Forbidden And Forsaken

32

"Do I even want to know what you two got up to?" Empire raised an eyebrow at his sons as they descended the stairs.

Third grinned and slid into the seat next to him, "do you?"

Weimar moved to stand behind him, caressing his shoulders he mimicked his brother, "yes father, do you?"

Empire shakily took a sip of his coffee, "I think I'd rather not."

Just like that the two brothers left. "Suit yourself," Weimar tossed over his shoulder as he ran off to get up to who knows what.

Empire shook his head at their antics. He resumed drinking his coffee and reading the paper, he really would not like to know what they got up to in their spare time.

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"Daddy I'm bored," Weimar whined, flopping down on the couch and throwing his legs over Empire's.

Empire startled, then shot him a glare, "there are plenty of things you can do to entertain yourself without me."

"But daddy, everyone else is busy and I don't want to play by myself," Weimar calling him that didn't sound so innocent anymore. Empire refused to think further down that direction.

He shoved his son's legs off, "I'm sure you'll manage."

"Daddy~" Weimar whined, suspiciously sounding like a moan as he moved to sit right beside him.

"Stop that," Empire mumbled, looking away. "That's weird."

Weimar placed a hand on his knee, "but daddy~"

Empire fixed him with a stern glare, exasperated as the hand trailed upwards towards his crotch. "For fuck's sake Weimar- if you want to have sex just ask and for the love of God, do not call me daddy, it reminds me of when you were a little kid and that is not what I want to think about during adult activities!"

Weimar laughed, "alright, I can live with that rule."

He then moved to straddle his father, giving a short peck on the lips. He smirked and began to roll his hips.

Empire hissed as he felt himself begin to harden. Weimar's smirk deepened.

"You know, if only we had music for a proper lap dance," the younger nation mused.

"I'd say you're doing just fine without it," Empire replied, voice low. 

Weimar gave a sharp roll of his hips, "mmh, yes I would agree papi."

Empire glared at him, taking hold of his hips, "what did I say?"

"Not to call you daddy?" Weimar asked innocently.

"No variations of it either," he grumbled.

"Okay father."

"Why are you always such a problem child," Empire sighed, exasperated.

Weimar didn't answer, simply kissing him and resuming grinding on him. Empire let it slide, cupping Weimar's head to deepen the kiss.