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It was a relaxing, summer day. Dorian had decided to work from home in his office instead of going into work today just so that he could spend time with you on his lunch. You decided to take up the liberty of cleaning and doing other chores - your father stated he'd cook this time around, so the least you could do was provide a clean space for him to work with. It was oddly calming work especially with having music along with it. Although, when the time came, Dorian was still in his office. You had known him to be very meticulous about being on time with things, especially when it came to you. So, when he was a few minutes late to the kitchen, you became worried.

With every step up the creaking staircase, your worry amplified. Maybe it was your constant anxiety or something else that made you like this, but it showed you cared deeply for Dorian. The office door had been propped ajar, showing your father leaned over his desk and… snorting coke. He sighed after doing a short, thin line, suddenly alerted by your presence as the floor creaked. You two looked at one another in silence, the white powder still along Dorian's nose as he didn't have a proper tube to snort the white powder. The tension remained as you both expected the other to speak. His heart began to beat faster, pupil dilating as the drug entered his bloodstream.

"Bloody hell. Are you going to stand there or come in here?" He asked, irritated.

"But lunch—"

"I'm not worrying about that right now. Get in here, boy," Dorian motioned for you. "And shut the door."

You did as you were told, stepping into the typically cozy office space, now tainted with tension and aggression. The door clicked shut and Dorian stood from his chair, there still being a line or two on the desk. He crossed the room and grabbed you, engaging in a rough, bruising kiss. You pushed at him, sputtering.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You demanded to know, disgusted by the taste of your father on your lips - yet aroused.

"Don't be daft. I know what I'm doing," Dorian retorted.

"I'm your son," you argued.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm doing this. Because I'm a good fucking father."

Without hearing anymore from you, Dorian pulled you back into a heavy kiss. No matter how much you resisted, you eventually melted into it. That tongue that invaded your mouth was hot, heavy, and tasted bittersweet from the coke residue that had caught at the back of Dorian's throat. You took a quick lap at the powder that was still at his nose area, soon feeling a high similar to nicotine invade your system. Your father laughed, amused at your interest in the drug. He broke from the kiss and pulled you back towards his desk.

Never in your years of living had you seen Dorian so harsh, hell, you didn't even know that he induced in that white powder. He grabbed the back of your head, guiding it down to the second line he was going to do before you interrupted. You held your breath as to not accidentally inhale it. The small bit you had earlier was enough as is, this was just insanity to snort more, yet Dorian kept drawing your face closer, cheek almost pressed to the desk.

"Like father, like son, right?" Dorian spoke into your ear. "You want to be my good boy, don't you?"

"Of course," you barely whispered, careful to not blow the white powder away and piss your father off more.

"Then snort it."

Within that instant, your face was pressed to the desk, nose against the white powder. Dorian cupped your mouth and pressed his thumb to your outer nostril, all before dragging your face across the desk and actively forcing you to snort the white powder. All you could do was cough as Dorian pulled you back up, leaning you against the desk before harshly kissing you. He took a moment to lap at the white spot of coke along your nose, loving the taste on his tongue before he went back to devouring your mouth. The coke entered your veins without mercy, making your heart thud loudly and profusely, that high unrelenting in your head. There was a match of aggression now, leveling the playing field between you two. Although, that burn was unrelenting and hurt like hell — making you cry a little as well.

The kiss grew more rough, introducing the clash and gnawing of teeth, hands tearing clothes off, and cocaine-laced saliva dripping between chins. This damn drug, this white was so blinding as you submitted to all of it. Buttons ejected from the stitching of Dorian's button-up as you tore it open without a single care, the plastics clattering on the desk and floor. A growl vibrated in your father's throat, and his hands shoved under your shirt, breaking from the kiss to remove it in a desperate haste. With a soft thump, the offending fabric of your shirt hit the floor. Dorian dragged you back as he sat in his office chair, squeaking under the combined weight as you sat in his lap. The fear from earlier had dissolved into nothing but pure need and arousal as you felt your father's hard bulge.

A sharp slap to your ass made you moan, the cocaine continuing to cloud your senses beyond belief. Dorian, in a rush, loosened your pants and shoved his hand down them.

"Bloody hell," he groaned as he felt how wet and hard you were against his fingers. The callous feel going along your t-dick and folds. "You're dripping. Maybe you didn't come in here for lunch after all. You just wanted your dad to fuck you, huh?"

You rocked your hips, rubbing against Dorian's fingers with absolute need. "God, yeah. Want you in me."

"Then you'll get me."

All this cocaine flowing so harshly in both of your systems had made everything feel so fast. Dorian had shoved your pants down more, silently demanding you rid yourself of them. With a motion off of his lap and a tug down on both your pants and underwear, the fabric was discarded onto the floor. As for your father, he had tugged his pants down enough to free his cock. It was beyond hard, a blaring red with precum dripping from the tip. He could've sworn that this was the horniest he's ever felt in his 53 years of living — with you, his dear son.

You had found home back on Dorian's lap, one hand at the base of his cock while his other one pushed at the middle of your back, causing you to lean against him. Your father looked over your shoulder to see where his cock was as he rubbed it profusely at your drenched folds, feeling them open for him. He even slapped his dick against you a few times, jerking himself off as he needed to be inside of you.

"You make your old man go crazy, I hope you know," Dorian huffed against your neck. "I need to fuck this cunt until you can't take it anymore."

"Just put it in," you snapped.

"Already getting an attitude?" He scoffed and moved his hand down to your ass, gripping one cheek hard before slapping it. "Thought I raised you better than that."

A cry somewhere between pain and pleasure came from you at the sting of pain, the harsh massaging helping quell it a little.

"Doesn't matter, though," Dorian continued. "I'll just fuck it out of you."

Your father's hand shifted up to your shoulder, tugging you down onto his cock. First it was the fat, blunt tip that stretched you open, but then came the rest of his thick girth. It bad you gasping, heart pounding faster than it had been as this pleasure felt a million times more intense than ever before. You purposefully sunk down the rest of the way, not even stopping to adjust after Dorian bottomed out. It caught him off guard as he moaned, thrusting up into your accepting heat. The coke had certainly fueled the abrupt pace, no doubt about that, but so did these long forgotten feelings of need for one another. God only knew how long this had been building, the coke being the surprise catalyst to it all.

Regardless, you began to bounce yourself on Dorian's cock, feeling it impale you over and over again. It was addictive — perhaps more so than the cocaine itself — and you never wanted to come down from it. Both of Dorian's hands held your ass, guiding you through the motions as he was gagging to constantly feel that tight, wet heat around his aching shaft. He spread you open, and it delighted you on how much deep his dick hit.

"God, that's it," Dorian panted. "Taking my cock like you've always been meant to. Such a tight little cunt… Shite."

Never in your years of living did you think that you'd hear your father talk to you this way. It was pure motivation, something that you simply used to fuel the need to cum so hard around this fat fucking cock. Dorian needed that too, be needed it above all else right now and the cocaine ravaged his system — unrelenting. A hand wrapped around your throat, simply a show of dominance, not choking. Although the tug that followed made you breath hitch as your father clashed lips with you. Everything felt all the hotter as all you could taste was the lingering bittersweetness of coke but some unique to the man who raised you. Your hands gripped hard at the back of his head, finger threading through hair.

Dorian's hand moved back to your ass, gripping the cheeks hard and even slapping at it, making your body jump with surprise. The pain that immediately melted into delicious pleasure had kept you going, heat building the fastest it ever had in your stomach as you rode Dorian more and more. That constant drumming in your chest only became more frequent as you hit closer and closer to the edge, almost feeling your heart practically melt out your ears.

The kiss broke, strings of saliva still connected you two.

"Come on," Dorian moaned. "I can feel you clenching around me. You want to cum, don't you?"

"Oh, God, yes," you panted, feeling as if you could barely breathe — especially when Dorian began thrusting up into you; hard and demanding. A choked gasp left your mouth as you felt your father's cock hit deep.

The orgasm felt intense, that blunt tip continuously plunging deep as the fuel of coke made you feral through the pleasure. It hit you like a bullet train, drowning you in its unmerciful wrath, but you couldn't ask for anything better. Dorian moaned, pounding into you while holding you against him. He reveled in how you squirmed, and unceremoniously buried himself deep.

"Fucking cumming—" Dorian groaned and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

Every throb of your father's cock had pulsated cum deep into you. He held you close through it, both of your hearts still pounding in the cavity of your chests as the coke continued to ravage your systems. It was unrelenting, begging, almost controlling in how it kept you two chain to one another. Addictive.

Regardless, Dorian remained buried inside your filled pussy, feeling it twitch around his still-hard cock. He pulled back, shaky hands cradling your face.

"Round two?"