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The perfect birthday gift

Fascist Italy x Italy

yes it's smut what'cha gonna do about it

And don't expect much of it, it took me like 3 days to finish it so it's guaranteed that it's not good :/

Fascist was currently making a simple carbonara with his son, having some good father-son bonding time. Fascist had just reconciled with Italy free he was brought back to life, regretting how he had missed his little boy's growing up.

Italy was already a man by the time his father had came back to life, holding his life together. He had missed his dad so much after he watched him lose the life out of his green and red eyes. He had to get therapy for that, but he's fine now.

Both of the Italians were talking about how Italy had grown up after Fascist's death, the time quickly ticking by as the dinner was ready. Both of them walked to the dinner table,  beginning to eat their respective dishes.

"The other countries left me, Japan and Germany in some smaller room for kids because we were 'too young for adult matters'!" Italy chuckled a little bit, remembering how his German and Japanese friend used to get mad at that.
Fascist laughed a little bit, enjoying how eventful Italy's life was. He wished he could have been there to help him.

Eventually, they finished their dinner,  putting the leftovers and ingredients away before walking over to their respective rooms, tired. After all, both of them had the tendency to sleep early.

Fascist laid down on the bed he had claimed as his when he came back from the death, sighing a little bit. He reviewed all of the stuff he had learned about his son, smiling a little bit. Italy had became the man that he wanted him to be.
The Italian took off his clothes and climbed into the covers, slowly drifting off to sleep under the warm, fluffy blankets.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~death~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fascist woke up in the middle of the night, hearing some weird, wet sounds coming from somewhere. Annoyed that it had ruined his sleep, he decided to investigate. Fascist slowly got off the bed, grumbling a few curses and he groggily walked towards the source of the sound, not realizing he was naked.

The Italian headed to Italy's room, a bit confused on why would his son make that annoying, wet sound. He slowly opened the door, finding Italy sitting on a chair, using a fleshlight on his cock.

Fascist screamed, instantly looking away and feeling embarrassed. Did he just catch his son masturbating!? Italy saw his dad on the door and instantly covered up, hiding his dick and fleshlight. he blushed so fucking hard... Until he saw that his dad was also naked. Now this was a awkward situation.

"dad..? What are you doing here!?" Italy asked, trying to keep his cool as he tried to avoid looking at his dad's crotch. It became really hard though. He had a kinda nice cock.

"I heard a weird sound and looked to see you with that thing!" Fascist grumbled. Why did he  walk in his son masturbating with that thing!? What even was that?

"it's a fleshlight! It has a lot of lube! What do you want me to do?" Italy defended himself, crossing his arms. At least he wasn't completely naked.

"I-i don't know??? Use your hands??" Fascist was a bit confused, why wouldn't his son use his hands like any normal man? Was the 'fleshlight' that good?

"It's way better than just using your hands! Here let me show you." Italy got up, walking over to his Fascist and grabbing his father's dick, making the older realize he was naked and squirm in confusion and disgust.

"What are you doing!? This is disgustin-" Fascist began, getting shushed by his son, which was slowly slipping his dad's limp cock onto the tight and lubed fleshlight, making said man shiver.

"I'm just teaching my dad on how to use sex toys... It's not disgusting~"  Italy purred, slowly moving the fleshlight up and down on his father's slowly hardening member. Fascist froze, not knowing how to act on this situation. He couldn't say that the fleshlight didn't feel good. It was warm, and squeezed his member so good.

"Do you like it?~" Italy chuckled, watching his dad begin to pant and groan as he began moving the sex toy faster.
Fascist didn't respond, starting to thrust into the fleshlight, blushing madly. God, this was such a strange situation.

Italy teasingly began licking his father's neck, grinning as Fascist gasped a little bit, slowly nuzzling closer to his son.
the younger Italian took a step further, sucking and biting on the older's neck, hoping to find his sweet spot.

Fascist let out a moan, blushing as his son made love bites into his neck. He felt ashamed of enjoying this, it was so wrong but it felt so good. He was supposed to be Italy's father, the role model.  But now, he's at the mercy of his own son.

After a little while, Italy had filled his father's neck with hickeys, a bit bored. He wanted to go further with him. After all,  Fascist had interrupted his masturbating session.
Italy suddenly pushed his father into his bed, crawling on top of him.

"I-Italy.. we shouldn't be doing t-this..." Fascist whimpered, feeling so weak and submissive with Italy on top of him. Italy had put the fleshlight elsewhere, stroking his father's hard member himself.

"but you're enjoying it, aren't you?~" Italy teased, slowly pressing his lips against his dad's, grinning.
Fascist had made a small noise of protest at first, but he eventually kissed back and made out with his own son, horniness taking his mind.

Italy panted in the kiss, rubbing his crotch against his father's in a rough and desperate way, looking to stimulate himself in way any as his erection was starting to become painful.

Fascist let out a few whimpers, gladly returning the grinding as his tongue danced with his son's, sharing spit and air. Italy eventually pulled away to breathe, grinning.

"Let's take this a step further, dad~" Italy purred, stroking his already lubed cock and wetting his fingers with it. Fascist blushed, not knowing what his son would do to him now, because he's a fucking dumbass that never heard about gay sex.

"Stop calling me dad, it makes me feel worse..." Fascist grumbled, feeling a bit ashamed for doing this with his son. He didn't need to rub it on his face too.

"okayyyy... Fineeee.."  Italy whined and frowned a little bit, trailing his lubed fingers down to his father's crotch, heading down to his cute little white asshole. Fascist had closed his legs as a instinct, but Italy opened them again to prepare his father for what's to come.

"w-what are you going to do...?" Fascist asked his son, a bit of fear and uncertainty clear in his voice.

"I'm just going to prep you so that you don't feel as much pain when i fuck you." Italy answered, inserting a finger inside his father, making said man squirm a little bit.

"You can't just stick your dick in that! It just doesn't work!" Fascist gasped, trying to get Italy to not fuck his ass to oblivion, afraid that he might need surgery for that because he never heard of anal sex lmao, coward. He was uncomfortable with the finger inside him, it was so weird...

"Watch me~ don't worry, I'll make you feel good~" Italy chuckled. He started moving his finger slowly inside of his father, eventually adding another one when he thought Fascist would handle it. Fascist yelped a little bit, feeling himself being more stretched by the second finger than the first.

Italy spread his fingers apart, scissoring his poor father as he squirmed and panted a little bit. Fascist mewled, feeling pleasure from the fingering. It wasn't that different from pleasure from his dick, but it made him feel weird in the sense that it came from inside of him.

The younger added another finger inside his dad, smirking as he took it in easily. Fascist was already prepared and stretched out for his dick.
Italy stroked his hard member eagerly, grabbing the bottle of lube close to him and applied a little bit on his dick, to replenish the lube that already was there.

Fascist blushed gripping the bed sheets as he watched his own slowly scoot closer to his bottom, aiming his member into his tight virgin hole. Italy slowly pushed in his father, grabbing his hand and holding them up above the man's head.

Fascist let out a cry, feeling himself being way more stretched than he was with the fingers. He felt so full and weak. When the retired Axis Power looked down, he became terrified when he saw that Italy was only halfway in. He already felt so strange!

Eventually, Italy's member was completely inside his slight father, smirking as he saw the small stomach bulge caused by the dick inside his father.

"oh god-" Fascist laughed awkwardly, seeing the small bulge on his stomach. He was pretty sure it wasn't normal and that his son probably messed up something in him. Italy just grinned and pulled his father into a kiss, happy that Fascist didn't protest or hesitate to kiss back this time.

"Can I move now?" Italy asked, inpatient after a few minutes.
Fascist hesitantly nodded, already used to the hot rod inside of him. The son slowly slid out of his father and then pushed in, repeating this motion a few times to make Fascist used to having something move in him.

Fascist gasped and whined as Italy slowly pulled out of him, feeling quite empty without him now... It was so good feeling his son thrust into him, even if it was slow.

"Hah~ faster!~" The man whined, starting to move along with his son's thrusts, wanting him to move faster. Italy gladly sped up, groaning a little bit and he gripped his father's hands harder, keeping them above his head.

"y-yes!~ ah!~ Italy!~" Fascist moaned, squirming quite a bit as Italy gradually sped up, beginning to rock his father's body. Fascist was in heaven. Every thrust brought shocks of pleasure up his brain and he didn't have to do anything. His son on top of him, fucking him like that made him feel so hot, powerless and weak in such a good way. He had never felt like that.

"AHH!~" Fascist suddenly moaned loudly as Italy hit his prostate, making a wave of pleasure run through his body and turning his brain into mush.

"did i find your prostate already huh?~" Italy teased, thrusting into that spot harder and faster, wanting to see and hear his dad squirm and moan because of him.

Fascist just moaned loudly, red creeping up his face as he became overwhelmed with pleasure. He looked up at his son with half lidded eyes, silently begging for more as drool accidentally ran down his chin.

"your face is so pretty right now!~" Italy laughed, speeding up his thrusts to the point he was pounding into his poor father. The bed began creaking and making noises as it hit the wall with every thrust the son gave to his father.

"AHH!~NGH!~" Fascist let out a few drawn out screams of pleasure as he was pounded into oblivion, his orgasm quickly coming. the father looked at the ceiling, his eyes blurring from the tears coming from them.

Fascist couldn't even say anything as he let out a loud pitched scream of pleasure, climaxing and shooting his load onto both of their chests breathing heavily to regain his breath.

Italy was also getting close, panting and groaning as he rested his head on his father's shoulder, trying to keep up the pounding pace. Fascist squeaked, coming out of his high to find Italy still pounding into his now extremely sensitive insides, the pleasure quickly turning painful. He gripped Italy as much as he could with his mush brain, crying and looking for a way to make the painful pleasure bearable.

Italy had let out a groan as he came deep inside his father, staying in the same place for a few seconds before looking at his father's pretty face. The poor man was trembling as his chin was covered with drool. His eyes were unfocused, tears threatening to fall as his body could barely take the intense and sudden pleasure he had withstood.

"look at you.. you're beautiful dad..." Italy whispered to his barely awake father, kissing his lips passionately as he pulled out, watching the cum slowly leave Fascist's body. At this point, Fascist was already asleep, breathing softly. Italy chuckled a bit and laid down next to his father, spooning him into a comfortable position, slowly drifting away to a dreamless sleep as he bathed in the afterglow.

I don't regret anything about this.
I took about  a combined time of uh..  8 hours..?? Or three days into this and i ended up with 2228 words, just because i wanted to torture a friend for her birthday, which was 2 days ago. This boi is bigger than Reich x tank and i took about 2 months to do that