet took him closer to his father. He was on his knees, gazing over the chubby form, his mouth dry as his shaking hands reached up and laid on his dad’s belly. Like a switch flicking, Xanthos was powerless to stop himself as he grew immensely confident. His hands slowly slid along the skin and fur adorning the abdomen, one lightly playing with a nipple as the other came down to run circles about the navel. Leaning over the prone elder, his snout pressed into the treasure trail, taking in the musky smell that was his father, finding it not enough as he slowly let his tongue slide along a hairy path up to the pecs. A rumble started up from his dad while he worked. His tongue flicked at the nipple his hand wasn’t tweaking and twisting with, sucking on it before lightly nipping it. A sharp inhale from Cyrus made Xanthos pause before he removed himself from the pecs, his gaze drawn to the now larger lump in the boxer briefs. It had been so many years, but now the biggest prize he wanted was within reach. His fingers twitched lightly as they graze his father’s hide on the way down, one hand using the trail and getting to feel Cyrus’s thick pubes. Fuck, that was enough to put a strain on his own hard dick trapped in his jockstrap. Then he continued on the path. Xanthos got to feel the skin of his father’s cock as his fingers slid along the large girth, grasping it in his hand as his other wound along the thigh and cupped the balls, feeling the coarse hair lining the divide between the orbs. Now all he had to do was pull them out and-
	“Xanthos, what the hell are you doing?!”
	The blackwargreymon’s head snap around, his gold eyes wide and fearful as he met Cyrus’s piercing blue gaze. He was caught, well, more orange handed as his hands were full of said colored flesh. His face was flushed and he was slowly approaching hyperventilating. All he could do was sit there, frozen, though he was also aware of his father’s half hard mast growing harder. Cyrus sighed as he shook his head.
	“Would you mind moving your hands?”
	The virus digimon did as he was bade, releasing the genitals that had helped create him. As the older wargreymon sat up on the couch, he stood to his feet, figuring it to be better than staring up at his father by his legs. Too late he remembered his severe underdressed state and the very obvious lump within. He thought of trying to cover it but before he could even go further than that, an orange hand squeezed it and made him gasp.
	“Damn son, I made you this hard?”
	Xanthos only nodded as he watched Cyrus gaze up at him. Then the older wargreymon looked off to the side, gears turning. “All those times, when you snuck off when I was in a speedo, you were getting off to me?”
	Another nod from a much more flushed blackwargreymon. He wouldn’t lie to his father, his gaze slipping to something, anything else. Hands moved around his sides to his ass, grabbing them and he groaned, pushing into them. Eyes coming back, he saw Cyrus looking at his groin before his gaze flicked up, a toothy grin spreading on his muzzle.
	“You look uncomfortable after work. Let’s get you undressed, hmm?” Those meaty orange digits easily wound into the straps of the underwear and pulled them down. A moan dragged its way from Xanthos’s chest as the tight fabric rubbed over his shaft, which sprang from the confining garment half hard. A thick bush of yellow crowned his black length, the pink head shining already from pre. The jockstrap was dropped to the carpet as Cyrus leaned back. “There, better ain’t it? Why don’t you come help your daddy undress too?”
	Xanthos was taken aback by this change in the wargreymon. Was this really happening? He wanted to pinch himself but felt that would ruin this dream. Instead, he once again sank to his knees, between his dad’s legs this time, hands shaking as he reached upwards. Grasping the waistband, he pulled it ever so slowly downwards, the bulge in the boxer briefs being revealed into a thicker, bigger bush of pubes than his own. His father rose off his ass to let the garment be pulled off, with the orange cock getting more on display before it flopped out and onto the belly fur. The head was redder than his own but still pink and the orange skin matched the rest of his dad’s skin perfectly. Then the huge balls came out, the orbs bouncing a little as the large swath of hair between them outmatched his own blonde variety. Then the boxer briefs were on the lower legs and Cyrus was planted on the couch again, kicking away his underwear. This was like every porno incest setting imaginable and Xanthos fucking loved it!
	“Now be a good boy and help daddy take care of his problem.” The virus digimon shivered at the words. Why was the word daddy so sexual and taboo? It made Xanthos yearn for more and more he did, reaching up eagerly now and rubbing his father’s fuzzy inner thighs.
	“Tell me son, why didn’t you ask sooner?”
	The virus digimon’s tongue slowly drug its way up his father’s leg and over the balls. “I dropped hints, dad.” With that, he pulled one of the orbs into his muzzle and sucked on it, resulting in a rumble from Cyrus.
	“Your mother always said I was a little dense when it came to subtle hints.” Xanthos took in the other one as his dad spoke. When he had finished, he pressed his nose against the base of the shaft, inhaling the musky scent. He shuddered at it, a hand moving down to lightly tug on his own dark dick. His father’s hand wound in his hair and pulled, hard, back and made him yowl in protest.
	“You need daddy’s permission to touch yourself, boy.”
	The blackwargreymon whimpered a bit, his hands moving to grasp Cyrus’s legs instead. The fingers unwound in his hair but grasped the back of his head, guiding his muzzle back to the bobbing length. He went to the side, letting his tongue curl around the underside as he slid up it. His second turn he went straight on with licking from base to tip, his appendage circling the head. His reward was a sharp inhale and a drop of pre. Xanthos was all over his treat, getting a preview of the salty taste yet to come. The fingers on his head tensed before pulling him in a little.
	“Come on son, you know you want more.”
	The virus digimon would not lie, he wanted that wargreymon cock inside of him. He grabbed ahold of the base and kissed the tip. Looking up at his father’s flushed face and heavy chest, Xanthos’ lips sealed around the head as he sucked and let his tongue lather the helmet. There was a heavy groan as Cyrus leaned his head back. The hand on the back of his head tightened and, before the blackwargreymon knew it, he was shoved to the older digimon’s root. Xanthos was no novice when it came to sucking cock but the slight ache to the thickness in his muzzle along with the suddenness had him sputtering on the one in front of him before he swallowed against the head. His dad’s thick scent tickled at his nostrils as the full bodied flavor of his length washed his mouth. The virus digimon couldn’t hold himself back as he let out a full throated moan, feeling pre splatter his gullet as he helplessly tried to air hump from his kneeling position.
	The hand shifted from the back of his head to the side, to be joined by the other one and he was shoved off most of the shaft. Xanthos got a moment of fresh air to breathe through his nose before he was pulled back down. A groan came from above again, as the blackwargreymon was pushed and pulled about the dick. He didn’t mind, as he alternated what he did. Sometimes sucking on the way down or the way up, applying his tongue to different sides or the tip, angling his head at times. Pre was a constant stream into his mouth now, his hand aiding in fondling the balls while his free one stroked over Cyrus’s leg. It wasn’t long before the wargreymon was also trying to hump into his muzzle, balls tapping against Xanthos’s chin as he was used as a fleshlight. His hands curled around to his father’s ass and gripped them.
	The end came with a full gutted roar from the older digimon, holding the blackwargreymon at his base. The virus digimon was unprepared for the torrent assaulting his gullet, trying to swallow what he could as it leaked out the edges of his maw. After the second rope, he was pushed back to the tip, now getting a tongue full of the salty, bitter flavor of his creator’s seed. As he was pulled back down, his eyes were wide, sputtering again on the cum and having it leak even more. Twice more he was pulled up and down before the hands fell limp off his head. Xanthos attempted to suck the cock clean as he came off it, but with his entire mouth a mess, it didn’t work. As he slurped off the length, he was greeted with a creamy mess, seed coating the entire shaft and some splattered on the balls and bush. He whimpered lowly, his arousal flaring with need at the sight.
	“Fuck boy, that was good.”
	He looked past the mess, up to his father’s blue eyes. Xanthos could feel Cyrus’s foot along his inner thigh, seeing the pink tongue dart out to lick his lips.
	“Why don’t you let daddy taste his son now?” The elder digimon quirked an eyebrow at that. The blackwargreymon was floored. Cyrus wanted to blow him? Enthusiastically he nodded.The wargreymon’s gut rolled with his restrained laughter.
	“Get up here then. And help your old man up too.”
	Xanthos stood up, his cock bobbing with the movement as he held out a hand for his father. Cyrus took it, using it to stand. As the virus digimon sat on the couch, he watched as the wargreymon took a cushion from further down and placed it on the floor at his feet.
	“Not as young as I use to be.” It was grumbled as the older digimon got on his knees slowly between the blackwargreymon’s legs. Hands roamed up his legs and his inner thighs as Cyrus placed his face near his black dick. A shudder ran through Xanthos as he felt the warm air of his dad’s breath on his shaft. Then a tongue lapped at his balls, making him gasp out before groaning as one was sucked upon. The process was repeated for the other one as the virus digimon grabbed at the back of the couch. He was unable to keep watching the wargreymon’s sultry look, his gaze turning away. A mistake as the tongue rolling up the underside of his dick was even more intense. He gasped before moaning, practically feeling a wad of pre ejecting up and out. His gaze went back to Cyrus and saw that string shining on his nose. Xanthos flushed hotly, panting, watching as the older digimon licked at his lips. There was a low rumble from him.
	“Damn, boy, you must be needy.”
	That was a massive understatement. He had been ready to blow as soon as his dad’s cum was being emptied into his throat. As it stood, he was on edge anyways and he knew he wouldn’t last long whatsoever. It sucked, but hopefully there would be another time to try and hold out more. The wargreymon eased the virus digimon’s head into his muzzle, sucking and lashing with his tongue. Xanthos moaned out, knowing he was leaking something fierce. His eyes went wide and rolled as Cyrus inhaled his length, hot air ruffling his bush as he was surrounded by wet warmth. His eyes finally found purchase in his father’s, the gleam in them sending a shudder through his body. The elder digimon slowly slid his way off, tongue rolling along the underside. The blackwargreymon gasped, his groan loud as he gripped the couch hard. When the wargreymon reached the head, he returned back to the hilt with such slowness, it made the younger digimon whimper.
	“C-Cyrus…”
	When the old digimon got back to the head, he pulled off fully, growling. “That’s not my name tonight, boy.”
	Xanthos was already heaving for breath, sweat soaked and yet he shivered. “D-daddy, please…”
	“That’s a good boy.” Cyrus returned to the head, but this time he paused, watching the younger digimon. At some unperceived by the blackwargreymon moment, the wargreymon struck, taking Xanthos to the root. He wanted to gasp, moan, something but before he even could, the elder digimon was back at the head again, sucking hard along the way before shoving back down. The warm and wet warred with the cool and dry while he felt the scratching of his father’s beard on his thighs and balls. The virus digimon wasn’t quite able to process the now blur the wargreymon was as his dick throbbed hard. Arching his back and head raised, Xanthos let out a silent scream as his vision went white. Ropes of his cum splattered into the older digimon, but Cyrus wasn’t slowing down at all, swallowing and bobbing as much as before. Only when the blackwargreymon was halfway through his orgasm did he stop at the head and get his snout filled.
	Xanthos slowly came back to his mind, barely able to get any air into his body as he lazed back onto the couch. His vision was swimming as he tried to get his gaze back on Cyrus. The image he saw he wanted burned into his mind. The wargreymon’s muzzle was a mess with his seed, still nursing on his head a bit as white splattered the black skin of his balls and cock and his golden pubes. Though when the older digimon pulled off, he grinned toothily before raising his head slightly and swallowing. The virus digimon had had many sexual encounters in his years, yet watching his dad swallow his essence was by far in the top tier for sexiest things he’d ever seen. Slowly the wargreymon climbed to his feet, grumbling a bit as he did so. Then he leaned forward, placing hands on either side of Xanthos and letting his face get close. The smell of sex was overpowered by the hot scent of cum that washed over his snout before he was shocked with his father’s muzzle interlocked with his. He was powerless to stop it or his desire, groaning into the kiss as his tongue danced with his dad’s. The taste of himself and the older digimon was dizzying enough on it’s own, let alone with the limited air he had. He was left gasping when the wargreymon pulled away.
	Xanthos couldn’t move as he laid there, watching as Cyrus stretched himself, half hard and coated dick on display again before he turned and started off. He heard the sound of water running before the older digimon returned, chugging his own glass. The blackwargreymon’s shaking hand took the drink and sipped it, not quite convinced this wasn’t some dream he was having after he passed out on his bed. The wargreymon helped him drink all of the liquid before taking both glasses back to the kitchen. He was mounting the stairs and took a few before pausing.
	“My bed’s big enough for two.”
	With that, the elder digimon was up the stairs. The virus digimon’s brain was fried at that point, taking a minute to catch up. Was that an invitation? On his feet in no time, Xanthos had to pause to let his shaking legs grow use to supporting his frame. He couldn’t help groping himself as he ascended the steps, hoping that the comment was for more and not just cuddles and sleep. Taking a moment right outside the cracked open door, the blackwargreymon breathed deeply and swallowed the lump in his throat. His hand slowly pushed open the door, taking in the room. The usual fair of desk with computer, wardrobe, everything else that didn’t really matter besides the bed.
	A small light, probably a desk lamp, was on to light the room. On the bed, with legs wide open, was Cyrus, one hand behind his head as he leaned against the headboard. His other was busily slipping up and down his orange shaft, slick from earlier and once more hard. His gaze watched that hand slowly travel up, palm the head before sinking down and resting on the pubes before slipping lower to roll the orbs. Then the wargreymon chuckled some, bringing his gaze up to meet his father’s.
	“Well, boy? Just going to stand there or come help daddy?”
	Xanthos was across the room faster than a blink of the eye, landing on the bed, ass raised as he gave his father a sultry look while crawling towards his prize. When his face was close enough to breathe on the length, a bottle was put directly into his field of vision. Eyes crossing, the virus digimon took in what it was as he grasped it. Lube?
	A rolling growl came from Cyrus. “I’m going to fuck you, son.”
	Holy. Fuck. The blackwargreymon hadn’t been more turned on in a long time. If this was a dream, he prayed to every god there is or was or will be that he’d sleep long enough to get to the end. Yet he knew it couldn’t be a dream, the taste of the older digimon lingering in his muzzle. He was about to pop the cap when there was a hand grabbing his wrist. Wanting to yell or scream or something because of it, he remained in silent agony for a few seconds.
	“Get your ass up here, I want to prep you. And get daddy going again boy.”
	Doing as bidden, Xanthos twisted himself around so his black ass was facing his father’s face. As he finally opened the lid to the lube, he felt hands on his rump, squeezing and groping and pulling. Pouring a generous amount of the cool gel in his hand, the blackwargreymon held the bottle back towards the wargreymon but froze, dropping the bottle as his eyes went wide and crossed. Something warm and wet had just drug itself between his cheeks. He shuddered the second time and on the third pass, it circled his hole. Oh fuck, that was a tongue. It was his father’s tongue that had just buried itself into his ass. Xanthos let out a loud, deep moan. He could feel the chuckle in the chest below him. To say the younger digimon needed Cyrus in him would be a massive understatement. He’d even go so far as to say he’d take what he needed if it wasn’t given.
	Which brought him back to his own task. His hands wrapped around his father’s shaft, easily tugging on it. The lube in his hands made short work of it, shiny and slick as he beat off the length. With the tongue in his ass, the blackwargreymon grinned deviously as he trailed a hand over his dad’s hairy balls, finger trailing lower as he searched for the prize. Upon finding the older digimon’s tailhole, he wasted no time in shoving his finger in to the knuckle. The hands on his rear gripped him tighter as he pumped in and out with the digit. There was a low moan as the tongue left his ass when he shoved in a second finger, spreading the hole before rapidly thrusting. Xanthos couldn’t help it, loving hearing the wargreymon make such lewd noises. Then he felt a slap on his ass, making him yelp.
	“That’s enough son.”
	The blackwargreymon peered over his shoulder, at his heavily breathing father and the dark look in his eyes. A shudder ran through him as he pulled his fingers out, moving aside and getting on his hands and knees. He watched as Cyrus got himself up, moving to his knees and behind him before a wet, hard weight rested in the cleft of his cheeks. It slowly slid back and forth, sinking between them. The virus digimon shivered in anticipation, well rewarded when he felt the tip pressing into his entrance, hand spreading his ass apart.
	“Open up for daddy boy.”
	Xanthos relaxed himself as much he could, feeling the pressure before gasping as the cock head popped inside. He shivered again, one of his greatest desires getting fulfilled. The hands on his rear moved to his hips and the wargreymon grunted as he pulled the blackwargreymon back on his thrust. The young digimon went rigid, a silent cry of pain and pleasure surging through him as he was hilted fast and hard on his father’s length. Cyrus didn’t let up, pulling back to his head and shoving back in hard. Xanthos let out a strangled groan.
	“Fuck, you’re tight son,” the older digimon growled. “Tightest ass I’ve had in years.” He punctuated his speaking with sharp thrusts. By now, after six or so thrusts, the blackwargreymon was in heaven. The pain from sudden entry had dulled and pleasure had taken over, making him moan. His arms were shaking already from the powerful pumping of his dad’s hips, the wet clapping of their hips echoing in his ears. The smell was as intoxicating, the itch he had deep in his ass being repeatedly hit. Fuck, this was so good! He pushed back into his father’s thrusts, wanting more. Those hips picked up pace, though losing power, was enough to make him groan deeply and reach for his own dick. Xanthos got a few jerks in before yelping, his hair being pulled back.
	“Did daddy say you could touch yourself boy?” The question asked in a rough, husky voice. Whimpering lowly, the blackwargreymon’s face was shoved into the pillow, his arms bending and his position changing. Now the wargreymon was hitting a new spot, making him moan even deeper as he shot pre onto the bed.
	“Oh, fuck, daddy, please!” He begged.
	The thrusts slowed to a crawl, ever so slow and making Xanthos nearly yell in rage. “Please what, boy?”
	“More! Breed me daddy!” His face was hot in lust and shame as he said that. The dominating growl was his answer, as was the harder and faster thrusting. He let out a cry of pleasure, writhing under his dad as he rammed into his pleasure spot repeatedly.
	“Ngh, fuck yea boy, want daddy’s seed?”
	“Yes daddy!”
	Cyrus grunted, slowing his pace some. “Where do you want it?”
	The young digimon knew his father was close. The throbbing member in his ass was evidence enough of that. “Fill me daddy! I need it!” Breathless, he did truly need it. He didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t get filled.
	A growl followed by hard thrusting again.The blackwargreymon laid there, panting and drooling into the pillow before he heard a snarl. The wargreymon hilted in his ass and Xanthos felt every inch of his dad’s shaft pulse as rope after rope of seed fired into his cavern. His eyes rolled back as after the first few shots, Cyrus picked up his thrusting again, a moderate pace now. He kept it up through his orgasm, the virus digimon feeling cum leaking from his hole and splattering his fuzzy ass. He let out a wanting moan, his own need unused and dripping.
	It didn’t take long before the older digimon stalled and slipped out of his ass. Xanthos let out a low groan, the emptiness unpleasant as more seed leaked from his abused hole. He felt a hand swipe up between his cheeks.
	“Turn over boy.”
	With a lot more effort than he would think he needed, the blackwargreymon did as asked, flopping onto his back. His father’s panting face, covered in sweat, was grinning as his cum coated hand descended and wrapped around his black shaft. With a gasp and moan, he was jerked off hard and fast a few times before being let go.
	“Daddy, please!” Xanthos needed to blow a load so badly.
	“You’ve been a good boy, son. I think you deserve your reward.” A toothy smirk appeared on his face. The young digimon was confused until Cyrus moved upwards, straddling his hips. When he lifted himself up and placed the black cock upright beneath him, the blackwargreymon understood.
	“D-daddy…” His voice trailed off before his eyes went wide, gasping. His father had pushed his entrance against his head until it had popped in. And he didn’t stop, grunting and growling as he sank lower and lower until his balls rested in Xanthos’ golden pubes. The virus digimon’s eyes rolled at the tight warmth surrounding his sensitive length. Fuck, his dad’s ass was tight! He hadn’t had a tight ass in forever.
	“Fuck, it’s been too long.” Cyrus noted. If the blackwargreymon hadn’t been so tired and horny, he’d have been intrigued by that statement. As it was, he was too busy writhing and moaning as his dad bounced up and down on his shaft, a slow pace that was torturous. Xanthos grit his teeth, fingers curling in the sheets as he was subjected to the worst form of torment. The older digimon would at times stay hilted, grinding himself on the pole of flesh. Rarely feeling the need to dominate, he had a strong urge to flip his father around and drive into him.
	“Daddy, more!”
	“Tell daddy what you want son.” Cyrus leaned down, kissing the blackwargreymon before pulling back. Panting, a response was given.
	“Let me cum!”
	“You want to cum in daddy?” The wargreymon was grinning wickedly as he began riding in earnest, up and down as his hands stayed tangled in Xanthos’ chest hair.
	“AH, FUCK, YES DADDY!” The virus digimon was all but screaming at this point. His balls were drawn up and he was ready to blow. He began trying to thrust up into his father.
	“Then cum in me.”
	That was a loaded gun and the trigger went off. With a roar, Xanthos’ vision swam and he unleashed a torrent of his seed into his awaiting dad. The older digimon hilted him, insides milking the black cock as some leaked out around the edges. The young digimon was heaving for air, soaked in sweat and cum, spent beyond measure. He was coming off his orgasm when Cyrus slowly rose. More cum leaked about the edges before a thick wad splashed on the blackwargreymon’s genitals as the older digimon popped off. A low moan issued from the tired digimon, feeling a weight settle next to him.
	“Ngh, fuck, haven’t been laid in a while. Thanks son.” He was turned onto his side, a strong arm laying over him and his dad’s half hard cock wedging itself back between his ass. He snuggled back in the best he could, though he probably didn’t move at all.
	“We’ll talk about this in the morning. I’m tired.”
	He was tired? Xanthos was exhausted before sex happened! As it was, he was barely conscious and soon succumbed to the embrace of sleep held in his father’s arms.