"Boy! Focus." Kratos growled as his son sheepishly apologized for the third time that day. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Atreus struggled with his target practice, something he was typically naturally skilled at.
This had been going on for the past few days, and Kratos had recently figured out-with the help of Mimir awkwardly pointing it out while looking at Atreus sleeping- that his boy had been experiencing arousal thanks to his newly developed hormones.
While Kratos couldn't blame him-it was only natural-he was starting to get fed up with the boy's clumsiness. He wished he knew how to approach this subject, as he had yet to do so.
"Aha! Got a bullseye!" Kratos turned his attention back to his son and watched as he hopped up and down, proud. Atreus quickly turned towards his father with a wide smile. "I did it!" Kratos allowed a small smile to grace his-usually emotionless-features. "You did."
Atreus walked over to his father. "Can we go explore some more today, father?" Kratos considered for a few moments. "Can you handle it?" He noticed Atreus's confusion, restating, "You've been distracted lately, have you not?"
He watched as his boy noticeably lit up with realization. "Ah! I'm not sure why I've been, but I can handle it, I promise!" Kratos silently stared at him for perhaps a moment too long, before sighing. He hated how often he gave in to his boy. "Fine. Prepare."
Atreus lit up, smiling while nodding. Atreus took off to prepare and soon they were off. Though, it wouldn't be an ordinary day without something getting In their way, of course.
"Pruma!" Atreus panted, focused on the enemy. Just another dumb drauger. They were just about to defeat it, Kratos hitting it and sending it flying towards Atreus-who was about to fire an arrow at it and finish the job-, when Atreus moved to shoot and squeaked, getting flustered and distracted.
'N-Not now!' Atreus was so lost in thought he heard his father's shout too late, looking up just to be slammed into the ground by the drauger. He groaned-for various reasons-and reached for his knife, just to have the drauger violently pulled off him and killed.
Atreus sat up, feeling embarrassment and shame overcome him, and watched as his father tossed the dead drauger away. He swallowed thickly when his father turned to him, not happy.
"Boy. Come here." Atreus nervously glanced up at his father, rubbing his arm. "Father-" Kratos narrowed his eyes at him, making him flinch, stand up and walk over slowly. "I-I'm sorry, I just don't know what- eh?!"
Atreus yelped when he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and tugged to the floor with-and by-his father. "Fa -ahh!" Atreus's eyes widen and he felt his face heat up as a hand was roughly shoved down his pants.
"Father..? What are you doing?" Atreus tilted his head, looking back at his father from where he was seated on his lap embarrassed. "I'm relieving you, because it seems as though you can't yourself." Kratos gruffly muttered before wrapping his hand around his son's member, making him gasp.
"Wh-what..? Relieving?" Kratos ignored his questions, as he typically did, and started gently moving his hand up and down, his other hand clutching his boy's hip to keep him steady. Atreus-not knowing what's happening to his body- started tearing up, moaning and closing his eyes. "F-Father..! I...a-ah! What's h-happening..?!"
Kratos's face softened, gently rubbing his boy's hips, trying-in his own way-to comfort him. "Relax, Atreus. What you are feeling is normal." Atreus whimpered and clutched his father's hand on his hip. "A-Ah, y-yeah..?" He opened an eye and shakily stared up into his father's eyes. "W-What, ah, are you...doing?"
He suddenly gasped, arching his back and biting his lip at a particularly hard tug. Kratos didn't answer, staring instead at his son's flushed face and neck, enraptured. When had his son grown so much? He examined his long eyelashes and wet lips, his soft skin-which he clutched harder-and his longish-red hair.
Propelled by some inner desire or force, he leaned down and kissed Atreus's sweaty neck, tasting him and making him moan louder. "Fa-father! S-Something i-is happening..." Kratos slid his hand up and harshly rubbed the tip. "Cum, boy." Atreus's eyes snapped open and he threw his head back, crying out.
Kratos held him through it, wrapping his arm around the boys waist to give him comfort. After a few moments Atreus calmed down, sitting up more and glanced down at Kratos's hand in his pants, reminding his father he still had it so, making him pull it out.
"Wow..." Atreus looked at the hand, awed in a way he couldn't explain. Kratos actually flinched at the sudden turn of his son, who looked up with eyes practically shining. "Can we do it again?"