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Sweaty palms, nervous glares, unsure twitching.
This one would crack just like all the others, Daemon was sure. Yet he didn't say anything, only taking a sip of his water and giving his son a look to say, 'you chose this one?'
If he was asked to say anything positive about the boy, he supposed he would compliment him on his looks. His hair was a shade of light brown, his eyes a nice, humble green. He'd cleaned up nice for this occasion too, but appearances weren't everything.
"So, what do you do...?" Daemon gave his son another look. What was this boy's name again?
Luke sighed. "He's asking your occupation, Klaus."
The boy, Klaus, Daemon mocked in his head, cleared his throat before answering. "I'm actually looking to enter the finance field." Placing his menu down, he then added, "Much like yourself, Mr. Targaryen."
Daemon couldn't help the laugh that escaped him at... Klaus' clear attempt at sucking up. He was swiftly kicked in the leg under the table by Lucerys. "Right, right..."
The table stayed silent until appetizers were brought out. Then, Klaus bolted to the bathroom.
"Luke, darling..." Daemon put his arm around his son's shoulder. "Why do you keep bringing around the most..." He cut himself off with a sigh.
"I mean, first it was Dylan, he was a disaster, after him there was that Tully boy, and now..." Daemon sighed again. "Fucking Klaus."
Luke scooted close to his father and responded equally as exasperated. "You told me and I quote, 'find a respectable boy so you can have more experience than me and Jace'!"
"Wow, that wholly isn't what I meant. I also remember saying he should be someone you can see yourself settling down with, is Klaus that guy for you?"
Luke stopped to think, even though the answer was no. He'd made a pros and cons list about Klaus the day before, in fact. "No, but..."
Daemon nodded for Luke to go on. "But?"
"I need someone to have sex with that isn't you all the time..." Luke admitted. He suddenly felt warmth in his tummy, but not the good kind that came from pleasure, no, the bad kind that came from embarrassment. "And it's not like you and I can get married..."
"Honey," Daemon frowned. "You're my little boy, you don't need anyone else. If you want to marry one day, fine, your mother and I will find a suitable husband for you. But for now?"
Luke felt his seat shift as his father pulled the chair closer to his. "You're mine." Daemon said.
The heat in his tummy changed, definitely the good kind now.
Daemon leaned a bit closer, his lips right next to his son's pretty cheek. "Yeah?"
"Yes, daddy." Luke nodded. "I'm yours." He took only a few seconds before tugging his father's sleeve, whispering something in his ear that Daemon gave a wordless nod at.
The two ended up in the family bathroom, Luke perched up on the counter with his panties at his knees and his heels placed carefully next to the sink.
"What do you wanna do to me, daddy?" Luke whispered, pulling at the edges of his dress teasingly. He brought it up to his waist, bare pussy on display.
Daemon pushed Luke's legs apart by his thighs, staring down at the thick layer of wetness on his son's pretty pussy. He circled a finger over his little boy's pink clit before answering, "I wanna taste you."
Luke would've rolled his eyes if he wasn't so horny. Silly daddy. That was what he always wanted to do. Still, he laid on his back and kept his legs spread for Daemon, because he never got tired of this.
"Oh my," Luke exclaimed almost immediately, the sensation of Daemon's mouth making him nearly ascend. "Fuck," He moaned, rolling his hips into the feeling of his father's tongue flicking, sliding up his clit. "More!"
Daemon lifted his head for a second, murmuring, "Greedy baby," then went back down, in for the kill.
He gave Luke's clit kisses and kitten licks, alternating between the two and occasionally slurping. Luke gasped, pushing down his head as he yelped, "More, just like that!"
Daemon would bet good money on Klaus not knowing what makes Luke cum.
When he finally let up, allowing Luke to clean himself off, he only licked his lips, staring down at his son.
Breaking the silence, he asked, "When are you planning on sending the text, Luke? You can't keep it up, not now." Daemon huffed, wiping his chin of what he couldn't lick off.
Luke actually did roll his eyes this time. "I know that, daddy, I'll do it later." He grabbed his left shoe and handed it to Daemon. "Put them on... please."
The father and son emerged from the bathroom, with Luke hanging onto his father, letting out a few false sneezes.
"Luke here feels a bit sick. I think he might have a cold, so we're leaving, but you have a good night." Daemon announced in his best lying voice. Rhaenyra always said he was incapable of lying, but whenever he did lie he always felt as though he was selling it quite well. Luke sneezed one more time just in case, waving at his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
"Ah, thanks." Klaus smiled when Daemon slid cash on the table, waving at Luke too when the pair got ready to leave.
"No problem, Clark!" Daemon called from the threshold with full confidence, grinning.