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Roman followed Shiv as she got up to walk after Logan.
He was struggling to feel like he hadn’t fucked it all up as their dad walked away from the table, it was what he’d said that had made him walk after all.
So, Roman walked behind Shiv until they got to the door where Logan had shuffled off to.
Shiv knocked for them and called out for Logan’s attention.
Roman wasn’t even sure if he was in there so he attempted to look through the keyhole which didn’t work and voiced his concern to Shiv who assured him.
“One by one, come in. One by one,” Logan announced from the other side of the door.
Shiv didn’t want to go in so Roman took the opportunity to see him first.
He placed his drink down on the side as he cautiously approached Logan.
Roman didn’t want him to blow up at him. Yeah, what he’d said was stupid but he had still needed to be clear. He wasn’t saying shit in front of anyone else. That was fair.
“So,” Logan talked first, “now that there’s no one here to hear your wonderful insights, what do you say?”
Roman leaned against a couch and looked at his dad to see if he was being serious.
“I actually do have a pitch on this, dad. Financialization.”
Roman didn’t get to continue his pitch before Logan was walking the small distance Roman had kept between them.
Roman wanted to back away but there wasn’t the space to.
He wasn’t sure if Shiv had stayed at the door or not so his dad getting this close to him in a moment like this could fuck a lot of things up but he still had no choice but to stay put.
Logan finished the last gap between them, taking over all the air left in the room as Roman tried not to shake in his spot.
“What are you saying?” Logan looked Roman in the eye.
Roman didn’t know how to reply and instead moaned stupidly at the feeling of Logan’s breath on his face.
Logan’s face showed a small portion of disappointment as well as a sense that he also shared the sentiment behind Roman’s weak moan.
Logan’s hands came down and started to undo Roman’s belt as Roman finally spoke again.
He cleared his throat and started his pitch, he needed to be careful what he did choose to say but he also needed to say something because Shiv could be listening in which made both things so important.
“Float hot,” Roman said as he tried not to react to Logan forcing his trousers down his legs.
“I mean,” he paused as Logan’s cold hand met his bare legs and spread them slightly open wider, “keep news for political power, for market manipulation capability.”
Logan took Roman’s boxers off next before quickly undoing his own pants and getting his cock out.
Roman wasn’t fully naked but compared to his dad, he was much more out in the open and it felt glorious.
He could feel himself getting wetter as his dad’s hard dick hung out of the small space he’d made for it.
“But the rest, we play the markets with.”
Logan’s cold hands guided Roman forward and onto his cock.
Roman was glad their height difference wasn’t so bad because otherwise this would be hellish.
His dad doesn’t spare him a few fingers to open him up so Roman allows himself to be speared open on his dad’s dick instead.
It’s uncomfortable for him but how wet he knows he is likely means Logan doesn’t feel the same uncomfortable air.
“You and me,” Roman breathed heavily against Logan’s ear as Logan’s hands brushed his lower back and began to hold him in place. “Up in a little pod above the city, fucking start ups and shitting on pension funds. Highly manoeuvrable, highly mobile.”
“And in terms of getting rid of Sandy and Stewy?” Logan asked him, as his dick pressed into Roman more firmly and the start of a thrust began.
Roman had to bite his lip to stop himself from gasping at the spark he felt in his stomach as his dad started to open him up.
“Oh, fuck ‘em. Scare ‘em off,” Roman said, trying not to say it right into Logan’s ear but failing.
Logan gripped onto his back painfully hard at Roman’s words. Fucking him physically like he would be doing to Sandy and Stewy metaphorically.
“As in?” Logan’s words were deeply unaffected by how balls deep he was inside his own son.
“As in, you know…” Roman trailed off as his dad’s dick rubbed against his cervix.
“Scooby doo it, dad.”
His dad entered his cervix in another clean thrust, causing Roman to have to elaborate on his idea through the most toe curling feeling.
“You just dress up as ghosts in the theme park,” Roman said, attempting to keep his eyes open.
The light coming in from the multiple windows in the room weren’t helping his struggle.
“You know, we just use the lawyers, the PIs, the honey-trap hookers, all the unpleasant people at our disposal.”
At the mention of hookers, Logan smashed into Roman with the start of an even more violent pace.
Roman could feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the pleasure his dad was giving him when he needed to be absolutely focused.
It should not be as hot as it was, explaining something to his dad as his dad fucked his brains out. “Call in all the favours.”
“Fucking President Raisin, all the Senate cock sucks who owe us.”
“Fucking kill, kill, kill,” Logan came inside Roman, as Roman’s mouth hung open at the end of his last kill.
Roman felt as his dad’s cum splattered his insides and couldn’t collect his thoughts enough to muffle a sound of his pleasure.
Logan’s hands lifted off Roman’s lower back and left Roman struggling to keep himself up right.
He hadn’t realised how dependant he’d been on that side of Logan’s support.
His dad pulled out as the last of his cum painted his walls.
Roman sunk down onto the couch arm he’d been leaning against before quickly shooting back up into a standing position after realising what he was doing, sitting down whilst there would be cum dripping out of him.
He swiped his hand at his folds to get the globs that had started to leak out of him gone and grabbed a few tissues from the desk.
Roman smiled at his dad.
He didn’t get to cum this time but later he was going to be thinking about this and giving himself the most toe curling orgasm ever.
“He’s dying,” Roman announced as he closed the door behind him, seeing his siblings gathered waiting for their turns. He could feel more cum leaking into his boxers which made him feel even better saying, “riddled with cancer.”