In the dimly lit bedroom, a hairy, rugged Daddy sits on the bed, his son beside him. Both are hard, their cocks straining against their pants. The son, eyes locked on his father's crotch, whimpers, "Daddy, I'm so close." Daddy, a wicked grin on his face, teases, "Not yet, boy. We're edging tonight." He strokes his son's thigh, making him squirm. The son's hand goes to his cock, rubbing it through his pants. Daddy slaps his hand away. "Not like that, boy. Slow. Control it." They both groan, the room filled with the scent of sweat and precum, as they edge each other, their cocks aching for release.