Joyous Sunrise

By goldvee

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Beneath the duvet of a worn bed, a muffled jingle and heavy breathing breaks the silence of the room.  Riiko snores softly, one arm up over his head, covering an eye.  

“Mmh.. “ He mumbles, the tinkling sound of a bell waking him. He shifts a little in his bed before cracking an eye open.  A nightlight near the bed barely illuminates the room. “Nnh.. Joy.. It’s not even daylight yet..”

Biting his bottom lip, Riiko starts to quiver. “Joy.. go back to sleep, dear...” he whispers, lifting the covers up and looking down at his nude body and the equally nude form of his son.  Sighing, full of mixed emotions, he stares down at a much smaller vee between his legs. ‘Just let him have his fun...’ he thought, watching those little paws wrap around his morning wood. 

“Joy... You’re so spoiled...” Riiko huffs, feeling his son kissing along his length, licking the pulsing rod, tongue travelling from base to tip. Laying his head back, he moans, getting serviced under the sheets.

Steadily, Joyce stroked along his father's cock, totally enthralled. Lapping over the tip, he tenderly squeezed, working for his morning milk. “Daddy, you taste so good..” he whispers, gripping harder, making Riiko’s shaft throb involuntarily. 

Riiko parts his legs invitingly, enjoying the view of his son slipping his lips around the tip of his member.  Shivers ran down his spine, feeling the warm muscle on his glans. Sliding a paw between his son’s ears, he lovingly pets along the top of his head.

“Nnh.. Go ahead..” Riiko groans sleepily, hips moving upward, shaft being swallowed by his son. He sighs, gripping the sheets, bunching them up, and pulling the fabric taut. Body tensing, he listened to the wet slurping of Joy taking the entirety of his cock into his hungry mouth. 

Joyce grinds his nose into his father's musky pubic fur, enticed, little length twitching against the sheets. Eagerly he rubbed his tongue along the underside, anticipating his treat, enthusiastically swallowing everything he could.

Scooting himself backwards against the satin sheets, Riiko leaned against the upholstered headboard with Joyce still glued to his crotch. Stroking through his son’s golden blonde hair, the little bell tied in it jingles. “Enjoying yourself?” Smiling, Riiko asked, feeling a sensual stroking along his inner thigh.

Squeezing his paw around the base of his father’s length, Joyce tried to hold Riiko still while bobbing his head, slurping and sucking. Exuberantly wagging his tail, he knocked the blanket off the bed, the soft flump of it piling on the carpet audible over the sounds of morning oral. Pulling away from his daddy’s dick, he looked up at his father, sharing blissful expressions before returning to his favorite toy.

“Nnf.. Joy...” Riiko groaned, head tilting back, pre spilling from his pulsing shaft, and feeding his son. “Always so eager..” Jaw agape, he rocked his hips, lewdly smacking them against Joyce’s muzzle.

Listening intently to his father’s moans, he noticed a change in pitch. Joyce pulled back, focusing on the tip of Riiko’s cock, impatiently working for the familiar milk. He felt a grip on his soft hair, firmly pulling him in, sheathing dick into his throat over and over.  Excitement bubbling, he closed his eyes, savouring the taste of that large shaft throbbing in his maw.

Arching his back, Riiko curls his toes, hips bucking, and flooding Joyce’s mouth with seed.  His paw bunches up, holding his boy, erratically fucking into his greedily nursing mouth. Biting his lip, he tries and fails to hold back his loud moaning; heat rushes through him and into his boy’s belly, “F-fuuck!!”

Desperately, Joyce sealed his lips around the spurting cock, drinking every drop.  As jets of berry flavored cum lance against his throat, satisfaction spreads through him. Oversized ears folding back against his head, he guzzles the sweet cum he craved so much. A shudder reverberated through him, father releasing his head.  Taking over, he ground his nose into his father's crotch, deepthroating him and whining around it, taking in his strong scent. Grinding his little prick needily against the sheets, he expends his immature load against them.

Sunlight starts spilling into the room, as Riiko finishes unloading into Joyce’s muzzle.  “N-nngh... ” Blushing faintly, he noticed the scent of his son’s semen lingering in the air. He huffed it in, and watched that tiny muzzle slip from his cock.  “Never satisfied, huh?” he teased, seeing Joyce roll onto his back, lifting his legs and grabbing his ankles.  He grins at the sight of the cream colored bottom, tiny bone twitching excitedly on Joy’s belly, and drooling onto the matching fur.

“Daaaddy!” Joyce whines, tail thumping impatiently against the bed. Letting go of a leg, he spread his cheeks, revealing his winking pink hole. Running his digits over the wet spot in the sheets, he scooped up his thin nectar to lube himself up.
“Haa.. I know, I know... Papa just needs a moment to catch his breath.” Riiko sighed, falling behind Joyce's youthful energy.  Sitting up on his knees, he scoots forward towards him.  “Alright... C’mere sweetie,” Grinning, he tugs his son closer by his hip, watching his boy squirm excitedly under his body, replacing those fingers with his slick tip to the clenching hole.  “Ready muffin?”

Joy released his other leg, letting it hook over Riiko’s shoulder, toying with his mane, and vigorously nodding.  “Uh huh, uh huh!” he squealed, tail batting between his father’s legs. Gritting his teeth, he tensed, feeling himself spread open.  Fur standing on end, and muscles stretching to accommodate, he felt the warmth sinking deeper into him.

Silky smooth walls hug Riiko’s shaft, spasming uncontrollably around him. Joyce writhed as he hilted him, his prick bouncing cutely on his belly. “S-settle down sweetie..” He grunts, watching him grip the sheets. “Shh.. It’s okay...I’ll start slow like usual.” Stilling himself for a moment, he sighed, tinkling the bell in his son’s hair, his shuddering subsiding.

Whimpering, Joy felt his insides shift. He rubbed his belly, feeling his father's pulsing length bulging through his fur. Sporadically, his muscles clenched. “I-I’m okay Papa... K-keep going...”

Slipping an arm under Joyce's back, Riiko knocked his leg off its perch over his shoulder, and lifted him into his lap, cradling him and massaging his soft rear. “Nnh… My little Joy” 

Joyce sat on his daddy’s dick, hugging him with all four limbs. “Ha... D-daddy...” He bucks his hips, bouncing gently on Riiko’s lap, whining needily, thick shaft spreading, stretching him wide open. The difference in their size helped his father stimulate his prostate with every thrust.  He clung to him, moaning ecstatically, his little cocklet dribbling pre while they played.

“Ha.. That’s it.. ” Riiko huffs, making love to his son, balls tapping his tush.  He held him protectively, shamelessly groping, squishing Joy’s throbbing prick between them. Panting heavily, naughty noises escape them, driving them deeper into lust.

Sinking himself further into Riiko’s embrace, Joyce pushes his lips to his dad’s.  Parting them, he could feel his maw invaded, his father’s larger muscle wrestling with his.  A muffled moan slips between them, still grinding his stiffy into the cream colored belly fluff.  Entwining his tail lovingly with his father’s, he relaxed fully; letting him have his way with his unresisting body, using him as he saw fit. Their movements weaken the self done tie, letting his bell fall onto the bed.

Tousling Joyce’s floof, Riiko gently pushed him prone.  He landed with a springy bounce, the saliva connecting their lips turning into a cool dribble of drool.  Strong paws wrapping around his waist, he tugged him hard into his thrusts.  Rutting him as hard as he could, he slams his swollen knot against his son’s hole.  Gritting his teeth, he feels his knot stretching him wide open. Pulling once more by his hips, hard, he buries it completely. 

Joyce's eyes widen, knot plopping in and assaulting his prostate, entire body rocking.  Muscles tensing, he grips the sheets, tugging them off the mattress, and arching his back, heat rushing through his body.  “P-Papaaa!!” Voice cracking, his tiny length flexing, clear ribbons of immature seed spurt across his body.  Clamping down on the fullness buried inside, stars blossom in his vision, a sense of pure bliss overtaking him. 

Warm sunlight crept up Riiko's body, mixing with the rising heat inside, bliss surging through him, their hips locked, spilling his seed into Joyce. Falling forwards onto all fours, drool drips from his panting tongue and onto his son's face, staining it a darker golden color. Flooding his bowels with thick, creamy semen, he growls, forcing his hips back into motion and fucking through the trailing end of his climax, and satisfying an unexplainable need that Joyce didn’t yet understand.

“Good morning Joy.”