As the day sweltered on, you exited your room with an uncomfortable huff. You had to put on airy, revealing clothing to deal with the absolute scorching sun heating your house in London like a furnace.

As you entered the kitchen for a cold drink, you paused and peered your head to glance into the living room, hearing a familiar husky British voice. On your couch, laughing with your dad, was John Price. John was shirtless, had on flamingo themed swim trunks and a cold beer in hand.

Price chuckles and leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it against your skin.

"I had to let you win this time, Marcos," he says with a grin. "Can't have you getting too confident, can we?"

He looks up at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his face still nuzzled against your neck.

"But don't worry," he adds, his voice low and teasing. "I'll make sure to crush you next time. Fair and square, of course."

As he speaks, you can feel his warm breath ghosting across your skin, sending shivers up your spine. Despite the lighthearted tone of his words, the intensity between you feels almost palpable, the heat of your bodies still pressed close together.

Price grins and winks at you, clearly enjoying the playful banter between you.

"You do your worst, Marcos," he says, his voice low and teasing. "I can handle whatever you throw my way."

He straightens up slightly, still close to you, but now looking back at the game screen with a determined expression.

"Let's see if you can keep up, eh?" he says, his fingers flying over the buttons as he redoubles his efforts on the game.

Despite his words, however, you can sense a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, a hint that he's almost daring you to try and distract him again. You can't help but feel a rush of anticipation at the challenge, eager to see just how far you can push him.

Price's face flushes bright red as you suddenly push his face into your chest, feeling the warmth of your body against him as you grind yourself against his lap.

"Hey now, what do you think you're doing?" he protests half-heartedly, but his tone is playful, and you can feel him relaxing into your embrace.

He tilts his head back to look up at you, a crooked smile on his lips as you run your fingers through his hair. His body feels warm and inviting against yours, and you can feel your pulse starting to race as you continue to play with him.

But just when you start to get lost in the moment, he pulls away with a laugh. "Alright, alright, that's enough for now," he says, pulling himself upright and readjusting his clothing with a grin. "You may have won this round,

Price chuckles and tries to push you off his lap, but you resist and cling to him tighter.

"Alright, alright, alright," he says, his voice filled with amusement. "You win, Marcos! I can't handle your fierce charm!"

Despite his protests, you can see the excitement in his eyes as he once again gives in, and he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close against him.

"You always know how to keep things interesting, don't you?" he says as he leans back a little and looks up at you, his body still pressed tightly against yours. "I may be getting old, but I'm not afraid of a little competition."

As he speaks, you can feel a tingling sensation in your stomach, a mix of excitement, anticipation, and desire. The two of you continue to tease and play with each other

Price closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath as you run your hands over his defined abdomen and chest, a shiver running through his body. He opens his eyes and meets your gaze again.

"I'm always up for a challenge, Marcos," he says with a grin. "What have you got in mind?"

He leans in closer to you, his muscles flexing beneath your fingers as you continue to caress him, clearly ready for whatever is coming next.

Price responds to your words and gestures with a gentle smile, his eyes locking onto yours as you whisper in his ear.

"Sounds like fun," he says, his voice low and husky. "And I'm definitely up for some challenges."

He strokes your hair gently as you kiss his cheek, enjoying the feel of your fingers on his face and the closeness of your bodies. You can sense the beginnings of a spark between you, and you know that this game is just the beginning of a much more interesting evening together.

"What do you have in mind?" he asks, his lips brushing against your hair. "Truth or dare?"

Price chuckles in response, clearly ready for your challenge.

"All right, Marcos," he says, his eyes glinting mischievously. "I accept your dare. What do you want me to do?"

He leans back a little, giving you space to make your move. You can tell that he's excited to see what you'll come up with, and you feel a teasing sense of power over him as you prepare to issue your challenge.

Price looks at you curiously as you switch things up on him, raising an eyebrow in anticipation of your next move.

"Okay then," he says, his voice low and playful. "I'm ready for your challenge. What do you have in mind for me, Marcos?"

He leans back against the couch, inviting you to come closer and issue your dare. You see him flexing his muscles beneath your hands and can sense that he's eager to see what you have in store for him.

Price grins at your challenge and leans back comfortably against the couch, willing and ready.

"Sure thing, Marcos," he says in his usual playful tone. "I'm always up for a good massage. Show me what you've got."

He closes his eyes as he feels your hands begin to work their way across his muscles, letting out a low sigh of contentment as you begin to dig your fingers into the knots in his back. You can feel the tension in his body beginning to ease as you work your magic, and you know that you're doing a great job.

"You're quite talented," he murmurs, his voice low with appreciation. "Keep going."

Price lets out a sharp breath as you suck on his nipple and caress the other, his muscles twitching at your touch.

He grabs onto your shoulders firmly as you draw him closer, relishing in the feel of your fingers as they work their way across his back. His breathing grows more ragged as you continue to massage him, pleasure intermingled with the physical relief from your skilled hands.

"Now that's what I call a massage," he says, his voice low and husky. "You're amazing, Marcos."

He tilts his head back and moans softly as you keep working your magic, his body melting under your touch. You can tell that you're doing an excellent job, and you feel a deep sense of satisfaction at your ability to pleasure him so completely.

Price arches his back in pleasure as you suck and flick his nipple, while simultaneously massaging and stroking the other one. He moans loudly, his hands still gripping your shoulders.

"God, Marcos, that feels so good," he groans, his breathing ragged. "Don't stop."

You can sense that you have him in a vulnerable and pleasurable state, which adds to your satisfaction levels. You continue with your ministrations, enjoying the sounds of his pleasure as you stimulate his nipples with your mouth and hands. The feeling of his body writhing under your touch is intoxicating, and you revel in the power you hold over him.

"Please," he gasps, his voice full of need. "I want more."

You lean back with a teasing smile, watching as Price's eyes follow your retreat from his lap. He looks at you, surprised, but with an amused and playful glint in his eyes.

"You little tease," he chuckles, his voice low and growly. "What are you up to now?"

He stretches, his muscles rippling under his skin as he moves. You can see that he's enjoying this game of yours, and you feel a sense of excitement building in you as you think about your next move.

Price tilts his head to the side, looking at you with a raised eyebrow as you wrap your arms around his neck and plant kisses along his cheek and jaw. He chuckles softly, but there's a glint in his eye that suggests he's up for whatever challenge you have in mind.

"Alright, Marcos, I'm game," he says with a grin. "What do you want me to do?"

He wraps his arms around your waist in response, holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to your temple. You can feel the roughness of his beard against your skin, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine.

Price chuckles at your response, tightening his grip on your waist as he leans in close to your ear.

"That's true, I am the master of challenges," he says with a mischievous grin. "Alright, let's see...I dare you to give me a lap dance."

He winks at you, clearly enjoying this game of one-upmanship between the two of you. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you think about fulfilling his request, but the challenge also excites you.

You take a step back to appraise him, then start to move your body sensually as you circle around him, tracing your fingers lightly along his shoulders and chest. Price watches you with a hunger in his eyes, his lips curling into a sultry smile. As you begin to sway your hips, he settles back onto the couch, his expression

Price moans softly as you grind against him, feeling your body press up against his. He shivers as you bite and suck on his earlobe, then leans back with a contented sigh as you finish your lap dance.

"Very nice, Marcos," he says with a smirk. "You certainly know how to move."

He pauses for a moment, considering his next challenge, then looks at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"I dare you to strip tease for me," he says, his voice low and husky. "Take it all off, slowly. And make it good."

He leans back, propelling himself onto the couch and settling comfortably into a position where he can watch you. You can see the anticipation on his face, knowing that he's ready and waiting to be thoroughly entertained.

Price chuckles at your comment, his eyes tracing your movements as you retreat from his lap.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of sauciness now and then," he says with a grin. "But fair enough, maybe I am getting a little too carried away here."

He sits back on the couch, taking a sip of his beer and watching you with curiosity as you move across the room.

"But I have to say, Marcos, I'm still intrigued to see what you come up with for this next challenge," he adds, his expression teasing. "You're full of surprises."

Price watches with interest as you begin your strip tease, his eyes locked on your body as you shed your clothing one piece at a time. When you're left standing in your underwear, he whistles appreciatively, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad, not bad at all," he says with a nod of approval. "I have to admit, Marcos, I'm impressed. You certainly know how to put on a show."

He leans back against the couch cushions, sipping his beer as he watches you with a lazy gaze. Even though you're only in your underwear, you can feel his eyes burning into your skin, and it sends a thrill through you.

Price smirks at your suggestive invitation, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Well now, Marcos, you certainly know how to keep things interesting," he says, taking a sip of his beer. "But I think I'll take a pass on that offer. Let's just stick to the challenge for now, shall we?"

He leans forward, his gaze locked on you as he speaks.

"Alright, next challenge. I dare you to give me a back massage. And don't skimp on the effort, either. I want a proper rubdown."

He settles back into the couch, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms out behind him, clearly settling in for a nice long massage. You can see the anticipation on his face, knowing that he's about to be pampered.

Price chuckles at your playful suggestion, his body relaxing against the couch cushions at the prospect of a massage.

"As tempting as that sounds, Marcos, I think we should stick to the massage for now," he says with a wink. "But don't worry, there will be plenty of time for fun and games later."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he speaks.

"Now come on, don't keep me waiting. I'm ready for that massage whenever you are."

Price closes his eyes, enjoying the sensations of your hands on his body as you start to massage him. He lets out a contented sigh as your hands roam over his abdomen and chest, kneading the muscles with care.

"Oh, that feels good," he murmurs, relaxing into your touch. "You're quite skilled at this, Marcos. I might have to convince you to give me a massage more often."

He reaches up and grabs one of your hands, pulling it up to his shoulder and pressing it firmly against his skin.

"Don't be shy, really dig in there. I can take it," he says with a chuckle, clearly enjoying himself. "Just make sure to get all those knots out."

Price smiles softly as you lay him down on the couch, taking care to make sure he is comfortable. He lets out a contented sigh as you position the cushion underneath him, propping him up comfortably.

"That's much better, Marcos. Thank you," he says, glancing back over his shoulder with a grateful smile.

As you begin to massage his back and shoulders, his eyes flutter closed again, lost in pleasure. He hums appreciatively as you work out the knots in his muscles, letting the tension melt away under your capable hands.

"You have a real gift for this," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I could get used to this kind of treatment."

Price chuckles, turning his head slightly to give you a warm smile.

"I appreciate that, Marcos. You're right, we don't need a challenge to enjoy each other's company," he says, his voice softening.

He takes a moment to savor the feel of your hands on his back, enjoying the intimate moment you are sharing.

"It's moments like this that make all the hardships worth it. The friendships we form and the bonds we create are what keep us going in the tough times," he says, turning his head back to face forward.

He lets out a contented sigh and relaxes into your touch, enjoying the gentle pressure of your fingers on his muscles.

Price is surprised but ultimately pleased by your sudden kiss, his lips moving against yours in a soft, slow rhythm. He leans into the kiss, savoring the warmth and intimacy of it all.

After a few moments, he pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a warm expression.

"That was unexpected, Marcos," he says softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I must say, I enjoyed it."

He reaches up and takes one of your hands, holding it in his own as he speaks.

"Although, I must warn you, I am an older man. I hope you're prepared for the full Captain Price experience," he quips, a teasing smile on his lips.

Price chuckles deeply at your remark, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"My dear Marcos, I may be getting on in years, but I still have plenty of fire left in me," he says with a wink. "And besides, I'm always up for a bit of fun."

He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, enjoying the playful banter between the two of you.

"But in all seriousness, I want you to know that I care about you deeply, Marcos," he says, his expression growing more serious. "Whatever happens between us, I want it to be meaningful and real."

Price wraps his arms around you as you lay your head against his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of his body beneath you. He returns your kiss with passion and tenderness, letting his hands linger on the small of your back.

As you break the kiss, he looks down at you with a soft smile, his blue eyes glistening with emotion.

"You're a special person, Marcos," he whispers. "I feel lucky to have you in my life."

He leans in and kisses you again, his hand cradling the back of your neck. He pours all of his feelings and emotions into the kiss, wanting you to know just how much you mean to him.

Price knows that the time you've spent together is precious, and he doesn't want it to end, but he also understands that danger can lurk at any turn.

As your father opens the door, Price reluctantly breaks the kiss and stands up, smoothing down his flamingo trunks. He turns to face your father, offering a nod of respect.

"Good evening, sir," he says quietly, his voice deep and stern. "I hope I haven't intruded on your son's rest."

He shifts his eyes to you, giving you a playful wink before walking out of the room, leaving you grinning as you watch him walk away.

Price smirks in amusement as you run your hands over his thighs, glancing over at your father with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Your father's expression is a mixture of surprise and disapproval, his brow furrowing as he takes in the scene in front of him.

"Marcos, what are you doing?" your father asks, his voice tinged with irritation. "I didn't raise you to behave like this."

Price clears his throat, sensing the tension between you and your father.

"I apologize if I've caused any problems, sir," he says respectfully, his tone steady and measured. "I was just keeping Marcos company while he waited for you to return."

He stands up from the couch, straightening out his t-shirt and smoothing down his hair.

"I should be going, anyway," he adds, looking down at you with a hint

Price chuckles deeply as you pull him back onto the couch, enjoying the playful teasing between the three of you.

Your father's expression softens slightly as he watches the two of you, his eyes lingering on the way your fingers caress Price's thigh.

"Well, as long as you're both comfortable with it," he says with a shrug. "Just be careful, okay? I don't want anything happening to either of you."

Price leans in and kisses your forehead, his hand resting protectively on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, sir," he says reassuringly. "I'll make sure Marcos stays out of trouble."

He winks at you, his tone playful and seductive, as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close.

Price chuckles at your offer, nodding his head in agreement as he accepts the invitation to watch a movie with you and your father.

"Sure thing," he says, squeezing your waist affectionately. "I'm always up for a good movie."

He looks over at your father and smiles, his eyes bright and welcoming.

"What are we watching tonight?" he asks inquisitively, his tone curious and friendly.

Price chuckles at your comment, nodding in agreement as he takes a seat next to you and your father on the couch.

As the movie begins, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you snuggle up to your father, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. Despite his playful teasing and flirtatious behavior, Price knows that he can never truly replace a parent.

But he also knows that he has a special bond with you, one that is both intimate and meaningful. As he wraps his arm around your waist, he leans in close and presses a soft kiss to your temple, his heart swelling with affection and desire.

Price is surprised but pleased as you turn to him and press your lips against his, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he deepens the kiss.

Feeling your hands caressing his, he melts into the intimate moment, forgetting all about the movie playing in the background for a moment.

However, a slight pang of guilt nags at the back of his mind as he remembers that you are your father's son, and wonders if it's appropriate to engage in this kind of behavior while your father is there.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks over at your father, feeling a bit sheepish. "Um, sorry sir, we got carried away," he says with a smile, hoping to ease any tension or awkwardness in the air.

Price chuckles softly as you climb onto his lap, pulling him close to your father as the three of you snuggle together on the couch.

He wraps his arms around both of you, feeling a warmth and contentment that he hasn't experienced in a long time. As you hug your father and kiss his chest, Price leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your neck, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

Feeling your body relax against his, he closes his eyes and takes in the moment, savoring the love and connection between the three of you.

Price smiles as you take his hands and wrap them around your father's waist, pulling them even closer together.

As he feels the warmth and strength of your father's embrace, Price can't help but feel connected to both of you in a way that goes beyond just physical touch. He feels a newfound sense of appreciation for the bonds that have formed over the years, and is grateful for the love and trust between the three of you.

He leans in and gives your neck another kiss, his hand gently stroking your back as the movie plays on.

Price is surprised and taken aback as you stick your tongue into his mouth, feeling an electrifying jolt of pleasure run through his body.

Despite his initial shock, he responds eagerly, kissing you back with just as much intensity and desire. As his hands roam freely over your body, he feels a sense of freedom and liberation that he had forgotten existed.

However, even as he revels in the moment, he can't help but feel a bit guilty and conflicted about what is happening. While he loves being close to you, he can't shake the feeling that this is inappropriate behavior given your father's presence.

Eventually, he gently pulls away from the kiss and looks at you, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside. "I think we need to slow down," he says softly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Your father is right here, and I

Price raises an eyebrow at your words, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation at the thought of being dominated by you.

As he feels your breath on his ear, he shivers slightly, feeling a sense of arousal that he can't ignore. Despite the guilt he feels about engaging in this behavior while your father is present, he can't deny the desire burning within him.

He leans in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers back. "Oh really? You think you can handle me, do you?" he says, teasingly.

Price grins mischievously at your suggestion, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement building inside. He nods in agreement, promising to stay quiet so as not to disturb your father.

As you give him a quick kiss, he feels a rush of pleasure course through his body, excited to see what other surprises you might have in store for him. Despite the guilt he feels about deceiving your father, he can't deny the thrill of the moment, relishing in the taboo nature of their actions.

Price gasps in surprise as you pull his shorts and underwear down, exposing his hardening member to the cool air. He feels a thrill of excitement coursing through his body, eager to see what you have planned for him next.

As you toss a blanket over the two of you, he feels a sense of secrecy and intimacy take hold, adding to the excitement of the moment. He grips your hips tightly, urging you to continue taking control as he eagerly awaits your next move.

Price bites his lip in anticipation as you pull your pants down, feeling a surge of desire building within him as you rub your backside against his hard member.

As you make the shushing gesture, he nods in agreement, wanting to maintain the secrecy of their tryst. He can't help but feel a bit nervous about the possibility of your father waking up and catching them in the act, but the thrill of being caught only adds to the excitement.

He leans in close to your ear, whispering back. "I won't make a sound, I promise," he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire as he pulls you closer to him.

Price groans in pleasure as you start to sit on his hard and thick member, slowly taking him inside of you. He can feel the heat building between your bodies as you start to move up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust.

He tries to control his breathing, wanting to keep quiet and not alert your father to their actions. Despite the risky situation, he can't help but revel in the sensation of your tight body around him, feeling a sense of excitement and warmth spread through his being.

As you continue to ride him, he grips your hips tightly, encouraging you to take him deeper. He bites his lip in pleasure, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape his lips.

Price can barely contain his pleasure as you take him all the way into your tight, warm body. He feels a rush of excitement and desire surge through him, making him tremble with pleasure.

He nods in understanding at your whispered command, not wanting to risk waking your father. He takes a hold of your hips and starts thrusting rapidly but gently, moving in and out of you as fast as possible without causing too much noise.

His breath becomes ragged as he pumps into you, not being able to resist letting out small groans of pleasure as he is close to orgasm. Despite the heightened arousal, he tries hard to keep his sound down, not wanting to ruin the moment with the fear of being caught.

Price's eyes widen in surprise as you cover his mouth, allowing him to let go and give into the pleasure. He moans softly into your hand as he continues to thrust deeply inside you, feeling the intense waves of pleasure wash over him.

He becomes more vocal as you encourage him to make more noise, loving the sudden freedom after trying so hard to stay quiet before. He gasps and pants against your hand, his body trembling with every thrust.

As he approaches the edge, he feels a surge of pleasure building within him, ready to spill over at any moment. His grip on your hips tightens as he thrusts even harder, trying to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy before finally releasing into you in a wave of pure pleasure and satisfaction.

Price grunts in approval at your request, feeling a hot surge of pleasure spread through him as he climaxes deep inside you. He pushes himself as deep as he can go, letting himself spill into you and fill you up completely.

He continues to thrust gently for a moment, slowly riding out the waves of pleasure as he recovers from his intense orgasm. The desire and heat between your bodies remains high, prompting him to move his hands to your hips once more, relishing the sensation of your warm skin under his fingertips.

As he finally pulls out of you, he leans in close, whispering huskily. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his body still trembling with pleasure.

Price chuckles softly at your nonchalant gesture, feeling a sense of relief that you were able to keep quiet during your intimate moments. He nods eagerly at your suggestion, the desire between you two still strong.

"Of course, I'm always ready for another round," he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire. He leans in and nips gently at your earlobe, teasing you and sending shivers down your spine.

As he pulls back, his eyes meet yours in a heated look, silently conveying the intensity of his desire. He moves closer to you once more, determined to bring you both to the brink of ecstasy once again.

Price watches as you get up and makes room for him to settle back into your lap. He shifts his weight, his hard member tenting his boxers, eager to be back inside you.

He settles himself in, relishing the feel of your body against his as he positions himself between your legs. His hands wander over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he takes in the sensation of being so close to you.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, he leans in and claims your lips in a passionate kiss, his desire for you burning hotter than ever.

Price moans softly as you start to ride him, feeling himself grow harder with every movement of your hips. He nods in agreement to your whispered words, picking up the pace as he thrusts in rhythm with your movements.

The two of you are lost in a wild, passionate frenzy as you race towards orgasm, the heat and desire between you growing more intense with every moment that passes.

Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, Price explodes inside you, his hot seed spilling within you as his body trembles with ecstasy. You follow closely behind, the waves of pleasure crashing through your body as you reach your own climax.

The movie draws to an end, but the two of you pay no attention, caught up entirely in the throes of lust and desire.

Price gasps in surprise as you throw the covers over both of you, quickly covering yourselves to hide your intimate moment from your father's view. He feels the hot blood rush to his face in embarrassment as your father turns and sees you both sweaty and panting, with your bodies still intertwined.

Thinking on his feet, Price quickly comes up with an excuse, his voice breathless with feigned exasperation. "Bloody hell, mate! You picked a hot day to visit, didn't you! Marcos was just showing me some exercises to cool down, weren't you mate?"

He winks at you, silently conveying his amusement at the situation, hoping your father buys his excuse for your flushed faces and sweaty bodies.

Price can feel the uneasiness in the air, and he quickly comes up with another excuse to explain what he and you were actually doing. He leans forward to sit up a bit and smiles warmly at your father, trying his best to appear harmless.

"Oh, no, sir, nothing like that. Marcos here was just telling me about this new Brazilian yoga technique that he learned from a friend...it's very...unconventional."

He chuckles awkwardly, hoping to distract your father with his lighthearted remark. "We were just experimenting with it a bit and, well, things got a little heated. Sorry about that, sir."

Price smiles again at your father, hoping that his charming personality will be enough to convince him that there was nothing inappropriate going on.

Price grimaces slightly at your father's words, but he quickly recovers and puts on a bright smile. "Of course, sir, we were just about to hit the showers. Sorry to have been so sweaty when you arrived!"

As your father pats Price's thigh, his fingers accidentally brush against Price's stiffening cock causing him to gasp slightly. Feeling uncomfortable and exposed, Price quickly clears his throat and chuckles nervously. "Oh, that? Just a...muscle cramp. I've been having some trouble with my leg recently."

He tries to pull back and move away from your father's touch, but the tangle of blankets and his still erect cock make it a bit difficult. He looks over at you, silently pleading for your help in freeing him from the awkward situation.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, Price stifles a groan as you take him inside you again to hide his exposed erection. He looks at you gratefully and mouths "Thank you," grateful for your quick thinking.

He looks back to your father, who's looking at him still with a smile and stroking his thighs. Price clears his throat nervously and tries to move away from your father's touch discreetly, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"Um, yes, well...it's great to see you too, sir," he says, his voice slightly strained. "I'm glad to be here for Marcos."

He hopes that your father doesn't pick up on his discomfort, trying his best to maintain his composure.