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It was one of those things, one of the many fucked up, reoccurring situations in Hisanori’s life that was normal. Even if it was not to others. Even as time passes, it gets worse. But it’s fine. It could be worse; he could be like his screwed in the head brother, Toshiro.
Or worse.
Worse.
Is it really that bad? It could be worse, right?
Being sexually harassed by your own father, dementia riddled who believes you are your mother who died nearly a decade ago.
“Keiko-chan… give papa a kiss. You don’t have to be shy in front of guests!” His father calls out, rubbing his gentle hand on Hisanori’s thigh. A hand that is usually comforting but has grown to feel odd as time went on.
But it’s fine. It could always be worse.
“Ah… papa. How about holding hands?” Hisanori grabs his father’s hand, trying to distract him from his delusions. The nurses say it’s better to simply distract the patient from their delusions. Their mind isn’t there anymore. Never straight up reject their reality. It could do severe damage, especially to the more aggressive ones.
But Noriyoshi is never violent. And no one has told Hisanori what to exactly do when he comes onto him. Shameless and without a single care in the world.
Hisanori intertwines their fingers together, subtly forcing Noriyoshi to keep his hands to himself. Eijiro, a fellow patient close to his father’s age, pushes a piece on the shogi board seated in between the men.
“I think I have the winning hand this time, Noriyoshi-san! You won’t beat me this easily, especially with that wife of yours as a distraction!” He laughs out loud and energetic despite his shape.
Hisanori likes to think that he looks like a man. Perhaps a bit pathetic, with a kicked dog atmosphere. Constantly sweating bullets and most likely gaining grey hairs. But a man none the less.
He wants to snap back, not you too, I’m his son. But he won’t. He can’t. It’s better to just sigh and shake his head.
“Hmm.” Noriyoshi hums, pressing his head into Hisanori’s neck and peppering it with a kiss.
“If you had a wife like mine, you would understand. Keiko-chan is… very beautiful, to say the least!” He exclaims, smug and prideful. Still reminiscent of the man Hisanori knew many years ago, just… out of it.
Noriyoshi brings his son’s hand up to his lips, placing a perfectly aligned kiss to his wedding ring. Hisanori sighs, once again. If he had 100 yen for every deep exhale he took today, he would probably be rich.
At this point in time, Hisanori has unfortunately grown used to this behavior. He was always close to his father, growing up, he was the true definition of a daddy’s boy. In a healthier version than Toshiro’s, of course.
“Let’s try to beat Kitagawa-san, papa. Let’s focus on that, okay?” Hisanori attempts once more to push himself out of the focal point of this conversation. He wonders if dementia patients frequently share their delusions with each other, or if Eijiro is just in on it as a joke. He’s been told about his various pranks on the staff, but what else is there to do?
The men here are passing away, slowly. As much as Hisanori would rather not think about his father dying.
Initially, he pushed him away, but the completely heartbroken expression on his poor, dear old dad’s face broke Hisanori’s own heart into a million pieces. He loves this man; he respects him more than anyone else in his pathetic life. Sure, he’s made his mistakes. But every parent has.
He lost the love of his life. If he wants to think his second son is her, then it’s alright. It keeps a smile on his face.
“I don’t know…” Noriyoshi trails off, kissing Hisanori’s hand once more. “Papa wants to do something else… might have to kick the guests out early! No offense, Eijiro, I’m sure you understand.” With that statement, his kisses begin trailing past Hisanori’s hand, then his wrist, moving up his well-defined bicep.
A shiver shoots up Hisanori’s spine.
“None taken! Us men have needs, I understand!” Eijiro laughs out once again before coughing and patting his chest.
“Guh.” A tired groan escapes Hisanori. His face heated up from the sheer embarrassment of this bizarre situation.
Seriously? The only other person here paying attention to this situation, but he’s too out of it to recognize his surroundings either. Come on!
“Alright, alright. Papa, come on.” Hisanori wants to shake him off, knowing damn well that he could easily lift him up and set him somewhere else if he truly wanted to end this bad behavior, but he doesn’t. Only shrugging his shoulders in response. “We’re in public, this is embarrassing, you know?” He laughs, because what else can he do at this moment?
It’s as if Hisanori’s response only pushes Noriyoshi further, persisting with as much intensity that he can muster.
“Ahh, standing up for yourself, Keiko-chan? Good, good. It’s about time, young lady!” He laughs, clinging closer to his son and leaning in to take a nip of his ear.
A nip of his own son’s ear. That’s something they stopped doing when Hisanori was still in diapers.
“But you know I won’t back down that easily, no, no. Not at all. Not with that blouse on. You knew what you were doing when you wore this. Naughty girl!” Noriyoshi chuckles once again, sneaking his hands around Hisanori to grope at his chest.
Hisanori jumps with a gasp. Then, immediately curses himself for his own reaction.
No wonder he thinks you’re a fucking woman, Hisanori.
Anger washes over him, however, Noriyoshi’s hands remain on his chest. Eijiro laughs again, because that’s what Eijiro does. His father’s hands give another squeeze. Gentle, yet firm.
“Papa.” Hisanori states, exasperated as his head snaps in his direction. There, Noriyoshi’s gaze meets him.
He smiles, tilting his head. A faint blush creeped along his pale skin. His once black hair- now more of a silver tint, layered perfectly against his face. He’s beaming, like a kid in a candy store. Happy as ever.
It angers Hisanori even more that he can’t be angry at him. Instead, bringing his own hands up to his face to rub it. A long and loud sigh. Hisanori is a grown man, sitting next his old father at this expensive nursing home. Hisanori is the only child that visits him and, the only one left that is legally allowed to be alone with him.
Thanks, Toshiro.
You should be thankful. Hmph. He can hear his twin say. Groaning and grunting in annoyance before asking him to borrow money.
What an exhausting, odd family Hisanori was born in. Not that he’s much better, but still.
“Jeez, I can’t be angry at you.” Hisanori breathes out, which causes Noriyoshi to smile wider.
“Good girl, very good.” He flirts, squeezing Hisanori’s pecs again. “As feisty as you can be, you still know your wifely duties! Ah, Eijiro, don’t stare too hard. I’ll get jealous!” Then, a pinch.
Directly on his nipples.
Hisanori jolts once more, then curses under his breath. The feeling of shock mixing with a sick pleasure for a split second. His entire face is red by now.
He’s going to die of embarrassment. Telling the world, you think your wife is cheating on you with the damned crippled butcher is less embarrassing than your dad groping your chest like a woman.
“How do you even know where my nipples are?!” Hisanori snaps, speaking a bit louder than intended. Not that the staff cares. They’re probably on their smoke break instead of doing their damn job.
“Ah, you know papa knows Keiko’s body better than anyone else! That’s what you get for not wearing a bra, darling.” Noriyoshi hums, clinging to his son like a koala. It would be adorable if not for the obvious fact, of, well, everything.
Hisanori knows more about his parent’s sex life than he ever cared to know.
I could’ve told you that, he can hear Toshiro say right before he would get punched in the stomach.
Shut up. Shut the fuck up, you degenerate.
“I- I don’t need to wear a bra, papa.” He tries to reason with him, even though it’s useless. There has got to be some form of dignity that the lawyer can retain today. All he wanted was an enjoyable day away from Rinne, away from the screaming and fighting at home. Spend some time with his dear dad. His hero. His role model.
Grabby hands threaten to pinch once again before Hisanori finally grips them, gently, however, and pulls them off his chest. Noriyoshi smiles back to him, before making groping motions once more, despite the fact his wrists are trapped in his son’s hands.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re proud of yourself, I can tell. Thanks, papa.” Hisanori tuts with sarcasm, not removing his grip just yet.
“Keiko-chan is so adorable.” His father purrs, before shifting his legs.
With that movement, Hisanori looks down- then immediately regrets having eye-sight.
Clad underneath his father’s nemaki, nestled right between his legs, is an obvious, starting to poke through, erection.
Hisanori feels as if his soul has left his body.
“Getting excited now, old friend? Hah! This is the most excitement I’ve had in years! You two love birds should run along now!” Eijiro waves his hand before looking back to his shogi board.
“How are you even able to still get those?!” Hisanori speaks with a mixture of frustration, shock and just genuine confusion.
With that, there’s a twitch in Noriyoshi’s nether region. As if it’s shouting, Hello! Look at me!
“Why don’t we listen to Eijiro? I think someone wants to say hi to Keiko-chan.” Noriyoshi hums, wiggling his fingers. “Ah, do you plan to keep my wrists tied up? Feeling adventurous, baby?”
Hisanori lets go of his father’s hands, there’s no point in keeping him at bay anymore. His father will do whatever he wants or try to. And Hisanori won’t stop him.
He can’t. He can’t stand seeing that depressed look on his father’s face again. The look he gave him when he, in his diluted mind, believed his wife was angry at him. That she was refusing to kiss him because of something he did, that she refused to say.
Hisanori will do anything to avoid seeing anything resembling the expression Noriyoshi held the day the paramedics wheeled his mother’s hung body out of the house.
“Alright, I think it’s time for us to go to your room, papa.” The moment he lets go of his wrists, Noriyoshi is back to clinging onto his son, burying his face into the crook of his neck and taking a deep inhale.
“Oh, Keiko-chan. I knew you couldn’t hold back much longer.” He purrs into his skin like a newborn kitten, kissing the ever-growing stress induced vein on Hisanori’s neck.
With another sough, Hisanori slowly retracts his father’s hands, instructing him to wrap his arms around him so he can carry him. Noriyoshi extends his arms above his head like a young child, causing Hisanori to chuckle despite it all.
He never thought that in just a few years that he would be the one carrying his father around, bathing him, feeding him and keeping him company. Returning the same favor that Noriyoshi once done to him in his youth. It is bittersweet, in a sense. It both hurts and soothes Hisanori at the same time.
“Wee! Keiko-chan has gotten strong, have you been working out? Since when did you have the time to do that?” Noriyoshi laughs, easily scooped up into his son’s arms. Hisanori thinks back to when he was in middle school, around the age of thirteen. How he would try to lift his father up with all his strength.
How Noriyoshi would laugh out, perhaps in a few years with how big you’re growing!
“Time flies by much too fast.” Hisanori speaks a thought out loud as he enters Noriyoshi’s room, locking the door behind him with one arm, still easily keeping his thin father attached to him.
“So, so strong.” His father rambles, beaming against his son. “This is fun!”
Hisanori wonders if Kirara will carry the same torch for him once he is well into his age. The idea sounds ridiculous now. He never wants to imagine a life where he isn’t taking care of Kirara in some vicinity. Then, worry settles in. Truth be told, Hisanori wouldn’t mind if Kirara lived with him forever, or if he got full custody over her, to say the least.
Hisanori lays his father down onto the bed, attempting to comfortably place him on his back, Noriyoshi fidgets somewhat, trying to get comfortable. His feet wiggle, rubbing them together as his head turns to the side.
“Are you not going to cuddle your papa?” Noriyoshi smiles, staring up at his son. In that moment, Hisanori is nearly convinced that his father’s delusions have faded, just for a second.
But as his eyes lower, going across his father’s old body, his erection is only becoming much more noticeable in his pajamas. His face is still flushed as he pats the bed.
“Jeez, papa.” Hisanori exhales before rubbing his face. “Energetic today, aren’t you?” His voice is somewhat sarcastic, but he still obliges.
It’s just cuddling, what could go wrong? He can distract him with conversations that usually worked. Bringing up various topics to cause his father to soften or keeping his hands busy with something else.
But as Hisanori lays down on his side, snuggling into his father, Noriyoshi’s hands slide down his son’s hips before he buries his face into his well-developed chest. He rubs his cheek into him like a cat, humming with content. Pressing a kiss to his chest like a man would his own wife.
Never in Hisanori’s entire life, did he think his father of all people, would make him feel like a woman.
Or that he would feel another man’s clothed erection poking his thighs.
“A-alright, papa! I think that’s enough- “Hisanori starts, feeling his own blush reach his face from embarrassment. Even though they are alone now.
But that makes it worse, Noriyoshi has no one to tell him to stop. No one to look upon him and distract him from these delusions other than Hisanori. And Hisanori cannot tell him no. He doesn’t want to get aggressive; he doesn’t want to watch his father’s disappointment layer his face.
“Do you remember our wedding, Keiko-chan?” Noriyoshi replies, interrupting right before Hisanori can push him off out of instinct. His voice is low, barely above a whisper.
“I remember it as if it was yesterday.” He grabs Hisanori’s hand, carefully placing his ring finger to his lips. Kissing him with such a gentle, loving motion that causes a pit of guilt to envelope Hisanori’s stomach. “That white wedding dress, the heels you wore. The look on your face when you walk down the aisle. Ah, that was the happiest day of my life. I already knew I loved you, but that fully cemented it.”
Hisanori averts his gaze. He still has his parent’s wedding photo hanging in his house. Even though Rinne scoffs over it, not understanding the concept of loving parents. Even his own wedding didn’t look as happy as theirs.
Hisanori cannot remember the last time Rinne even acknowledged their wedding rings.
“I don’t know…” Noriyoshi trails off, kissing Hisanori’s finger once again. “I don’t know what I would do without you, my pretty little girl…. My baby. Papa’s baby.”
“Papa…” Finally, Hisanori forces his dull eyes to meet his father’s.
Noriyoshi looks back to him, a warm reddish tint to his cheeks. A big, loving smile that causes the crow’s feet around his eyes to crinkle up slightly. His greyed stubble and surprisingly thick hair. His cheek pressed against Hisanori’s chest.
He runs his fingers through his father’s hair, causing the man to practically purr against him, before pressing his hips even closer to Hisanori’s thighs. His loose pajamas are now threatening his hardened cock to escape even easier now.
His father rubs against him, taking a sharp exhale. Ushering his veiny hands to Hisanori’s collared shirt, shakily unbuttoning the first button with surprising ease.
Hisanori exhales, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He curses internally. Yet he does not stop him. Only encouraging this bad behavior as he scratches Noriyoshi’s scalp with his fingers.
It feels good to be wanted, to be needed, to have someone lust over you. To have someone recall memories of your wedding with such adoration.
Even if that person is your own father.
“Keiko…” Noriyoshi murmurs. “I need you. Papa needs to feel the inside of his wife again. The mother of my children. Hah.” He breathes out. “God, I need it. You know, it hurts when I don’t get it for a long time… naughty girl, holding out on her papa.” He dirty talks, causing Hisanori to swallow the lump in his throat.
Yet he looks at him with a gaze that Hisanori forgotten about. A face of a man who loves his wife.
Hisanori’s mother.
Hisanori loves his father, so, so much. Even though he is sick.
Noriyoshi waits before he unbuttons the final button, revealing his son’s pecs. As if he is waiting for consent. Or the gears in his brain are turning, trying to process why his loving wife is taking so long to agree to it.
“I guess it can’t be helped.” Hisanori mutters under his breath, feeling his heart thump against his chest violently. He grinds his teeth together, a bad habit he picked up since meeting Rinne.
“O-okay, papa. Do whatever you want. Uhm- uh.” Hisanori stammers. He doesn’t know what to do. He probably shouldn’t even be doing this, but he can’t tell him no. Not anymore. “I love you, I’ll… help you. Because you’re my husband. M- my sweet husband.” Hisanori forces out, playing into the role even though it isn’t necessary.
It’s the most he can do. It’s different than Toshiro. He isn’t assaulting his dementia riddled father, no. His father started it. Old people deserve love too. Old people deserve to feel pleasure.
With speedy command, Noriyoshi grins before kissing Hisanori’s exposed chest, then giving a small bite to the pale skin. Then, his tongue darts out. Just before Hisanori can change his mind before it’s too late, his father takes his nipple into his mouth and suckles onto him, using his free hand to grope the other breast.
Hisanori feels his heartbeat into his eardrums. This is wrong, this is very, very wrong.
A shock of pleasure shoots down Hisanori’s spine. No, that shouldn’t feel good. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore your bodily response. Are men supposed to gain pleasure from their chest being fondled?
Hisanori wouldn’t know, no one had ever done this to him before. No one has ever touched him with such love. The closest was Rana, but that was wrong too.
Noriyoshi is gentle yet hungry. Grinding his dick against him, causing a wet spot to form near his crotch. Hisanori’s own cock twitches from the new attention. Breathing in and out, trying to steady his breaths. His stubble scratches against his chest.
“F- fuck.” He stammers a curse, sharply exhaling as his father nurses onto him, his warm, wet tongue flicking across his nipple with experience that Hisanori would rather not think about right now.
And then he bites down, hard.
This fully takes Hisanori off guard, breaking him out of the immersion, the guilt riddled pleasure that his own father was causing him to feel. Causing Hisanori to jolt once again before gripping his hair. Still, his hand relaxes so he doesn’t rip his head off.
Looking to his father’s face which is layered with a smug, perverted expression.
“Naughty girl, you don’t use that type of language. Bad, bad, girl! Keiko knows better than that. Do you need to be thrown over papa’s lap and spanked like last time?” Noriyoshi’s free hand grips his son’s hip, pulling him closer. Skin touching skin.
“I- I can curse! I’m an adult!” Hisanori stammers, going into a losing argument against someone who thinks you’re his dead wife. “You can’t- you can’t punish me for that!”
“I can do whatever I want, Keiko. You’re my wife!” Noriyoshi laughs airily, pushing further into the dirty talking. Suddenly, he grabs Hisanori’s hand and trails it down his body.
“Y- you shouldn’t say that papa.” Hisanori stammers.
“Oh, hush. You like it when I’m forceful.” Ignoring his son’s denial, Hisanori’s hand soon rests over his father’s erection.
He’s gotten even harder since they first started.
No, no. Hisanori thinks.
It’s a forced acknowledgement, further pushing Hisanori into the reality of this terrible situation. Although he doesn’t know what he was thinking. Oh, sure let your father nurse on you. Maybe kiss him or rub his back.
But it’s obvious what Noriyoshi wants. He wants more than Hisanori should give him. He wants to feel a release.
He wants to fuck him. He wants to make love to his wife, Keiko.
It’s the most Hisanori can do.
Hisanori swallows once again. His mouth is dry, but his body is covered in sweat. Mixing the hospital-esque scent, combined with expensive cologne on both of their ends.
“Do you feel that, Keiko?” Noriyoshi breathes out, burying his face into Hisanori’s bare, damp chest once again. “My length, how hard I am for you. Right here.” He coaxes Hisanori’s trembling fingers to his swollen length.
Diligently, Hisanori finally dips his fingers into his father’s robe, untying it and revealing his nude form underneath. His erection springs free, as if he hasn’t aged at all. The only sign of age would be the greyish pubic hair on his happy trail.
Precum leaks from the tip.
He’s still the same size after all these years? Hisanori wonders, yet internally beats himself up for such a perverted, depraved thought. He recalls a childhood memory of bathing with his father and brother. Noriyoshi laughing and blushing when his youngest son asked why his penis is so big.
“T- that’s…” Hisanori rambles, dumbfounded. “Fuck, how are you able to get this hard? And to leak…” He doesn’t know who he is asking at this point, nor does he even want a true answer. “It’s…so big. Still. How…”
His unknowing praise causes his father’s cock to twitch. A sick grin tugging on his lips.
What a perverted old man. Hisanori internally tuts.
“Hmm! Still as surprised as you were when I took your virginity, Keiko?” Noriyoshi laughs again, as dominating as he attempts to be, his voice is still weak. Heavy with lust.
“Ahh, look at that blush! Keiko must be soaking wet right now, isn’t she? Go ahead, I shouldn’t be the only one having fun with toying with this erotic body. What a perverted little girl!”
“Y- you’re the pervert!” Hisanori speaks a thought out loud. Noriyoshi’s cock twitches again. He grips Hisanori’s ass, a gentle tap that he knows was probably meant to be much harsher.
“Mm! If you keep that up, I’m going to make sure you can’t walk properly after this!”
Noriyoshi kisses his son’s pec, before taking his nipple into his mouth again. Humming deep and low at him, the vibration pushes him to gasp.
Hisanori grits his teeth.
It’s too late to stop at this point. If he’s going to Hell, he might as well make it enjoyable.
He grips the length, careful and inexperienced with the male body. If he’s anything like his son, then he knows the base of his cock, right near his balls is more sensitive.
Hisanori strokes up and down, lazily smearing the precum- that he has no idea how or why it is there, back and forth his father’s length. Noriyoshi moans against his chest, nursing with his eyes closed.
His father’s hips stutter against the handjob. Practically fucking into his son’s fist like a dog in heat. Determined thrusts as he rolls his hips against the touch. Eventually, he detaches himself from Hisanori’s abused nipple. Something that causes Hisanori to moan. Weak, pitiful and disgusting.
I am disgusting. Hisanori thinks.
“S- so good. Keiko’s hands always feel good, hah.” Noriyoshi moans, husky and rough, he keeps his hands down the small of Hisanori’s waist, then gripping his ass once again.
“Remember when you pregnant with Arine?” Noriyoshi asks, throwing his head back as his son masturbates him. Hisanori swallows.
“I-I do.” He lies.
“Your breasts were so swollen; you waddled around everywhere… You were so cute.” Noriyoshi compliments, pressing his face into the crook of Hisanori’s neck. His soft, old hands massage into the flesh of his ass.
“You produced so much milk during that pregnancy, ah. I almost got jealous over it. Having to share with my daughter…” Noriyoshi laughs again before his breath hitches. “Fuck. Feels good. Maybe I am a pervert… but Keiko loves it, doesn’t she?”
“I do, I- I love you, papa. My perverted papa.” Hisanori replies, pressing a kiss against his father’s temple. An act he does frequently, yet in this moment, feels far more intimate than usual.
He must help him finish. He needs to do this. This is repayment for being a wonderful father. Sometimes, sons must repay their fathers like this.
“I love you, Keiko. Papa’s sweet girl. My wife, the mama of my children. My good little mama who works so hard to take care of her family and please her husband.” He praises.
Noriyoshi isn’t a bad man, he’s just sick. Old, sick and tired.
It’s Hisanori who is the true sick one. Sick in the damned head. He prays that his own erection doesn’t become too noticeable. The last thing he needs is for Noriyoshi to snap out of it right now. Noriyoshi’s eyes reach his before pressing their lips together. Pushing his tongue inside without a second to spare.
Hisanori stumbles out a guttural moan as his father licks into his mouth, before sucking on his tongue, causing drool to dribble outside the corner of Hisanori’s mouth. His stubble scratching against his face.
Noriyoshi sighs with comfort and love, kneading his hands onto his ass like a cat. He pulls back briefly, to lick up the saliva that escaped from his son’s mouth.
Hisanori whimpers, overstimulated and overwhelmed with pleasure and guilt.
“Poor baby.” Noriyoshi pants. “Little Keiko is getting so worked up from this.”
Why is he such a good kisser? And frankly, why is his father better at make out sessions than his own wife?
“Is it too late to have another baby?” Noriyoshi moans out
“Probably.” Hisanori states, matter of fact-ly before his father whines. Humping into his fist.
“Really?” His voice is filled with faux disappointment. “But I want to knock Keiko up again… let’s give Rana a little sister or brother. Haha…”
Hisanori grips the base of his father’s cock, then slides his hand to cup his balls. Massaging as gentle as he can. It feels as if he’s been jacking him off for hours, yet his father still won’t release.
“M- maybe.” Hisanori replies. “I’ll think about it.” He breathes against his father’s ear. Maybe dirty talking will work him up to completion. “Papa, are- are you close? Does it feel good?”
“So good, but I want more.” Noriyoshi huffs, sliding his hands towards the front of Hisanori’s pants. Hisanori jolts, before letting go of his cock to grab his hands. His father nearly throws a mild tantrum over the sudden halting. Trying to reach for the pussy that doesn’t exist.
“Keiko.” He draws out. “Papa wants to make a new baby…. Wants to feel the inside of his wife.” Noriyoshi begs. “You’ve worked me up so much, please. I need you, my darling.”
Hisanori panics, trying to figure out the best course of action- as if there is one in this rotten world. A handjob isn’t enough, he should have known that. He should have known his father had the stamina of a horse, even at this old age. He didn’t want to know it, but he should have.
“Alright, alright.” An idea strikes him, a sick idea, but one nonetheless. He can’t stand that pitiful look on his face.
“I’ll take care of you, uhm, papa…” Hisanori sits up, shaky hands tugging his shirt off.
Noriyoshi is back to smiling, giddy as he props himself up with his elbows. Watching Hisanori undress with the eyes of a hawk.
“A strip tease?! Ah, naughty! So naughty! I’m the luckiest husband ever!”
“N- not too loud, papa!” Hisanori hisses before his hands make his way to his belt buckle, undoing it as quickly as possible.
“I can’t help it, Keiko...” Noriyoshi draws out once more, patting the bed to beckon Hisanori over. “Get over here because I take it from you, haha! Naughty girl!” Demanding as always, Hisanori crawls over to him, pulling open his robes to reveal more of his thin, naked form.
Good, he still doesn’t recognize me, Hisanori never thought he would be grateful for his father’s dementia until now.
“You’re so bossy.” Hisanori tuts, crawling and splaying a hand over his father’s chest, before trailing his fingers up his neck like a spider. His chest flutters. Careful, ready and tempting.
“You really are a handsome man, after all these years.” Hisanori sighs and Noriyoshi grins.
“And you’re beautiful… beautiful, beautiful little baby. Little Keiko.”
Even though their act is a hideous secret. A secret no one needs to know about. A part of him prays that a nurse will burst in, scream at him and call him a sick piece of shit. But no one does.
The clock ticks on the wall. Never ending.
Hisanori’s fingers plunge into Noriyoshi’s mouth, taking him off guard but he quickly moans against the digits. Not wasting a single breath to devour his son- wife, just like he promised. His mouth is still wet, licking and sucking as if he’s done this countless times before.
Hisanori speculates further on his parent’s sex life, if fetishes and sexual fantasies simply run in the family. They say it starts in childhood, after all.
As Hisanori pulls his fingers out, damp with spit and sin, Noriyoshi moans in a whiny tone.
“I know, I know. I-I got to do this so, uhm, so that your… cock will fit, papa.” Hisanori shakes as Noriyoshi grips his hips. “I know how badly you need it; I’ll take care of you. I love you.” He can tell his father he loves him a million times over, but nothing will make it right. With a clench of his jaw and a sharp inhale, Hisanori brings his hand down to finger himself. He has only done this a few times prior to this, mostly out of curiosity to find his prostate. He scissors his two fingers inside, heavily breathing as he stimulates himself so that he can take his father’s cock. If anything, he wishes he could be the one giving it to him, exploring the inside of his body, but he knows that would break this unsettling father-son dance.
So he takes one for the team, as they say.
“It’s made for you, of course it will fit.” Noriyoshi runs his hands up and down his son’s body. Sticky-sweetness increases. “Keiko looks so good… such a healthy body.” His hands find their way to his chest once again.
“You really tits, don’t you, papa?” Hisanori grunts out, finding out new things about his father during these hours of their undeserved alone time.
Noriyoshi nods his head before laughing, wheezy and old; just like him. “Naughty language, I’ll forgive you this time, but…” As he trails off, Hisanori takes a deep inhale. “Please, Keiko. Now. I need my wife.”
It’s fine, it’s what some children do for their dads. Maybe Kirara will do the same for him in the future, as horrible as that sounds. The thought only makes Hisanori’s cock twitch, as guilty as it is.
As Hisanori crawls on top, he grabs his father’s cock, causing him to stir underneath him, his actions have become far gentler yet needy as time went on. Hisanori fully lets go of any guilt ridden thought, he’ll beat himself up over this later. Maybe he’ll spend twenty thousand yen on a prostitute or scrub his body off in the shower. Maybe he’ll watch cartoons with Kirara. Maybe he’ll do something to forget that he is just like his brother.
He positions his father’s cock to his entrance, pushing in through the slight gape, something that causes him to hiss from the newfound feeling before he slowly sinks down.
Noriyoshi gasps, then moans. Hoarse, gruff and romantic. A sound that makes Hisanori feel like home. Maybe this is home, nestled over your father’s dick as he believes you’re his late wife. Helping your father achieve an orgasm. Feeding into his delusions.
“Fuck, why are you so big, still? T- this is a lot. Let me adjust, papa.” Hisanori asks, knowing he will never get a proper answer as his insides are violated. Neither of them moves as he attempts to adjust to the pain. Hoping it won’t always feel like this.
The things he does for his father.
“I love you.” Noriyoshi moans out, pinching Hisanori’s waist as he rolls his hips, pushing more pain mixed with pleasure into his body. Demanding, ever so demanding.
Can he really blame him? It’s been years since his father’s had sex. He doesn’t even know if he masturbates anymore. The thought almost makes Hisanori laugh, despite their situation. Maybe he tries to jack off and get annoyed, wondering where his wife is to take care of him.
Noriyoshi whines, rolling his hips again into Hisanori’s core. He can’t keep him like this, it’s torture. It’s practically torture. Hisanori places his hands on his father’s shoulders. He tries to relax, his chest heaving up and down as he adjusts to it all.
Then, he finally moves. Grinding up and down at an excruciatingly slow pace. Feeling full, too full. Feeling his father’s hard cock rub against his insides.
With each grind, Noriyoshi moans. Again, and again. Noisy and loud. He breathes hot air against his neck, but his insides feel much harder. Twitching inside him at a quicker pace than he was before.
“I love you. I love you. Mine, all mine.” Noriyoshi huffs, fucking into Hisanori the best he can. Humping him like a small dog. “My wife, my good mama, my baby. Papa’s baby.”
It feels good.
Shockingly, as terrible as it is to say, it feels good. The tip of his father’s cock starts hitting a certain spot in him that causes his entire body to shudder. The pain is slowly replaced with pleasure.
Hisanori wraps his arms around his father’s back, going to the back of his head and pressing his face into his chest. Noriyoshi rests his cheek on his exposed pecs, fucking into him and breathing heavily.
He’s adorable.
Maybe Toshiro was right.
“Does- does it feel good, papa?” Hisanori asks, a smile tugging on his lips. Noriyoshi groans.
“M- mhm!” Noriyoshi attempts to speak but is too caught up with finally having sex that his brain can barely function. Hisanori laughs, airy and warm as he strokes his head, curling his fingers through his black hair like he would his own child. “Keiko is so tight, just like a virgin. So, so tight. Ah, so wet. So warm.”
“You really like it, huh?” Hisanori breathes out, fully losing himself in his character. The lines between him and his mother blur. “Papa is so hard, he really needed this, didn’t he?” He presses a kiss to his father’s temple.
Noriyoshi moans in response, deep throated and loud.
He must really like dirty talk. Hisanori thinks to himself.
“There, there. It’s alright, just let me take care of your needs. You deserve this for being such a good papa.” Hisanori cooes, pressing more light kisses to his father’s face.
“I-I do.” Noriyoshi replies, rutting against him before tilting his head up. “I love you, Keiko.”
“I love you too. Thank you for being such a good man, such a good papa and husband.” Hisanori breathes out, something within him is coiling, ever slowly growing and tightening.
“Fuck, y-you’re hitting that spot again! Slow down, papa. I-I don’t want you to finish too fast. My-“He starts, but struggles. “My husband.”
“I can’t help it; Keiko feels so good. It feels like we haven’t had sex in years.” Noriyoshi chuckles. “I know it hasn’t been that long, we usually do it every week, but you know how I get it.” He grunts out, kissing Hisanori’s chest. “I’m a sex addict when it comes to you. You made me this way.”
“T- that’s why we have four kids, because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” Hisanori stutters a moan, grinding onto him with gentle force. Fully adopting his housewife persona.
“Ah! Don’t shift the blame on me, you’re just as at fault! The number of times you- ah, groped me under the dinner table. Or in public- hah.” His mouth finds his way back to Hisanori’s nipple, giving it a harsh bite before licking it. Sending more shocks of pleasure down Hisanori’s spine. He pistons his hip as fast as he can.
Fuck.
It shouldn’t feel good. Being fucked in the ass by your dad shouldn’t feel so good, but it’s just a bodily response. Would it be worse if Hisanori was the one dominating him? He doesn’t know. But it’s alright. It’s fine. Repeat that mantra over and over until you can convince yourself you’re not going to Hell when you die.
Right?
Just a bodily response to sex. To look at his adorable, pitiful aged face. His purely blissful expression as he finally has sex. It’s so cute, too cute. As he mouths against his chest like a suckling baby, Hisanori clings to him, pulling in bare skin-to-skin contact, rolling his hips against the waves of pleasure. Intoxicating pleasure. He loves his father. Anal sex feels good when it’s not his own fingers trying to stimulate his prostate while fantasizing about a woman sadistically dominating you.
He wants him to be happy.
“Kiss. Give me a kiss, now.” Noriyoshi’s eyes are half lidded, ecstasy intoxicating him. He runs his hands up and down the small of his son’s back, slowing down his thrusts so he can focus.
“Jeez, you’re so needy. Like a little kid, you are an old man, you know? Papa…” Hisanori exhales against his face, causing Noriyoshi to grip him as hard as he can muster. He has no idea how regressed his father is in this moment, but he doesn’t care. There’s no room left for caring anymore.
Hisanori opens his mouth, tilting his father’s head back as he presses their lips together into an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue rubbing against his. Wet, sloppy haze breaking through as his father moans. Louder and louder, threatening to alert any passersby if they are actually doing their job.
It feels like home. It feels like the best thing he’s felt in months. Licking into his mouth and kissing him passionately, like an actual married couple. Rediscovering their spark. Though, he knows that his mother and father probably never lost that initial spark since their marriage to begin with.
He pulls away for a mere moment, kissing the corner of his mouth. Returning the favor that Noriyoshi initiated earlier by licking his saliva up from his spit-stained lips.
Noriyoshi whines and Hisanori shushes him like he would his own crying child. Stroking him as he moves down on his cock in a fluid motion. From the way his hips are stuttering, it seems like his father is coming close to finishing.
“It’s okay, I’m here. I’ll take care of all your needs. You deserve this.” Hisanori comforts, kissing the side of his head. “Poor papa, is it too much? Are you regretting this now?” He chuckles and Noriyoshi shakes his head. Whatever character Hisanori is playing, Noriyoshi seems to be taking it extremely well. A mimic of his own mother’s behaviors, combined with various porn he’s stumbled upon are making an intense mixture for his dementia riddled father.
“N- never, I’ll never regret making love to my wife.” He pants. “Feels good, so, so good. Keiko, Keiko.” He rambles. “I’m close. I might give you another baby if you keep squeezing on me like that. So tight, your pussy feels different than usual.” A flurry of kisses to Hisanori’s chest are given.
And Hisanori might cum if he’s not careful.
Hisanori’s cock is left trapped, aching for attention that he knows it shouldn’t receive, but if he keeps forcing himself down, if he keeps having his father fuck against his prostate, he’ll cum too.
“Y- you have so much stamina, where did you get all this energy from? F- fuck” Hisanori tuts, riding him like a pro even though he has just discovered how to do this today. He wonders if this will become a habit, he hopes not. But knowing the Kurosawa curse, everyone in this family repeats the worst things over and over. Even when they claim that they’ll stop.
“I’m going to knock up Keiko.” Noriyoshi wheezes. “A fifth kid, h-how would you like that?”
“Uhm, I- I’d like it a lot. My love.” Thank God men can’t get pregnant, Hisanori thinks.
“Fuck.” His father releases a rare curse. “I’m getting old, I need to lay back. Ah- ah, close. So close.”
Groaning, Noriyoshi suddenly lays back and Hisanori helps him. Gently pushing his aged body against the crumpled sheets. Slowly losing his strength to remain in one spot, perhaps he used to be able to do this before, but not anymore.
Hisanori pushes his hair out of his father’s face, before grabbing his hand and enlacing their fingers together. Noriyoshi huffs and his hips roll again. Craving that release despite his exhaustion.
“Take care of me, baby.” Noriyoshi’s eyes flutter open and shut as he stares at Hisanori with such adoration it makes his heart swell.
“I-I will, I always will. I’ll take good care of papa. Just relax, let me take control.” It’s not a lie. Perhaps he means it in different ways, but he’s already crossed the line. It’s better for him to do this than it would Toshiro, at least.
“Take care of me.” Noriyoshi repeats. “T- ah. Take all the pain away, Keiko.”
Hisanori kisses his forehead, holding onto his father with his wedding hand. Tender and sympathetic as he bounces on him, trying not to go too hard. He doesn’t want to break him.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry that I’ve gotten old.” Noriyoshi apologizes, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t- can’t do what I used to. Oh, that feels good.”
“It’s okay, papa. Don’t apologize, please” His genuine personality breaks through as he caresses his father’s face with his free hand.
“I’ll make Keiko cum too, I-I promise. Here, I’ll play with that clit-“As Noriyoshi’s trembling hand attempts to reach for Hisanori’s cock, he quickly shoos it away.
“N- no! Uhm, no that’s fine! I want to cum from… Noriyoshi’s cock.” He finally says his name, feeling dirtier than he already was. His own cock twitches, leaking precum against his stomach.
“Ah, lovely girl. What a good wife.” Noriyoshi smiles, tilting his head to the side as his son bounces on top of him, he brings Hisanori’s hand to his mouth to kiss his knuckle, then his wedding ring. Another wave of pleasure shakes through him as Hisanori grinds down.
Hisanori takes full control, letting his hips move on their own and quickening the pace. Encouraging Noriyoshi the best he can.
“J- just let it all out, papa. I-I want you to cum inside. You wanted another baby, right? Let it all out, be a good boy, now.”
Noriyoshi grits his teeth, nodding his head as he squeezes his eyes shut. Trying to focus all his strength to finish in this moment. With the continuous friction, his noises grow louder. Incomprehensible moans of an old man that doesn’t even know where he is right now.
A good man, a good husband and father. A man that Hisanori wishes he could be.
“Keiko.” Noriyoshi sobs before his free hand reaches to touch his son’s face. “Kiss me, kiss me so I can cum.”
Hisanori obliges, pressing their lips together once again.
Noriyoshi chokes out a broken moan as he cums, suddenly shooting off white streaks into his son’s ass. Releasing his seed that Hisanori didn’t even know he had any left of. Draining himself into him as he collapses further back onto the bed. His chest heaving up and down. His cock twitching in a stutter as it slowly softens. Hisanori squeezes down with a shudder, causing his father to whine from overstimulation.
“Good… papa. Good boy, just lay like that for a m-moment.” Hisanori mutters under his breath, praying his father keeps his eyes closed.
“I love you.” Noriyoshi mumbles, trying to catch his breath.
“I-I love you too. I love you so much.” Remorsefully, Hisanori grips his own cock, stroking up and down in quick, rushed motion. Jacking himself off speedily so he can finish. He tries to close his eyes, to think of something sexy.
Thinking of Rinne’s naked form, but that only aggravates him.
Thinking of Rana’s lips, their first kiss. But that forces more shame into his stomach.
Think of Kirara- no, wait, don’t. That’s his daughter. No, don’t think of her little feet. Or your shared baths together. Or how she clings to you.
There’s a wet ‘shlick’ sound coming from his sweaty hand and wet cock; guilt, shame. Remorse.
None of it’s working. Not even the worse things that always push him to the edge.
He opens his eyes, looking to his father’s peaceful face, a gentle smile on his lips as he breathes through his mouth. He runs his fingers down Hisanori’s thigh. Tracing shapes into his skin.
“I love you.” Noriyoshi repeats.
And that tight coiling inside Hisanori’s stomach rips in half. Exploding pleasure, he cums with a loud cry. Choked, broken and practically a sob of regret. He cups his hand over the head of cock to trap the semen that releases from him. Rolling his hips with the force of his guilty orgasm.
He tries to make sure that none of the semen hits his father’s face, he couldn’t live with himself if that happened. He couldn’t live with himself if Noriyoshi suddenly gained a sense of reality in this moment.
“Oh, God. Fuck, fuck.” Hisanori cursed, tears forming in his eyes. “Papa, I-I love you. I’m sorry.” He begs for forgiveness, his post-orgasm clarity hitting him as he slowly slides off with a lewd pop noise as his father’s flacid cock tugs out of him.
Noriyoshi grumbles, tapping his fingers on the bed. “Hey, I was comfortable there…”
“I-I know, I know. But I need to clean you up.” Hisanori states, searching all over for anything to wipe them both off with.
“Why not a bath? The kids are still at school… not that I would care if they weren’t.” Noriyoshi chuckles, half awake.
It’s probably the best option. Washing the musky scent of sex between two men so that no one catches on is better.
Thank goodness there’s a bathroom in his room. Something Hisanori pays a monthly expense for, as terrible as it is.
“That’s a good idea, papa.” Hisanori sighs. “Why can’t you have good ideas all the time?”
“How mean.” Noriyoshi smiles, reaching a hand out to grasp at his son’s arm, tugging him. “Ah, I don’t… I don’t think I can move, Keiko.”
“It’s fine, I’ll carry you. Come on.” Hisanori sighs, wrapping his arms around his father’s frail, naked body and pacing towards the bathroom. He sits him on the ground next to them as he runs the warm water. Carefully place it at the right temperature. Not too cold, not too hot. He was always fussy about the water temperature ever since Hisanori was a toddler.
Noriyoshi hums, still blissful and tired as his son helps him into the bath. His cock is fully soft now, not angry and red and imposing like before.
Hisanori sighs, using a sponge to scrub his father’s back. Gentle, gentle. Don’t want to break the skin. They are silent, save for the agonized screams and frets in Hisanori’s thoughts. Just like Toshiro, you’re just like him.
“That feels good, Hisa-chan.” Noriyoshi speaks out, causing Hisanori to nearly drop the sponge.
“Papa?” Hisanori’s mouth feels dry.
“Ah, don’t stop now! You wanted to have a bath with your papa at this age, silly boy.” He tilts his head back to look at him. “Might as well clean me properly.”
“D- do you know why we’re taking a bath, papa?” Hisanori’s eyes dart around the steamy, foggy room as his father leans against him.
“Well, Hisa-chan asked for a bath with papa. Toshiro isn’t here, so I feel more inclined to…” Noriyoshi rambles, still out of it. Believing Hisanori to be a young child.
“Don’t tell Toshiro, but… you were always papa’s favorite.” He pats Hisanori’s arm before blinking.
“Goodness, you’ve gotten so big on me! Little Hisa-chan isn’t so little anymore. What a handsome young man.”
Hisanori doesn’t know what to do, or what to think. He only sighs. A mixture of relief and blameworthiness.
“That’s… right, papa. Is it wrong for a son to want to bathe with his papa? Even at this age, I still love bathtime with papa…” Hisanori attempts to chuckle, but it only gets stuck in his throat. The incoming panic attack has halted, but it lingers inside his chest.
“Not at all! Now wash my hair.” He demands, tapping his fingers on his son’s hand. “You’ve always been a papa’s boy, no matter what.”
“I… am. I will always be one, no matter what. Even if there comes a time where you forget who I am, I will still love you. I love you, papa.” Hisanori rests his chin on his father’s shoulders, pulling him closer against his large frame. To think that once his father towered over him, that their positions were reversed in their shared bath times is so far away now, even though it feels like it was only yesterday.
“I love you too, Hisa-chan. Give papa a kiss, okay? You’re not too old for that now, are you? Ah, don’t tell Toshiro I said that…” He laughs again, old and confused.
Hisanori pecks him on the cheek, quick and chaste.
“Not on the lips anymore? I see how it is.” Noriyoshi smiles, tilting his head smugly.
“S- seriously?! You haven’t had enough kisses for today?” Hisanori speaks out his internal monologue without thinking. “You’re greedy!”
Noriyoshi only pushes his lips out, closing his eyes and silently demanding a little kiss.
Hisanori sighs, hurriedly brushing their lips together like they used to.
“Good boy.” Noriyoshi compliments. “Sweet, good boy.”
“Alright, alright. I get it.” Hisanori searches for shampoo. “Stay still and let me wash your hair.”
Hisanori hopes Rinne won’t ask him what took so long to get home. Not that it matters, anyways. If she’s even there, or if that butcher will be there waiting for him.