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The first night that it happened, Gon was supposedly asleep. Ging had entered his bedroom and loomed over him, watching him peacefully sleeping. Gon remembers a sound waking him up but he didn't want to be caught awake, so he pretended to sleep.
He remembers feeling cold as the blanket was peeled off of him, and the weight of his father dipping the bed where he sat. Then it came: a hand on the leg of his pajama pants. What's my dad doing, he wonders.
Ging had stroked him so gently. It felt different than his usual affectionate gestures, of which he didn't commonly express. Gon just barely opened his eye to see him in the darkness, his face blank and full of something unwritable. Gon thought, He kind of…smells. Like alcohol…
Gon felt funny that time, didn't know it was only the beginning. His father's hand, as it moved, got closer to the place where Gon's pee comes out until it landed squarely on top, still stroking. Now that Gon was thinking about it, he did have to pee.
Dad…why are you touching me there..? Gon thought. It kind of…feels good. Luckily the lights were off, so Ging couldn't see his cheeks heat up. If I don't move, maybe it'll keep feeling good.
Ging repositioned himself so he was laying next to Gon, his hand slipping inside his pajama pants and touching his bare pussy. His hand was big compared to it, his fingers thick as they touched his clit. Gon stirred against him involuntarily and the movement stopped, as Ging was afraid he got caught. No, keep going.
Gon's breath went uneven when Ging's finger slipped inside him, and Ging knew then that he was awake. Stopped caring, though.
"Spread your legs. Put the right one up, like this." Ging demonstrated by pulling up Gon's leg. Gon felt like the smallest thing on Earth having his body manipulated against his will by someoone so much bigger than him.
And when Ging's hand returned to his pussy, the position is better. Ging can better target his gspot with just a little bit of care. So he fingered him until he got overstimulated and cried.
Ging wasn't having it, though. He positioned himself on top of Gon and put his hand over his mouth. "Nobody can know about this. Just be quiet. It's good for ya, kid."
And soon, after pulling that boy's flesh clothing off, Ging entered him.
Dad….Oh..!
That little pervert. Ging hooked his thumb around the corner of his mouth and pulled it wide open before snatching him away in a father's kiss.
Pulling away, Ging suddenly realized that Gon is a princess.
He has to be taught how to fuck, or no girl would teach him. Why? He has a pussy, duh. He doesn't know how to do it like papa does.
Meanwhile, Gon's a mess on his bedsheets, writhing and crying out in affection. "Dad…! Dad…"
"Don't cry. I'll make it feel good." "It hurts…" "No it doesn't." "ah…"
He saw Gon reset. That was the day he decided never to go near him ever again.
His hands were dirty.
He's too…in love, with the fruit he bore. Had to touch it a few more times before it got old.
Ging stands outside with a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing it out before turning his head to the sky.
Gon, on the other hand…is lost.
Ging, Ging, Ging… it's all he can think. Dad. Want to touch dad. Want dad to touch me. Touch me, dad. Dad…. Please….?
He can't contain how good it feels to think about as he touches himself on the toilet. One foot up, knows it pisses Mito off but he can't help how good it feels at that angle. Dad, why are we different things? Why does yours go out and mine goes in… I just want to touch him. Please come back, papa… Touch me again, I can handle it without getting mad. Put it in, too. I'm a good boy.
Gon can't handle the loneliness. It breaks him, and tears come out.
He finishes up on the toilet and walks out, passing Mito on his way to his room. Mito stops to ask why he's crying but never gets an answer.
Boy stuff, she assumes.