Jake turns away from his son, taking a deep breath to contain his frustration. It seems like he's always acting up now.
"Dad, please," Lo'ak begged for his father to listen just a bit more. He gently grabs his arm, voice cracking. Jake pauses, keeping his eyes straight.
"You have to believe me. I can be good, I promise." Lo'ak says, stepping in front of his father, eyes glimmering with tears. Jake simply stared, a slightly sad frown appearing on his face. He wanted to believe Lo'ak, he really did, but he makes it hard. Especially with Neteyam gone.
"Dad..." he whispers. Jake sighs, brows furrowing slightly.
"I cant believe you until you show me," he says. Lo'ak seems to jump up slightly, ears flicking.
"I can show," he says, looking down for a moment before back at Jake's face. He slowly kneels down, placing his hands on Jake's hips.
"Lo'ak--"
"Trust me," He whispers, eyes still wet. Jake stays still, feeling his stomach twist. He looks around, seeing no one. But they are in the village, and he'd hate for anyone to find out.
Jake places a hand on Lo'ak's head, not guiding him, just resting on him. Lo'ak takes his loincloth off, making Jake shiver.
When he feels those lips around the head, he knows he doesn't want Lo'ak to stop.
He sighs, closing his eyes.
"Good boy," he whispers.
Lo'ak takes more.
