Behind closed doors

by probabIyobsessive, Umadorironnaw123

Summary:

With Telemachus gone to university, Odysseus gets pretty lonely. Good thing they're only a text message away.

It's just smut yall.

Notes:

Co-written by probablyobsessive, so huge shoutout for our rp-ing creating this fic!

Chapter 1: Sexting

Odaddyus❤️: you still up Telem?

 

Telemachus was laying in bed, dorm room lights out for the night.  It was his first week in uni — his first time away from his father since he had returned. Saying that it was hard for him might have been an understatement, especially since he and Odysseus had recently started...hanging out a lot more often. 

He didn't know what to call it. Boyfriends felt…weird? But it was past the line of simply father and son. Whatever it was, it had become far more difficult with distance. Thankfully, as he was scrolling through his phone, suddenly saw a notification from his father. His heart raced as he opened up his messaging app, smiling to himself at his dad actually sending the “u up?” text.

 

Baby Boy🩵: nah I'm sleepin

Baby Boy🩵: honk shoo

 

Odysseus had all but decided to retire for the night. With Penelope gone for the weekend on a business trip, that left him with little need to stay up late. He had eaten supper, tried watching a b-rated sitcom, and gotten ready for bed. 

The house was quiet, and it wasn’t just because Penelope was gone. His little boy was all grown up too, grown up and gone to college. His little boy wasn’t so little anymore. It made his heart quiver but still with a sense of pride. He was proud of Telemachus, making it big and getting his degree. If only he didn’t have to move towns…

And of course, Odysseus had another reason for missing his son. What they’d been doing wasn’t entirely…strictly familial, but he couldn't help himself. The gods had gifted him a beautiful little boy, what else was he supposed to do?

He scoffed at the text message from Telemachus. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Really? Texting in your sleep? Impressive.

 

Telemachus giggled to himself as he read the message back. Ugh. He missed his dad so much. He could just hear Odysseus saying that, visualize the eye roll, even. 

 

Baby Boy🩵: yea Athena taught me how to do it

Baby Boy🩵: why what's up :o

 

He snuggled into his sheets, laying on his side as he stared at the chat screen.

Odysseus made sure that his reading lamp on the side of his bed was on dim, needing the light for his eyes but not wanting it too bright. His reading glasses reflected the glow of the phone as he settled into bed. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Goofball. 

 

Gods, he missed the sound of his son’s voice. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Lonely. Your mother isn’t here to keep me company and the house feels so big without either of you.

 

Telemachus’ heart ached a little bit after reading that last message. Honestly, if it was up to him, he would drive over in a heartbeat. He'd probably move mountains if his father asked him to, a trip home would be nothing.

Alas, he had a test and two essays due tomorrow (both done and read over twice by Athena), so it just wasn't in the cards for him.

 

Baby Boy🩵: :((((

Baby Boy🩵: daaaaddd

 

He checked the time on his phone — 11pm. He didn't have classes until the afternoon tomorrow, and his roommate had been fast asleep for about an hour now. Maybe...he could have some fun? You know, help his father out, like a good son would.

 

Baby Boy🩵: I miss youuuu I wish I was there :(( with mom out of the house we could be as loud as we want :((

 

Odysseus was alone in his house so he didn’t know why he still tried to reign in his gasp. Must’ve been a force of habit. He and Tele had gotten good at staying quiet when fooling around, even when Penelope was in the room next to them, or when she came into the garage to check on how they were handling the new wood (pun intended).  

 

Odaddyus❤️: Even when she’s in the house you’re still loud, Telem. 

 

Odysseus chuckled. Something Telemachus and Penelope had in common, one of the many things they shared;  they’re loud in bed. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Not that I mind it. I love hearing you whimper beneath me, buddy.

 

Telemachus blushed at that last word, then blushed about how he was blushing. It was so...stupidly embarrassing how stuff like that got him going. They were just simple nicknames a father would innocently give his son, something completely normal for completely normal parents to do. He read it over again. Because that was normal.

 

Baby Boy🩵: am nootttt >:o I'm the poster child for being quiet in bed smh

Baby Boy🩵: I can't help it that ur so big

Baby Boy🩵: honestly it kind of sounds like a u problem

Odaddyus❤️: And it’s not my fault that you never like to be stretched out properly. Two fingers aren’t enough, Telem. 

 

Odysseus huffed, reclining back against the pillows to get a little more comfortable. He couldn’t lie and say it didn't turn him on a little bit; being in his wife’s and his marriage bed while chatting up their son. It wasn’t the first time they'd done it either. In fact, they’d sexted only a few weeks ago, and Penelope was right next to him. 

But he didn’t have to worry about being quiet this time, and he could touch himself while he talked with his little boy, too. He could feel the warmth spreading in his stomach.

 

Odaddyus❤️: You want to see how good you can stay quiet? Even when I’m not around? Alright, is your roommate sleeping ?

 

His father really wasn't helping the growing redness on his face, already feeling something stirring in his stomach and travelling south. Why couldn't his dad just be embarrassed like him instead of actually following through and doubling down??? Also? Telemachus hated how it turned him on.

 

Baby Boy🩵: yea 😳

Baby Boy🩵: and u have big fingers, sausage hands

 

Was he going to regret that? Probably. But as he quickly kicked his boxers off, he couldn't seem to care.

Odysseus bit his bottom lip then quickly let it go. He wasn’t some youth anymore, but something about his son always made him feel heated. In a good way. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Oh I have big fingers, do I? Guess that’s something you didn’t inherit from me, with your little dainty hands. Just like your mother. 

 

Odysseus groaned, shucking his sweats and boxers to his knees. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: So much like your mother. Pretty. 

 

He reached over and squirted lube on his hand, wincing a little at the coolness. Maybe he should have warmed it up but…he was a little impatient. Telemachus had quietly opened his bedside drawer to grab his own lube, so it took him a second to see his father's response. 

So much like your mother, pretty.

Telemachus felt like he should've been jealous or upset at his father for comparing him to mom, but he felt quite the opposite. He knew just how much his parents loved each other, and to be able to receive that exact same love made his heart flutter.

 

Baby Boy🩵: yea well, I guess I inherited her great taste in men too.

Baby Boy🩵: gods I miss u

 

Odaddyus❤️: I miss you too, Telem. What I wouldn’t give to have you beside me in bed. Stroke your little dick while you kiss my neck. 

 

Odysseus took himself in hand, groaning openly as he started to stroke himself slowly. He wanted to savor this. Telemachus reached for himself as well, feeling his dick twitch as he slowly started to move his hand. Gods, and his father was right. His hands weren't the same — they were too dainty, too smooth. Odysseus' war-worn hands were rough, and yes, bigger than his own. Telemachus imagined his father's hand on him, the image of it fully engulfing his dick already making him more hard.

 

Baby Boy🩵: gods that would be so hot

Baby Boy🩵: I love when u get me off n u can't even see it

Baby Boy🩵: I'm touching myself rn imagining it's u but it's not the same :(

 

Odysseus had to take his hand off of his cock before he blew his load too quickly. He wanted this to last longer and he wasn’t a young man anymore, he won’t be able to go again for at least a while after he orgasms. Unlike his boy, who will probably get off multiple times tonight. 

Fuck, the thought of Telemachus jerking himself off multiple times ruined his mind. He swallowed, his mouth filled with saliva as he read and reread those texts. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Naughty boy. Where are you touching yourself?

 

Telemachus bit his lip, smirking as an idea came to mind. He quickly exited his messaging app and opened up his camera. He had to turn on the flash, and angle it just right, but after a few attempts he managed to get a pretty solid dick pic. His dick and hands were slick with lube and precum, but he had to open his hand to actually show a decent portion of his hard on. 

Quickly, he went back to his texts, hoping he hadn't taken too long. Telemachus opened up the file, hitting send and giggling to himself like a child.

 

Baby Boy🩵: 🥺

 

Odysseus almost threw his phone in surprise, though he’s glad he didn’t because a second not looking at his pretty boy’s pretty cock is a second wasted. He actually licked his lips at the sight. Looks like he kept up with his hygiene too. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Fuck, Telem. You can’t just send a pic without warning. 

Baby Boy🩵: hehe oops my b

 

Of course, Odysseus left the messaging app and took a photo of himself as well. He forgot the flash for the first two pics, then remembered and got a good one. He made sure that he got one with a good view of his balls, letting Telemachus know how much he has to give.

Telemachus continued to stroke himself, laying his head back for a brief moment. Gods, this was so hot. It was always so hot when they did this. Did part of him feel bad for his mom? Yeah, absolutely, but that part of his brain went radio silent once his dick took over.

His dad was just so...perfect. Sure, he wasn't a perfect man, but he was perfect for Telemachus. The fact that this was even happening at all had to be a blessing from the gods themselves. Never in a million years did he think he would be sexting his father in the middle of his uni dorm while his roommate was asleep just above him. Incredible.

He looked back at his phone, eyes going wide at the picture Odysseus had sent him. Fuck. It always sent him whenever he got to see his father this intimately, because it was his father. Telemachus should never be looking at his own dad's hard on (for HIM) and the sight of his balls made him that much more turned on. 

 

Baby Boy🩵: gods I wanna put u in my mouth

Baby Boy🩵: suck on ur balls like it's my fuckin job 

Baby Boy🩵: ur so hot jfc dad how are u so hot 

 

Telemachus could feel himself getting close already, just from the short conversation they had been having so far. Luckily he had the libido of a champion, so it's not like he was too worried, but fuck how did his own father manage to do this to him every time?

On the other end of the phone, Odysseus could already imagine that his son was close. He pictured his Telemachus’ hand going over his dick while his other hand typed furiously on his phone — maybe even getting his screen a little dirty from the lube. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: Don’t ask me, kiddo. You get half of my genes too. Everything about you is your mom and I. The best parts of both of us. Your bright eyes, strong jaw, and tight hold. 

Odaddyus❤️: I want you to look up at me while you’re sucking me off. Wanna see your eyes full with tears while I stuff your throat. 

 

He groaned loudly and fondled his balls for a few seconds before stroking himself again, a little faster this time.

Yeah it's definitely that name that sent Telemachus over the edge, he thought. Not that there was a lot of thinking happening in the moment anyways, as his orgasm came quick and lasted about as long as...well, his own size. His eyes squeezed shut, and he had to bite his lips in order to not make any noise, and somehow had to pay extra attention to not shaking the bedframe too much.

It took him a moment to come down, and when he did he just…looked at his phone screen for a second. Oops.

 

Baby Boy🩵: call me that again

 

Telemachus didn’t know why that was the only thing he sent, he actually sent it before he processed that he typed it. Why did he send that?

Odysseus just grinned, noticing the lull in the text as his own cock twitched. Fuck , he wished he could see his son right now, he knew exactly what kind of face he was making, that hazy look and small smile. Ears probably tinted red and mouth parted as he pants. And fuck, calling his son ‘kiddo’ while doing something that fathers and sons should definitely not be doing is was turning him on more. He might actually cum sooner than he thought.

 

Odaddyus❤️: Aw, did my big boy just have a big kid orgasm? Way to go, kiddo . 

 

There was something so humiliating and dehumanizing about being treated like a child. Because Telemachus was 21, it's not like he didn't know what he was doing. However, those feelings also came with a complete, unbridled warmth and giddiness. It flowed through his veins like wine, quickly making him hard once more. 

Telemachus moved his hand, just toying with his currently very sensitive dick.

 

Baby Boy🩵: mhmmm

Baby Boy🩵: I came all over myself :(

Baby Boy🩵: I need ur help so I don't make a big mess next time 🥺

 

Gods, Odysseus could already imagine his son biting his lip and—

Fuck he was probably hard again. Odysseus remembered when he was that age, his cock never really going soft for long. If Telemachus was anything like Odysseus, then he was going to cum again…and maybe a third time tonight, if he was lucky. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: All by yourself though? That’s really brave, kiddo. I’m really proud of you. Going to university and being a big boy. Must be pretty scary meeting so many new people. 

Odaddyus❤️: I’m glad we can still talk with each other. Don’t worry, Daddy will help make you feel safe and warm and at home whenever you need him. 

 

He stroked himself a little faster, almost wishing he could switch over to facecam so his son could see him jerking off. But there was a thrill in neither of them being able to see each other. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: If I could, I’d march on over there and lick it off your body. Then kiss you so you could taste your own big boy juices on my tongue. 

 

The thought of him shoving his tongue in his son’s mouth and spitting his cum down his throat is what does it for Odysseus. He grunted as he tipped over the edge, thighs tensing. His eyes were slitted as he reread the last couple of messages between the two of them.

Telemachus just watched the messages coming in from his father, his breathing getting heavier with each sentence. He swore under his breath, trying to keep himself quiet so as to not wake his roommate.

 

Baby Boy🩵: it is, it's all so confusing and different and new

Baby Boy🩵: it would be so much easier w u here to help me

Baby Boy🩵: please daddy, please I need u so bad

 

He wondered what would happen if his roommate woke up? What would he do if he heard Telemachus jerking it and quietly moaning "father" and "daddy" to himself? What if he was awake right now? Telemachus had to stop himself, the idea turning him on a bit too much. His hand moved faster with each message, already feeling himself getting close once more. However, his hole was feeling empty, so he needed to use his fingers. Of course, they weren't enough. He needed his father's touch, or his father's -

 

Baby Boy🩵: i need ur dick in me so bad...please...I need u to fill me up  please until I can't breathe

 

Odysseus came back to himself, swearing softly as he read the messages from his son. Fuck, always so needy. For him. He was pretty sure that no one else would ever make his son pant like he did, would never make him writhe beneath him, and would most certainly never make him cum like Odysseus did. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: I need you too, kiddo. Fuck, I need you so bad right now. I just came all over my hand but it’s not enough. 

Odaddyus❤️: Want to put my dick inside you. Feel your little boypussy clench and milk me dry.  

 

He wasn’t touching himself, he had to wait for himself to recover, but he still felt the want.  

 

Odaddyus❤️: If I could, I’d make the thirty minute drive to your campus right now. Climb in through your window and fuck you hard. You’d have to keep quiet so your roommate doesn’t hear. What do you think they’d say if they saw you cumming on your daddys dick?

 

If Telemachus could have typed some quip back, he would have.  However, reading those messages and the absolutely filthy mouth his father had, had him reaching over the edge.

 

Baby Boy🩵: m cumming;!

 

"Oh, fuck! "

He whisper-moaned to himself, letting out a "daddy" or two as he came in his hand for a second time. He was so unbelievably hot...like he was very warm and his dad was making him feel warm and hot and a whole bunch of other shit Telemachus couldn't really form a coherent thought on.

He panted for a moment, trying to catch his breath once more. Fuck, fuck he missed this. He wished more than anything that his father was here, not to just fuck him senseless, but also just to hold him. 

 

Baby Boy🩵: you should. wanna see u

Baby Boy🩵: and ur dick

 

Odysseus had to physically pull himself back from licking his phone screen. It was just two words, written terribly, but turned him on enough that his cock gave a twitch. 

He glanced down at himself, surprised that his body was trying to go again. Of course, it would still take a while until he could get it completely up. 

Maybe even thirty minutes.

It’s a bad idea. A terrible, stupid, horny idea but Odysseus can’t help but wonder if he should. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: That’s so hot. Fuck, Telem. Cumming over your hand, got me so worked up I might just come over. 

 

His thumbs hover over the screen, hesitant. He didn’t have work tomorrow and Penelope wasn’t expected to be home until a few days. Plus, if he recalled his schedule correctly, Telemachus didn’t have classes until later in the day. Hmm. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: …

Odaddyus❤️: Do you want me to come over?

 

Chapter 2: bedding

Notes:

Another chapter woohoo! Not sure if we'll be able to stick to the weekly schedule but it's nice to pretend I think 🙂‍↕️

Before the messages had even been sent to his phone, Telemachus heard ringing from another phone in the room. 

His roommate's.

His heart beating a million miles a minute, he quickly closed his texts and opened up YouTube. The phone kept ringing as he chose a random video from his subscriber's feed - one of Hermes' videos, sure. The phone rang once more before Telemachus heard his roommate shifting above him. There was some quiet, groggy talking until there was a clearer "What? No, I'll be right there."

His roommate was clearly attempting to get down off of his bunk without bothering Telemachus, until he realized he was still awake just watching videos.

"Hey Tele?"

"Peisi? Everything ok?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah."

His voice was clearly shaky, but Telemachus wasn't going to push him, especially not now.

"I've gotta head out," he continued, "probably won't be back for the night."

Oh. Well. This was convenient. 

"Oh, uh, yeah of course. Good luck, be safe."

There were muffled sounds of Peisistratus getting his stuff together before he opened the door and left. Telemachus sat in the quiet for a moment, heart still beating out of his chest. O...kay. Okay. Right. Okay! He immediately opened up his phone, and his jaw nearly dropped when he saw his father's messages.

 

Baby Boy🩵: so

Baby Boy🩵: uh

Baby Boy🩵: my roommate just had what I'm pretty sure was an incredibly convenient family emergency and won't be back all night. so.

Baby Boy🩵: hell fucking yes.

 

He had a test and two essays due tomorrow, but he was entirely prepared for both. They were also afternoon classes, and Telemachus was nothing if not one to take an opportunity when it was so clearly presented to him.

Odysseus was actually only half joking when he sent that text,so his eyes blinked slowly as he stared at the screen. He’s gotta be the luckiest and most depraved dad in the world. 

 

Odaddyus❤️: I’m on my way. 

Odaddyus❤️: Prepare yourself for me, why don’t you. Three fingers, hell four if you can, but don’t cum. 

 

He was confident that his son would obey his commands, his little boy was so good at following orders. Odysseus jumped out of bed, stumbling a little as he tripped over his boxers. He managed to catch himself at the last moment, hoisting them up and hissing as the fabric rubs against his still sensitive dick. 

He found the first pair of sweats and loose sweatshirt he could find, throwing them on haphazardly while he looked for a pair of socks — did they match? No, but that was hardly on Odysseus’ priority list. The loafers were barely on as he walked out the door. 

He does quickly run back inside to grab his car keys that he definitely did not forget, and then locks the door behind him. He doesn’t think about bringing a condom. They won’t be using one. 

Telemachus kicked his feet and giggled to himself. Yes, he thought, I won. He reads over his father's text again, trying to quell his smile and get serious. He'd never done more than two, so he needed to focus and not sit here like a little schoolgirl waiting for her date to show up.

Telemachus wondered what his dad would do if he just walked up to him in a skimpy schoolgirl outfit one day, completely unprompted. He would have to put a pin in that one. 

He searched around in his bed for his lube — easily lost within the blankets, but eventually found. He actually decided to just say ‘fuck it’ to the blankets, since he didn't have anyone to hide from now and it was getting too hot anyways. 

After squirting a bit onto his fingers, he positioned himself and slowly began to insert one. This part was easy, and in no time he was thrusting it in and out as he let out little moans. If he was being honest, since being with his father it had been much easier to use two fingers himself, even still there was resistance adding the second. He bit his lip, needing more. It was two fingers, but it wasn't his father’s two fingers. They weren't big enough, so he attempted a third finger.

Odysseus remembered vaguely the directions to the university. Of course, the last time he dropped Telemachus off was in broad daylight but this wasn't really any different. He’d made the trip plenty of times in the dark twenty years ago. 

It was agony having to restrain himself. His cock was half hard but he refused to grope himself. He wouldn’t be able to cum again tonight if he did, and he’d really like to do it inside his son. The thought of Telemachus fingering himself for him got him to shift gears and drive fifteen over the speed limit instead of five. 

Odysseus made it there with surprising speed, parking his car in the guest lot and walking briskly to his son’s dorm. He wasn’t kidding about climbing in through the window, but luckily Telemachus lived on the first floor.

His dad would be so proud of him, Telemachus thought, smiling to himself as he kept thrusting his fingers into him. He curled them, trying to get just that right angle, but was unable to do it himself, at least not right now. He moaned pathetically to himself, wanting his dad to be here to help, to make him feel good. He couldn't help but let out a faint whisper of a moan as he tried to make himself feel as good as his dad could.

“Father, please.”

Now, Odysseus is a patient man. He waited ten years to see his family when he was sent to the military, and another ten when he was kidnapped by the government. That time is nothing. However, watching his son fuck himself with his fingers through the half open window was throwing all of his patience out the window. 

Telemachus on his knees with his back to him, arm wrenched behind him and pistoning three fingers in and out of his slutty hole…

Odysseus could no longer call himself a patient man. Especially not when he heard his son call out for him. Not ‘Daddy’ or ‘Odysseus’ (he’s banned from calling Odysseus that since the time he did and Odysseus couldn’t get the image of his wife out of his head) but ‘Father’. Something that shouldn’t have any sexual connotations whatsoever. 

It shouldn’t be turning him on, but it is. And it definitely shouldn’t be making him slowly and quietly open the window more so he can climb through. 

He blamed his old age, he wasn't as young as he used to be. He stumbled and fell from the windowsill onto the floor with a grunt. 

“Fuck, ow.”

Telemachus jumped, fingers slipping out of him as he ended up face first into his sheets. He scrambled to cover himself, at first forgetting the whole reason any of this was happening. However, after he saw his father on the ground in front of him, he relaxed a little bit. 

Wait, what?

"Oh my gods, Dad are you okay??" 

Telemachus quickly got up, forgetting that he was naked from the waist down, and walked over to where Odysseus lay on the ground. He kneeled down, placing a comforting hand on his back.

Odysseus groaned and blinked, seeing the prettiest sight. His son leaning over him with concern and a very, very erect and naked bottom half. It sobered him up pretty quickly. 

“Hey, Telem. I’m alright, I’m alright. Just not as young as I once was.”  

He wasn’t very fond of the way his son snickered at that, but took the hand that Telemachus offered him and helped him stand up. He also noticed that the hand was slick with lube and, when he was standing upright, brought it to his mouth to taste, moaning when he realized it was the same hand that was around his son’s cock and inside his hole.

It definitely still shocked Telemachus every time he saw his father acting like...this. It wasn't a bad thing and absolutely turned him on more, but he was still just...getting used to it. Because his father never acted like this in front of him because why would  he? Odysseus was always...just a dad. He was caring but stern in all the ways a dad should be, but still let Telemachus be a little bit more rebellious than his mom usually let him be. Telemachus had actually seen a lot of himself in his dad - which, yeah, made sense, but that...that definitely didn't just stop at the PG stuff.

So, yeah, watching his dad suck on his finger and moaning honestly sort of like a whore at the taste threw him off ever so slightly. Even though he's sure that's definitely not the first time it's happened. 

"Well, hello to you too, Dad..." 

He cracked a smile, looking down at him.

Odysseus returned the smile, maybe groaning a little for show as he swallowed the taste of his son. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and wiped them on his son’s shirt.  

“Hey, kiddo. I missed you.” He pulled Telemachus in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. And it was true, he had missed his son. Sure it had only been a few weeks since he saw him last, but it’s been torture. That’s his little boy!

And sure he’d also been missing seeing his son get on his knees and suck him off but first and foremost; Odysseus was his dad, and he just wanted to hold his son close to him. And maybe fuck him on the side. He breathed in his son’s hair and slid his knee between his son’s legs ‘accidentally’.

Telemachus could feel the flush returning back to his face as his father hugged him. The innocent emotions tied with missing his father and the depraved emotions tied with missing sex with his father were getting all mixed up into one big weird soup of feelings. He didn't really have time to think about that, however, because he became hyper aware of two things that happened in very quick succession of each other. 

Telemachus was incredibly thankful that his father was just as strange at showing affection as he was. Breathing in his hair and smell in general wasn't even the weirdest thing but it made him feel loved in a way that nobody else had made him feel before. The keeping tabs on him, the physical affection that was never too much, but just teetering on the edge of obsessive. That one time Odysseus watched him for an entire night when he thought Telemachus was asleep.

That one was actually kind of weird, but only because he couldn't imagine not being able to fall asleep once throughout the entire night. And he only knew because Odysseus flat out told him when he had asked. It was comforting to Telemachus knowing that his father cared for him in that way, but wished he would focus on taking care of himself as well.

The second thing Telemachus noticed is the not-so-subtle movement of his father's knee, rubbing directly up against his erection. Instinctively, he began to move, grinding on Odysseus' leg like he was some sort of dog. He even let out a little whine like one too as his face made it's home in the crook of his father's neck.

"I missed you, too..."

Odysseus huffed, his heart clenching a little. No matter what, even if they didn’t have this fucked up incestual relationship, Telemachus would always be his little boy. 

His son slowly grinding on his knee was just making Odysseus even more hot and bothered, his own erection almost at full mast now. He tugged Telemachus’ hair gently and guided him to his mouth. He kissed his son with tenderness, nibbling on his bottom lip when he wanted to deepen it. He outright moaned when Telemachus allowed him inside. 

He missed kissing his son, tasting that pure and bratty mouth on his tongue. Telemachus wasn’t the only one who had a filthy mouth and silver tongue. He spoke up in between kisses,

“Want to be inside you so bad, kiddo.”

A shuddered moan escapes Telemachus' mouth, his face turning back up into a smile. He could act bratty and childish all he wanted, but he could never hide his true happiness whenever he got to be near his dad. 

"Fuck, Father...can I call you Father?"

The first part was a genuine moan escaping, but the second part of his sentence was absolutely meant to be sarcastic — as if he were calling someone a nickname he had just come up with himself.

Telemachus was also wasting no time helping his father undress, reaching underneath his hoodie to pull it up.

“You can call me father, dad, daddy, whatever you like, kiddo. So long as you’re moaning it, I don’t care,” Odysseus said, shucking his hoodie on the floor. 

His smile widened when Telemachus stopped and stared at his chest. He knew what his son liked, and apparently it’s his bountiful chest. He’d been a little self conscious about it at first. Gaining weight when he returned home was healthy, but he still felt guilty about being able to have so much while he knew so many others had so little. But his wife and son were quick to put those fears aside. He guessed that Penelope’s love for his tits was generational. 

Odysseus leaned over and shucked his sweats and boxers down, stepping out of them so that he was completely nude. He looked pointedly at his son’s shirt. 

“Wanna take off your shirt, kiddo? Don’t wanna get it dirty.”

Gods. Gods. How was his dad so hot? And perfect? And gorgeous? Telemachus almost forgot that they were in the middle of something because he was so immediately distracted by his dad's body. It was chubby in all the right places, and much better looking than the seemingly starved man who showed up at their door nearly a year ago.

Had it really been a year? Already? Jesus.

"Could you help me, Daddy?" Telemachus asked, looking back at his father's face and making the most innocent face he could, "I don't think I can do it myself..."

Fuck. His son making his voice higher and giving him those puppy-dog eyes was going to be the death of him, he just knew it. Odysseus nodded and licked his lips.

“Of course, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Daddy will help you.”

He gently took the bottom of Telemachus’ shirt and started to pull up. He gave himself a show, sensually and slowly pulling the shirt up to reveal his stomach. Telemachus had some muscle on him, but he’s more toned than a six pack. Some fat, too, to show that he was still eating well. Good, he’d hate to have his boy be without food. There was a small amount of stomach hair, but nothing much — not compared to himself. He nodded to Telemachus to lift his arms, which he does like the good little boy he is. 

He tossed the shirt to the floor, letting it join the rest of their clothes. He didn’t hold back and ran his hands along his son’s arms and stomach, groaning at feeling that soft skin beneath him. 

“Good job, kiddo. You did so well! Such a big boy! You think you can get on the bed now? On your hands and knees for Daddy?”

"Mhm!"

Telemachus nodded happily. Something about his father actually being here made it easier and quicker for him to fall into sub space, versus just texting and being a little shit about things for the fun of it. Maybe it was the years without a father, but hearing his dad say those words out loud in his voice just...triggered something in him, every time. 

He listened like a good boy, climbing onto his mattress and staying on his hands and knees. He may have also done a bit of a butt wiggle, sticking his ass out juuuust enough to let Odysseus know that it was definitely on purpose. 

"Like this, Daddy?"

Drooling. Absolutely salivating at the mouth. Odysseus had to blink himself from his stupor of staring at his son’s winking hole. 

“Yes, good job, kiddo. You’re so good at obeying your daddy.”

He grinned as he watched the shiver wrack over his son’s body. He loved it when Telemachus went into his little subspace. And sure, maybe Odysseus felt a little bad about maybe sometimes using specific phrases, tone, or words to trigger his son into getting into this headspace, but he missed so much of his growing up. In a way, this just made him able to connect with his son more. 

And also fuck his little boy hole while he cried for his daddy. So maybe Odysseus wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that stop him from making the both of them feel good. 

He walked just behind his son, thumb brushing over his hole. “Can Daddy fuck your little boy hole, sweet joy?”

Sweet Joy.

He'd loved that nickname since the moment Odysseus used it, and Telemachus figured that it was simply because it was the first thing he called him besides  "my son". A name given to him before his father even called him by his name, and somehow  it stuck in a way most others didn't. It gave him a feeling deeper than platonic love, romance, or even lust. It burrowed a hole deep within his heart and soul and spread through his veins whenever his father spoke it aloud.

So Telemachus shuddered at the name, and subsequently the feeling of Odysseus' thumb. He instinctively moved backwards as if his body was telling Odysseus to just do it already. 

“Please, Daddy. I want you to make me feel good..."

He looked behind himself at his father, clearly desperate for it.

Odysseus thought he was the sweetest thing, putting his trust in his father. He couldn’t help but feel his heart clench a little. He’d do anything for his boy, and that included doing whatever Telemachus needed of him. Like fucking his slutty hole. 

“Of course, sweet joy. Anything for you.”

He leaned over and kissed Telemachus’ shoulder blades, then got himself situated behind Telemachus on his knees. The bed was a bit small but they’d make do — they’ve fucked in more precarious positions before. 

He grabbed the lube and made sure to pour a generous amount over his hard cock. He didn’t bother to be careful with Telemachus’ bedsheets and blankets, the stain of his own cum from earlier already having ruined the bed. Naughty, naughty. 

Once he deemed himself slick enough, he guided his cock between Telemachus’ ass cheeks. He groaned as he braced the head of his cock against his son’s begging rim. 

“Daddy’s going to go slow? M’kay? Make sure you tell him if he needs to stop or go slower or whatever you need, kiddo. Okay?”

He waited for Telemachus to nod, too deep in his subspace to respond properly, and started to push in. He went painfully slow, but it’s been a while since he’d breached his son and he wants it to feel as good for Telemachus as it did for him. 

And fuck, does it feel good. It was his cock’s second home (the first one being Penelope’s cunt) and he was welcomed with open arms. 

“Fuck, Telem. You’re sucking me in so well. Good job, kiddo.”

Telemachus let out an involuntary whine, drawn out and probably far too loud. He was lucky that his dorm was one of the corners, so at least the wall his bed was on had nothing but brick on the other side. That did not stop him from biting his lip in an attempt to keep his mouth shut. 

He pushed back, wanting more of his father's cock inside of him faster. Just the way Odysseus was talking to him could probably make him cum if he hadn't done it twice already, so he was impatient and simply acting on impulse.

"Mm...mmore..."

“More?” Odysseus groaned. Telemachus was squeezing tight around him, his little boy hole just begging for as much as he could take (which was all of Odysseus). 

“You sure, kiddo?”

Odysseus rolled his hips, giving his son exactly what he was asking for. Telemachus keened loudly, one side of his cheek pressed against the side of his bed. He was drooling, eyes glazed over with a vacant yet pleased look on his face. Odysseus huffed softly. He was out, or at least, in that space in his mind that was just happy. He looked good like this. 

Penelope always said he was an anxious boy, and if getting his ass obliterated by his father was what got him to come out of his shell more, then Odysseus would gladly fuck him until those anxieties were no more. 

With a final and sharp thrust, he hilted himself into his son.

Telemachus quickly moved his head so the yelp he made was muffled by the bed. Fuck. Fuck. Gods, his father was so big and he missed having his dick inside of him and his brain was honestly only thinking those same thoughts over and over again.

“Daddy…” Telemachus exclaimed dreamily, somewhere between a whine and a moan. 

"Daddy I missed you so much...my hole was so lonely without you...hah..."

He tried pushing himself farther onto Odysseus, earning that secret last nudge that really had him going. He whined out once more, this time more of a desperate whisper.

"Ohhh fuck Daddy you're so big...fuck..."

“Telem… sweet joy… fuck,” Odysseus huffed. He draped himself over Telemachus, stilling him with his weight and basked in the feeling. 

Telemachus’ hole was going to work, clenching hard around him and trying to shift back to get him to move. And Odysseus was going to, but it had been so long (a few weeks!) since he was inside of his son, and he thought that he deserved to relish in the feeling. 

And what a feeling it was. His son was perfect for him, carved for his very cock. Telemachus kept moaning and begging into his bedding, sometimes finding the strength to mumble from the side of his mouth. 

Odysseus couldn’t help but grope every inch of his son’s body that he could, marvelling at how—

“Beautiful,” he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Telemachus. I love you.” He gave an experimental roll of his hips.

"I love you too, fa- ah! F-father..."

The husky whispers of Odysseus' praise sent shivers down his spine, and even just one small movement was enough to cut his sentence midway through. 

"Mmmmm, mm'beautiful for you, father," Telemachus attempted to get out, but his cheek smushed against the bed made it hard to speak coherently. That, and his father's dick up his ass, and the way his father touched him, and the way his father did anything at all actually. He wasn't sure how he had gotten so lucky as to have a dad like him, even if he had been gone for most of his life. Being taken care of like this, treated like he was the most important boy in the world made up for all of it. 

This was how a father was supposed to take care of a son, he thought. Nobody else was able to have the special bond that they had, and Telemachus treasured that with his life.

Odysseus, confident that his son was ready, pulled his hips back so that half of his dick was outside of his son. He gave Telemachus a small pat on his ass before pushing back inside of him. 

It wasn’t so fast that it knocked the wind out of Telemachus, but both of them did huff and groan when Odysseus sheathed himself completely inside of him. 

“M gonna start to go faster, alright sweet joy?” He didn’t really wait for Telemachys to answer him. He had waited long enough to fuck his son and he planned on letting himself indulge. 

Odysseus gripped Telemachus’ hips gently but firmly and pulled his cock out again, pushing it back inside with a little more force. He repeated these motions a few more times until he found a rhythm that he liked. 

And from the sound of it; Telemachus liked it too.

Oh gods, he needed this. Telemachus was already a mess, melting into the mattress as if his father's pounding were turning him into jelly. Which, it very honestly might have been. 

"Just like that Daddy, gods."

He pushed back against Odysseus' thrusts, trying his best to keep in rhythm with him. The way Telemachus was moaning was downright obscene, and he wasn’t even doing it on purpose this time.

"M’ I taking you well Daddy? M’ I doing good for you?"

It usually went like this, with Telemachus falling into subspace and immediately losing all ability to keep quiet. It had almost gotten them caught a number of times, and now was no exception.

“You’re doing so good for Daddy,” Odysseus said. He thrusted again and Telemachus moaned. 

He was, however, being so gods damned loud. Odysseus grunted as his balls slapped against Telemachus’ taunt. He’d always been like this, since the first night they fucked. At first Odysseus just thought it was because it was Telemachus’ first time. But no, his son was just very very vocal. It was cute, but he needed to learn to be a bit quieter. 

Of course, the sounds only spurred Odysseus to go harder and boosted his ego. But he didn’t want his son to get kicked out of his dorms for getting his guys rearranged by his daddy, so he leaned over and found his neck. He gave his son a small squeeze, Telemachus’ hole squeezing tight around him, before he reached up and found his mouth. 

The moans and whimpers were muffled and Odysseus couldn’t help but find that hot too, feeling his son’s tongue lap at his palm subconsciously and moan into his hand. 

With only one hand to stabilize his hip, Odysseus canted his hips up, searching for…

He knows he must have found it when Telemachus squealed loudly and began to grind back desperately into his cock. 

“Aw, did Daddy find your big boy button?” Odysseus asked, doing the same motion again just to feel Telemachus shake around him.

A goofy smile crossed Telemachus' face as he leaned into Odysseus' wrist with his cheek, taking the gesture as more of an act of physical affection rather than one of "shut the fuck up before you get us both in trouble". 

He must have bit his lip so hard that he drew blood, attempting to stifle the yelps that were escaping him. Each thrust made his body seize up momentarily, as if the sensation was making his body short circuit. A slurry of words that were mostly indistinguishable from each other fell from his mouth, but Odysseus could mainly pick out "fuck" and "daddy" — each syllable emphasized by a thrust from his father.

"Yes! Oh gods, r-right there...!"

His words were drawn out into moans as he desperately tried to take in more, drool leaking from his mouth as he did so. The feeling of being impossibly stretched out by his daddy's dick was bringing him dangerously close to the edge and he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to last.

Odysseus could tell that his boy was close to cumming. He could feel the way that his moans were turning into punched out gasps, his words unintelligible. 

He was slobbering like a puppy, which was downright adorable. 

“Gonna cum, kiddo?” Odysseus draped his body over his son’s, moving just a little bit faster. He was getting close too, but he was determined to make his baby boy feel good first. 

His hand reached around to Telemachus’ dick, wrapping his fingers around it. He started to pump in time with his thrusts and by the way that he was tensing up, he could tell that his son was going to cum any second.

“Gonna cum on Daddy’s hand? Come on, be a big boy and cum. Just for Daddy. Come on, kiddo, cum for Daddy.”

"Cum in me, please Daddy, I-"

It's barely even a moment before Telemachus bursts, Odysseus' words and the feeling of his hand driving him over the edge.

“Daddy!”

He saw white, pressing his face into Odysseus' hand and the bed like his life depended on it (which, technically speaking, it kind of did). Hot strings of white shot out of him, landing unceremoniously on his father's hands, and all over his sheets. He was still chasing his high, however, continuing to rut into the cum stained bed as best as he could.

Odysseus coaxed as much of his son’s orgasm as he could, drawing it out. He kept his hand pumping until Telemachus started to whine uncomfortably from overstimulation. 

He looked so gorgeous, face pressed against his bed and rubbing it over the sheets to try and distract himself from the overwhelming feeling of coming down from his high. He was still grinding back into him and Odysseus groaned as he felt the final shockwaves of his son’s hole rippling around him. 

“Almost there, kiddo. Daddy’s almost done. Just a lil more, m’kay? Can you hold on a little bit more? For Daddy?”

Odysseus had both hands on his hips and went faster, unrhythmic as he chased his own high. Telemachus keened loudly, his body shaking and clenching from overstimulation. 

Odysseus made it all of four more thrusts before he started grunting and pushing his cock as deep as it would go. He groaned just as loud as Telemachus as his cock spurted out glob after glob of cum. 

He rode out his orgasm, grinding into Telemachus as if he could fill up the womb that he didn’t have. That thought got another spray of cum and spike of pleasure, feeding Telemachus more incestual seed. 

“Fuck, Telem!” He grunted.

When Odysseus was done, his body relaxed, finally spent. He pressed chaste kisses along Telemachus’ back and shoulders, murmuring softly to him. 

“So good, you did so well. Love you so much my sweet joy. A thousand times over. My previous boy. Good boy.”

Telemachus was honestly so overstimulated he barely even registered that he was getting bred. He was a jumbled up mixture of gasps and strangled whimpers by the time Odysseus was done, and after a moment settled into quiet, broken moans as he came down from the excitement.

Telemachus was...overwhelmed. And tired. He was exhausted and spent and wanted to keep his daddy inside because holy shit if he moves even one bit it's way too much.

All the boy was able to convey, however, was a single whine, 

“Stay…s-stay..."

Odysseus paused his butterfly kisses to the back of Telemachus’ neck and hooked his chin over Telemachus’ shoulder, making sure to be the one bearing the weight. 

“Hmm?” He asked.

Telemachus couldn’t seem to quite respond to him, hanging his head and clenching his ass around him. Now, Odysseus knew that Telemachus wasn’t asking for another round, he didn’t even look like he was going to be able to stay awake for much longer. He figured his son just didn’t want him to leave, which he was happy to comply with. Odysseus huffed softly, nuzzling into his son’s cheek.

“Of course, kiddo. I’ll stay with you all night.” He glanced at the bed, then at his almost prone son. 

“Okay, it’s going to be a little much for a few moments. Daddy just needs to move us so we can lay on the bed. Okay, kiddo?”

Telemachus made a very neutral sounding groan that could have meant "okay" or "god dammit". Maybe it was both. Odysseus huffed with a smile, but when he tried to pull out of his son, that hole clamped around him tighter as his son whimpered. 

“Oh, that’s what you meant. Oh, baby,” Odysseus said softly. “Daddy will stay inside too. Okay kiddo?”

Telemachus barely nodded but Odysseus wasn't worried — he usually got like this after a brutal fucking. Someplace deep inside his mind. He was cute like this and, he could, Odysseus would keep Telemachus forever like this. Although he did also like it when his son was his bratty, sassy self. He loved all parts of Telemachus. 

He maneuvered them gently. Telemachus whimpered a little bit, but Odysseus cooed softly and gave him a soothing kiss. He got them so that they were both lying on the bed on their sides, Odysseus spooning Telemachus. 

“That’s better, yeah?” 

It was a little awkward getting into position, but Telemachus was able to make it to a comfortable spot with his father’s help. He gave a little nod to the question, then tried to scoot slightly closer without getting too overwhelmed, and was (mostly) successful outside of maybe a small wince.

This was nice. This was good. Being in his father's arms was one of his favorite activities, especially  after sex. It made him feel all warm and floaty on the inside, because it was a reminder that his dad really was still here, and that he wasn't going anywhere. It felt like every trouble he ever had melted away with his father's touch, leaving nothing but comfort, safety, and love.

Odysseus wrapped an arm around Telemachus’ waist, then nuzzled his face into his neck.

“Daddy loves being inside of you. Loves holding you. You’re the best son a dad could ask for. I love you, Telem.”

The flurry of praises made Telemachus’ heart do little flips, the best son? It definitely wasn't the first time Odysseus had said that, but it still made him feel butterflies every time. He smiled to himself, unable to hold back a little head shake of happiness.

"Love you too, Daddy."

A pause,

"You're the best father a son could ask for. I love you so much"

“Oh, kiddo,” Odysseus pressed a deep kiss into his hair, inhaling. He smelled of sex and too much cologne. The same kind that Odysseus liked to use and, if he were to look on the nightstand, he’d see his missing bottle. 

“Love you forever and ever. Now get some sleep, m’kay? That was a lot. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.”

It wasn't really too hard to follow that command, Telemachus was kind of honestly already halfway there. He gave as best of a nod and "mhm" as he could, his eyes already closed and ready for sleep.

It hit him when they're both just perfectly comfortable that he was kinda cold now, and he realized that there was no blanket on top of them. He groaned with a tired exhaustion, dragging his arm from his side and letting it flop lazily (and a little dramatically) onto the bed.

"Blanket."

He was so cute. Odysseus chuckled and reached blindly for the blanket that was strewn at the end of the bed. Once he found it, he draped it over the both of them, making sure that most of it covered Telemachus. 

Telemachus sighed contentedly and Odysseus pressed a final kiss to his hair before he heard his son start to snore loudly. He was just like his mother in that regard too. 

He shifted so that he was a little more comfortable and used the arm not wrapped around Telemachus’ middle as a pillow. It was easy for him to fall asleep with his heart and cock being warmed by his son.