Gifts from the uncles

Meanwhile…

"Basti —" Dominic paused by the door, furrowing his brows at the sight he caught in his son's bedroom. 

Sebastian was sitting on the floor, busy typing on the keyboard. When the door opened, he froze and slowly looked back. 

"Daddy…" Sebastian let out a short awkward laugh. "Am I getting a time-out?"

"Basti, what are you…" Dominic trailed as soon as he approached and caught sight of the screen. Deep lines resurfaced on his forehead, not expecting to see unfamiliar codes instead of some games or the sort. He slowly veered his gaze to Sebastian, only to realize what his son was doing. 

Dominic wasn't good at the technical things that were happening on the Secret Floor. His wife taught him once, but he got too distracted with her buttocks. Thus, they barely got the chance to delve into the matter because resisting each other's charms was their biggest obstacle. They never got past that obstacle.