Single dad who's always been very close to his kids, but knowing he should probably try to "get back out there" eventually. So he starts trying to find dates, one day eventually succeeding. The youngest is already in bed, maybe he's found a sitter for the night or maybe he believes they're capable enough to fend for themselves for a few hours. Either way, he comes into the room to hug his kiddo goodbye, pulling the blanket up around their shoulders and kissing them on the forehead, cheek, and nose, promising to be back before morning. He smells like cologne and shampoo, and the light from hall illuminates him just enough to draw attention to his shirt. A short sleeved button up with a fun pattern. He left the first couple of buttons open, a bold choice for a bold new chapter in his life. His kids have mostly seen him around the house, in tee shirts or pajamas, running errands in whatever had been washed. It was rare to see him like this, but he cleaned up real nice. He left and closed the door behind him leaving his kiddo to sleep. But they couldn't. Dad smelled so nice and looked so handsome. The kid knew enough to understand that going on a date meant he might have sex, it's just something adults do. That sort of thought might embarass their peers at school, but not them. They didn't mind it. It made them feel good inside in a way they couldn't make sense of. They shouldn't know what their dad was up to, or be thinking about nasty things like that. But they couldn't seem to stop. They slipped their hand under their body, rubbing poorly up against it, not really knowing what they were doing, or how to get enough friction. But they kept going, trying to convince themself it wasn't wrong. It's not like they wanted to do that stuff with their own father, right? They just wanted to feel good, and do what grown ups do.
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