Charlie licked his lips as he gazed down at the quivering, needy body below him. It was paler than his, slick with a thin layer of sweat. He could smell the salt dripping from his child's pores, and he just wanted him more than he reckoned he'd wanted anybody in his LONG lifespan. He threw his son's legs over his shoulders and leaned his head down, giving his inner leg a long sensual lick as he tasted the salt on his flesh. He smirked as he pushed the rigid head of his dick against the hole lightly and groaned.
"Mm... Keep talking my boy..." He smirked, running his hands down the back of his boy's legs, admiring his body that was a spitting image of his own. He reached down with a firm hand and gripped his own cock, then hunched forward and pressed lightly into his boy's insides.
"Nnng...." He groaned as he slid in at a torturously slow rate, sliding in slower and slower as he listened to his boy's panting get faster, wanting to prolongue the moment, also wanting to hear his boy squeal a bit more. But eventually, he stopped, big, even balls resting against his boy's backside. His own eyes went their natural demonic black and his skin went blue for a moment, losing himself in the pleasure of his son's insides before switching back again.