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"Does it matter? For a while, I knew your feelings towards me. The way you look and talk to me. This is our way of accepting our own blood, and how we initiate them in sex." said Kratos running a finger across his jaw, kissing, and pecking at the flesh of his neck. Lloyd closed his eyes still wondering if he should do this or not. However, he wanted his father to except him. He felt the ground on his back and Kratos continued to play with his neck.
"But why? Isn't this wrong?" asked Lloyd trying to keep composure.
"No and I don't care after I lost your mother, I thought I had lost you. That is when my world ended. Then I find you alive and well and realized what if I lose you again? Then I started falling in love with my own son! I do not care if it is wrong, as long as I can be their to protect you. I want to be by your side. Moreover, in Elvin families it does not matter it is hard to find a pure good Elf, and they do not concern themselves with gay, and if they are related. Many families like to keep it in the family. It doesn't harm their offspring nor does it affect them in anyway." said Kratos going down on Lloyd again and devouring him in a deep kiss.
Lloyd didn't say anything but let his father have his way with him instead. Part of him really wanted this too, and if his father did not care then neither would he. Lloyd closed his eyes as his father ravage his mouth as his hands reached under his shirt sliding it up to reveal his white ivory chest. Kratos pulled away to take in a breath and discarded the red shirt his son had on, and took in the visage of his beautiful son, and smiled. Lloyd starred off to the side avoiding his fathers' gaze afraid that he might not be able to pull himself out of them. Kratos grabbed his chin and both starred at one another.
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