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You felt yourself wake up, eyes still pressed shut. Copia’s arm was draped over you and his skin was radiating heat, spooning you. Wanting to tease him a little if he was already awake, you pushed yourself against him a little. You heard a small groan coming from him and you felt he was already hard. You chuckled. He never disappointed.
You felt he removed your hair from your neck, felt his lips on your skin, burning kisses while he held you tight, draping the blankets over the both of you.
Pressing into him more, approving sounds coming from your mouth, his kisses grew more passionate. He pulls at your shoulder and you turn around, facing him for a second, kissing him, before you climb on top of him with his help as he smoothes the blankets again. The room was dimly lit, the curtains closed, you could just make out his glistening white eye, your hands feeling his bare chest. You stared at him for a moment, he caressed your back, tracing patterns on hit, hands trailing down to your ass, holding it firmly.
You bend forward a bit to see more of his face, he looks striking against his dark red sheets, his hair disheveled, smudges of black makeup around his eyes, but yet you can see he looks determined. You kiss him and he eagerly returns the kiss.
He grinds his hips, rubbing himself between your thighs, pressing you against him, panting in your ear, as your hand sneaks in between your bodies and you feel him already being hard, pulling down the band of his underwear, sliding yours down as well, kicking it off quickly, as he slides his hands under your shirt, you hear him moan as he touches your skin. Feeling his warm soft hands on you like this makes your heart flutter.

You grind yourself on his erection, already being wet, coating him in your juices, making him whimper while you slip out soft moans, not wanting to wait any longer. You begin to sit up and he lifts you up by your hips, as you line up his cock with your entrance, stroking it a few times, making sure its covered in your slick.
Slowly you seat yourself on him, your eyes rolling back as you feel yourself get stretched by him, the feeling immediately making you feel awake, still not saying anything, biting your bottom lip, as he digs his fingers into your ass. As your thighs are now resting on his hips, being completely filled up, you stay still for a moment to savor the moment, you hear him panting, before you find a slow rhythm.
You ride him at a leisurely pace, both grunting, his hands traveling everywhere on your body that he can reach, your hips, your stomach, your hands. His caresses are so soft while he is buried deep within you.
The room is filled with the sounds of both your moans and grunts, and he reaches his hands between you and his skilled fingers find your clit, massaging it, making you gasp.
In the dim light you see him biting his lip as well, his eyes fixed on you, his hips rocking into you as you meet his slow thrusts. You bend forward to be able to kiss him and he grabs onto you tight as he increases speed, and your moans and whimpers get more, louder, in his ear, and he knows you’re close. From his irregular breathing and moves, you know he is close as well, and you angle your hips a little so you can just grind your clit against him.
The feeling of him hitting you to your max is maddening, and you whimper in his ear as he fucks up into you, hard, when you lay your head down next to his and you hear his breath stuck in his throat before, as he, in his raspy morning voice, speaks for the first time that day. ‘Cum with me…’ And you do, fuck, you both do. You clench around him, he pushes deep inside you while you both reach your climax, and you feel his hot seed being fucked up into you, as you moan uncontrollably, trembling in his arms. When you stop shaking, you feel his grip relax on you, but still holding on, panting in your ear. He pulls out, you gasp at the empty feeling and the bits of cum dripping out of you as he kisses you. ‘Good morning cara…’ he greets you, his eyes are full of love but he won’t stop touching you as you smile at him, blissfully happy, wishing him a good morning as well.
For a few more minutes you lay there, holding each other, until he gets up and beckons you, inviting you for a refreshing shower. He is so tender and soft, offering to wash your hair. His touches are featherlight. He stands behind you and envelops you in his arms as the water rains down on you, his still ragged morning voice in your ear. ‘Such a good morning with you, amore…wanna make you feel good like that every morning when you wake up…’ You pur, snuggling against him.

He makes you breakfast and when you’re done, he asks if you’re all refueled. You say yes, he lifts you up out of your chair and kisses you more passionate than ever this morning, with a low growl saying: ‘Good, now let’s *really* start the day…’

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It’s the middle of the night, you’re in your bed in your room at the ministry. You had fallen asleep just fine, but now had woken up, wide eyed, feeling like you had to do something but you couldn’t remember anything like that. Couldn’t even remember any dreams you might have had.
You had started a relationship with Cardinal Copia months and months ago, after a while of awkward dating and secret hookups, he wanted to make it official. Admittedly, it was nice not having to hide anything anymore, but you missed the thrill of the secret hookups.
Usually you would sleep together in his room, but he was away on some Ghost related business, although you knew he would be back tomorrow, or well, later today. Late afternoon, he had said on the phone.
Wide awake, your mind went back to the days before he left, how much fun you had together. He would only be away for four days, but you hadn’t been apart for even two days, so it would be different. You enjoyed his company, not just physically, also spiritually and mentally. He was kind and soft, funny. You could talk about anything and everything with him. Not to mention, he was great in the sexual department.

Your thoughts wandered off to four days ago, when you last had sex with him on the morning of his leave. It had been sweet and slow. Although you loved the rough sex you would often have, the sweet and slow kind made your heart stutter and stomach flutter.
The way he touched you, spoke to you. Looked at you. He felt perfect for you, fitting in just right. A tingle went through your body at the thought of it, a flutter of warmth gliding down from your stomach to between your thighs. When you recalled the thoughts and memories of the last time you had been with him, you wanted so bad for him to touch you. Since he wasn’t there, however, it would have to be a job done by yourself. Which wasn’t a bad outlook, but you’d just rather feel him…every time. You sighed, trailing your fingers down, under the blankets, rubbing yourself over the fabric of your panties. You thought of how he had kissed you, his hot breath on your skin. How he had grabbed your hips, soft and commanding, grinded against you. His fingers were so skilled, the way he circled your clit, curved them inside of you, hitting that sweet spot.
Still rubbing yourself teasingly over your panties, you felt them getting soaked, deciding to dive under and stroke your fingers through your slick folds. You bit your bottom lip. Fuck, he even made you wet when he wasn’t even here. You trailed a finger down to your entrance, slowly pushing it in, gasping, soon joined by a second one, pumping them in and out while thinking of when he would do the same with his gloved hand, needy whimpers coming from his mouth, his cock twitching in anticipation. You went to close your eyes and get lost in the moment, when suddenly your phone rang. You cursed under your ragged breath, deciding not to pick up. Who the fuck would even call you at this hour?

The phone stopped ringing and you resumed fucking yourself, when it immediately rang again. Annoyed, you glanced at the screen and immediately stilled your hand. Copia was calling! With the clean hand, you grabbed your phone, quickly removing your hand from your panties, not knowing what was the matter. Surely something must have happened, why else would he call at this hour….you felt worry rise in your chest.
You picked up, holding the phone to your ear. Fuck, your breaths were still ragged and unsteady. ‘Amore? Mi dispiace for calling at this hour…’ you heard his voice, which sounded…excited? His business must’ve gone well, then. You replied: ‘Hey Copia, no it’s okay, I was awake anyways. What’s going on?’ You tried to steady your breaths, not wanting to sound like some panting weirdo over the phone like this. You heard him take a sharp breath in when he replied. ‘Eh, it’s so good to hear your voice. Why are you awake, cara? Is something the matter?’ You chuckled, being honest with him. ‘I just missed you too much, I suppose. I was thinking of you.’ From the way he spoke, you could hear he was grinning.
‘Ah, well, I called you because *I* was thinking of you, amore…’ His voice trailed off.
You felt an ache between your thighs, the warm wetness persisting. ‘What were you thinking of me, hm?’ You replied, your voice becoming velvety. You heard him chuckle again.
‘I have an idea, will you trust me?’ He asked, his voice sounding excited, still. Quickly, you replied with an enthusiastic ‘yes’, being happy you could talk to him instead of sleeping alone, pleasuring yourself alone. He made a low growling sound you could hear over the phone. Oh. He must’ve been quite worked up, himself…with a smirk, you sat up in bed. ‘What is it, Copia? I trust you, what’s the idea?’ He instructed you while you slid into your robe and put on socks, sitting on the edge of your bed, not wanting to risk falling asleep. ‘Cara, I want you to exit your room and head towards mine. Can you do that, hm?’ He asked, his voice commanding but sweet. Heat rose in your stomach. What was he getting at? But it wasn’t like you had anything better to do right now. ‘Of course I can, right now?’ you inquired. He replied. ‘ Sì, right now. I have an excellent idea, cara mio.’ The heat and flutters in your stomach continued. Maybe he wanted you to pleasure yourself on his bed…send him some photos…some videos…it wouldn’t be the first time. You slid into some shoes and exited your room, all but running towards his, not wanting to waste a second.
You could still hear him over the phone, chuckling as he heard you move. ‘My, you sound very excited, amore…’ He said, his voice was dripping like honey. Fuck, you were dripping too. Somewhere else, though. ‘I am. I’m nearing your room. Oh…but Copia, I don’t have a key!’ You realized, he had given you one but it was in your bag somewhere, in your room, you had forgotten it.

You heard him breathing, heavily, in the same tone of voice replying: ‘It’s open, I think…just try it.’ Unsure, you walked towards the door, your hand on the handle. ‘Copia, I-’ You said, softly. He replied in a barely audible whisper. ‘Just try it…’ You pushed the handle down, entering the pitch black room. Closing the door behind you, your hand searched on the wall for the light switch, when suddenly, you heard something shuffling on the floor. Standing still, listening if you had heard it right, you noticed it had gone quiet on the other side of the phone. As you turned your hand towards your face to check the phones display and turn on your flashlight to get the light switch, your wrist was grabbed and you yelped, scared shitless, while another hand grabbed your shoulders and you heard a ragged breath. Yelping again, in a split second you saw it in the faint light of your cellphone before your lips were trapped in a passionate kiss. Somehow, it was Copia. Now you felt the fabric of his gloves on your skin, the hairs of his mustache tickling your upper lip. In shock, you dropped your phone, not even caring about it right now. In the dark, he kissed you with a hunger he never felt before, and you kissed him back, grabbing onto him for dear life.
His hands undid your robe, impatiently pushing it off of you while you shook it off your arms, tracing his chest and back, you felt he had on a button up. Quickly fumbling with the top buttons at the front, he didn’t waste any time and momentarily released you to pull it over his head. He pressed himself against you, pulling of your shirt as well, now skin to skin. The hairs on his chest and stomach tickled against your skin, he felt soft and warm. He turned you around and walked you backwards, still clinging on tight, his lips devouring yours. The back of your knees hit something, you realized it was his bed, and he pushed you onto it. You yelped, it was a little scary to just fall like this in the pitch black darkness of the nighttime bedroom, but as soon as he crawled on top of you you had forgotten about that. One of his hands massaged your breast, the other cupped your face and you heard him speak for the first time since the phone call. ‘Missed you so fucking much, cara…’ His voice was so unbelievably ragged, his breath so hot, you needed him so much it hurt. ‘I missed you too..’ it almost came out in a moan, as you dug your nails into his back. He was grinding himself against you, you felt he was hard through his pants. He smiled against your lips, before he sat up and you felt his hands trailing down your torso towards your hips, where he tugged on the waistband of your pajama pants. Pulling them down, together with your socks and underwear, you felt a shiver down your spine, all over your skin, from the air suddenly touching all of your bare body, but also from the excitement.

You heard him growl, even though he could not see you. You heard fabric rustling and knew he was undressing himself as well, hearing his pants drop. You felt him climb on top of you again, you spread your legs for him to sit between them, and he kissed your neck, his hands trailing all over your body, grabbing your breast, pinching your nipples, elliciting loud gasps from you, clinging onto his back with your nails digging in, your hips rutting up into him. He took your hand and kissed it, you heard him chuckle and you felt the hairs of his mustache on your fingers. ‘Hm, naughty girl…I recognize that smell so well…’ You groaned, whispering. ‘I was thinking of the last time you fucked me, I just had to touch myself…’ To which he took your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over them, drinking in your taste. Letting them go, you felt his hand on your jaw, and then one of his fingers on your lips. ‘Open up that pretty mouth…’he commanded, as soon as you did he put his finger in and you sucked it, wildly in anticipation of what was to come. He pulled it out with an audible *plop* and trailed it down between your bodies, between your thighs, which were delightfully spread apart for him already. He pressed his wet finger on your clit and started rubbing in circles, as you gasped and arched your back, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside. You heard him chuckle but breath heavily as well, moving his finger faster, you felt his hips move and you kissed his jaw, between moans speaking to him. ‘I’m already wet for you, please fuck me already’ practically begging him. You heard him growl again as he pulled his hand away, you felt the head of his cock press against you as he stroked it a few times through your folds, getting it covered in your slick, to which he guided it inside, sliding in until he was fully seated within you as you both inhaled with a sharp gasp. He bend down and you lifted your knees, giving him better access, pressing them against his sides. He planted an elbow next to your head while the other was on one of your breasts as he kissed you, fucking you fully now, staying deep within and only pulling out slightly with each thrust. This being in the dark heightened your other senses as you couldn’t see him, and it was like you could feel him even better now.
Moaning as you felt him fill you up, which always felt divine, you matched his rhythm with your hips. ‘So tight…fuck…’ he whimpered, under his breath, setting a faster pace, panting as you held onto him and moved with him, kissing whatever skin your lips could reach, grazing it with your teeth as he moved faster, deeper, in a frenzy fucking into you with a vigor that left you breathless, the only sounds coming out of your mouth being whimpers, curses and his name. ‘Copia, fuck! Oh, you always…hmm fuck, f-fuck me so well…’ His powerful thrusts made you feel like you were very close to your climax, feeling it building up inside, striding towards the finish line like a blazing fire. You started clenching around him, moving your hips at an irregular rhythm as you felt him move uncontrollably, keeping up the fast, deep thrusts despite that. ‘AH! FUCK. I can feel you- come on, cum for me…’ His words coming out in choppy breaths made you shoot your hand down to your clit, pressing your fingers against it, not needing anything more as with a shock you came, tightening around him as your back arched and your mouth was in a silent scream, your breath held. When you could regain your breath you couldn’t quite say anything. ‘AH-ha..’ just whimpering, as he grabbed your hips tight, thrusting himself deep inside and with a clenched jaw, hissing, he came as well, pressing himself against you, inside you as hard as possible, holding onto you.
He bent forwards, leaning on his elbows, panting over you. You felt his hot sweaty skin against yours, as you held him, both panting while you occasionally slipped soft moans. When he pulled out, he lay next to you, his head on your chest while you held him and stroked his hair and he held you. You wiped the strands of hair from his sticky forehead, still not seeing him but knowing his face oh so well. ‘I really missed you…’ he whispered, kissing your skin, turning you to envelop you in his arms. ‘I missed you too. I’m so happy you’re already back…’ you replied, but you yearned to see him again. ‘Well, things went smoother than expected so I thought I’d surprise you by coming back a little earlier…although I do wish to see you, amore.’ You chuckled and kissed him. ‘Will you turn the lights on?’ You felt him get up and walk away, you shielded your eyes against the light that would suddenly be on. You heard a click and you felt him get back in bed, holding you and you opened your eyes, the light a lot less harsh than you had expected. He had turned on a low, more comfortable light that he knew you liked. It was cozy. It was then that you saw him, your cardinal Copia, so close your noses almost touched. His green and white eyes looked into yours happily, a smile on his lips. You couldn't hold in a laugh, and he looked at you a little puzzled. ‘Is it so funny to see me again cara mia?’ You reached out your fingers and rubbed at his face, kissing his nose. ‘Just your smudged lip paint, cardinale.’
You saw his rosy cheeks get a few tints darker as he chuckled. ‘Oh, no that will not do. Grazie mille, amore.’ He said, kissing you again, holding onto each other and drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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It was the night of another ghost concert, or, ritual as they called it. Cardinal Copia was getting ready, having to change out of his sweats, take a shower, apply his paints and whatnot.
The outfit he'd wear after the shower was on a hanger on a rack against the wall, a bright white suit, with a patterned jacket and a black shirt for underneath it and matching, shining shoes.
The pants he wore with his suits were always tight and comfortable to move around in the entire night, being very stretchy and form fitting. He liked to look his absolute best every time he'd perform, and that meant no unnatural lines to be seen. Underwear was out of the question with pants like that.
He was excited to play yet another show, it was amazing night after night, playing his favorite songs from his album- alright, along some older songs his brothers made, but of course he favored the ones from his own album, together with his ghouls.
As Copia undressed, he thought of the show he'd put on tonight. He had made up several different moves to certain songs, some he 'borrowed' from Terzo, but if the wheel isn't broken, it doesn't have to be fixed. Just needed....a little sprinkle of copia magic.
More often than not, the fans would go crazy over his tantalizing moves, and he liked acting as if he didn't know what he was doing. It made it more fun for everyone, getting a good laugh out of the ghouls as well.
During one of the older songs, Satan Prayer, he'd spit in his gloved hand, thrusting it upwards, during the guitar solo softly moving his fingers. The seed was sure to come for their Satan prayer, Copia thought, chuckling to himself.
The fans would go wild at his movements. The ghouls had told him they'd seen the most out of pocket things written online about copia, about how they wanted to be the air his hand was thrusting in, the air his fingers tickled.
He had laughed it off, but he couldn't deny that it affected him. Knowing he had a certain kind of power over people excited him, especially now that he knew they wanted to be the air he trusted in with his fingers...thinking about this and the other moves he would pull tonight, he felt the blood from his head rushing down somewhere else. It wasn't uncommon for him to get excited quick, and it wasn't usually an issue, but before the show it was. Everything showed in his tight pants...everything. He glanced at the clock...hm, he didn't have that much time left. Cursing under his breath, he hurried towards the shower, turning it on to a lukewarm temperature. His tight pants were gonna hurt if he didn't stop his cock from growing more erect by the second. Thoughts were flooding his head, involuntarily thinking of using his gloved, skilled fingers on someone, getting them off...thrusting in them, giving them his seed...fuck. As he stood there in the warm water he noticed he was biting his lip, hard. He didn't even have to look to know he was fully erect, and throbbing at that. He so bad wanted to take the time to finish himself, or to be extra on stage later so he could finish himself or possibly be finished so deliciously after he played his show. Annoyed, he twisted the know of the temperature. Cold shower it is. He had joked about it before to the audience, when he noticed he was getting hard on stage. 'I need to take a cold shower before so I don't scare the audience, eh?' He had said, laughing. But oh, how serious he had been...
He hadn't ever taken a cold shower before, so he prepared himself for the shock, closing his eyes and bracing himself, turning the knob around completely.
As the water turned cold, he yelped, feeling it hit his skin, raining down on him. But after the initial shock, a different kind of feeling arose in him.
His hairs were standing on end and his cock twitched, showing no signs of softening or shrinking. The cold water felt...amazing. The sudden temperature shift sparked something within him, making him feel more aroused than ever, especially the drops of cold hitting the head of his cock, which was curving upwards, aching. He groaned, feeling some kind of animalistic, primal urge inside, wanting to fuck whoever was nearest. He grabbed himself, roughly, growls escaping his lips. Nothing mattered anymore now. Let them wait, fuck it.
The only images in his head seemed to almost be profetic, but so sinful, so unholy...just the way he liked it. How long hadn't he dreamed of a certain person that was part of the bands touring group? She was one of the people making sure all the outfits were ready for the band, washed&clean and the right sizes. She and the others in that little department often hung out with the ghouls, going drinking after shows, watching movies. She knew how he felt about her, and they had fucked a few times, enjoying eachothers company, but since they were both busy with their respective jobs they didn't see eachother much on show days/nights.
But still...the thoughts and memories he had attached to their little escapades fueled him many a night.
The cold water still on him seemed to increase his lust, and he noticed he was stroking himself while thinking of her. Each slide of his hand on his own hard cock felt like sparks would be flying off. Fuck, this felt so good. He leaned his other hand on the wall, the top of his head too, to have something to hold on to as he fucked into his own hand. Imagining her here with him, entering the shower, making her lower herself to her knees and take him in her mouth...he'd fuck her throat until she was gasping for air, begging him to stop...his hand moved faster at this image, he felt like he was out if this world, fucking himself into some higher sphere. His cold wet hair hung down over his head, he growled without holding back, furiously stroking his throbbing cock front to back, swirling his thumb over the tip. Fuck, he wish she was taking him in her mouth, grazing him with her teeth, letting out those delicious moans...and after, he'd fuck her senseless until she couldn't walk, trembling on her legs.
He snatched the washing cloth from the little shelf in the shower, wrapping it around his cock and stroking it with his hand to get more texture, a more interesting feeling. His breathing became labored and he wasn't aware of any of his surroundings anymore, only the cold water, his filthy thoughts and the friction against his cock. Biting his lips so hard his teeth made indents, his hand wanting to tear a chunk out of the wall, he fucked himself to his peak, the cold water heightening his senses like never before. Every nerve ending was on fire, and the ecstasy building within was unlike anything else he had ever felt before. 'HNG, fuck, fuck, fuck' he let out, his eyes pressed shut, throwing his head back, the sensation of the cold water now hitting his face, together with his hips now wildly thrusting in his hand, brought him to his orgasm, growling loudly as he shot out his seed against the shower wall, trembling on his legs, his breath stuck in his throat. He kept lazily thrusting and stroking up and down until he had completely milked himself dry and he felt like he was seeing black spots. Dropping the washing cloth, he leaned both hands against the wall, hanging his head, catching his breath. He panted heavily and couldn't stop hissing 'fuck, fuck..." as he came down from his orgasm induced high. The cum was easy to get off the wall with the water, but oh how he wished it would've ended in her throat, or deep in her pussy...fuck, why was he still having these thoughts? The cold shower and him finishing himself surely would've done the job, right?!
But the cold water still on his skin, made him realize his nerve endings were still on fire. He felt like little stars were bursting in his head.
Still panting, it was like he resurfaced to the here and now. Somewhere, he heard a loud banging. He tilted his head towards the door. More loud banging and he heard faint yelling. Sighing, he turned the shower off, gasping at the sudden loss of sensation.
'Cardinal? Hello? We can hear the shower...hello?' He heard the voice now, recognizing it as one of his ghouls. He groaned, knowing it was probably almost time. Fuck, how long had he been in there?!
He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, opening the door to the rest of the room and shouting back. 'What is it? I was taking a shower!'
He heard shuffling behind the door, when the ghoul, he now recognized as Swiss, yelled back 'Were on in 20!! What's taking you so long? You ok?' He heard muffled voices and chuckles. He rolled his eyes, rubbing his body and hair dry with the towel while he yelled back. "Its fine, Swiss, be out there in a minute ok? Need to apply the paint!'
Quickly he shot on his undershirt, grabbing the black paint off the small table. 'OK sure boss, uh there's people here that wanna talk like..now??' Swiss yelled, while Copia wriggled into his pants, feeling an uneasy surprise. 'What people?' Copia said, not yelling, walking closer to the door in just his unbuttoned pants and undershirt. He heard some yelps and footsteps fading away when a different voice spoke. 'Cardinal Copia, there's an urgent matter we need to discuss.' He didn't know the voice but he spoke back in annoyance. 'Uh, now? I have a show in less than 20 minutes-' the voice cut him off, the tone stern and loud. 'Now.'
He curses under his breath, sliding on his jacket and opened the door, curious but annoyed as what was so important right now as his thoughts still lingered on the hot but cold shower he just had.

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The concert was over. Copia felt elated, but not quite his usual feeling. This had more energy behind it, more excitement. His heart pound wildly in his chest.
Tonight, he had become Papa emeritus IV.
One of his biggest wishes came true - the clergy had told him just before the show started. While in his cardinal outfit and look, they had given him papal paint. It looked striking with his mustache and sideburns, and he added his own touch - two slits on the nose to mimick the shape of a rat skull.
There had been a moment in the show where he was changed, going from cardinal to Papa. The crowd lost their minds and honestly, he felt the same.
They seemed to love it, love him, cheering him on the entire time. It gave him a boost of confidence and the rest of the night he had felt invincible.
Now, after the show, he was walking to his room, heart still pounding in his chest. The excitement made his heart and stomach flutter and adrenaline was rushing through his body. He thought of taking a hot shower, not having had the chance to actually clean himself before the show, but also because all the excitement and happiness had made him feel some type of way.
Opening the door to the room, it was there he saw you again.

You worked for the band, taking care of their outfits with some other people in a small group. You often hung out with the ghouls, striking up genuine friendships with them.
You had an interest in Copia and he knew that. You had fucked a few times, but never anything more than that. You wished, though, that there would be more.
Tonight, he had become Papa Emeritus IV, one of his biggest dreams coming true, and you felt so excited for him. You thought you could swing by his room to congratulate him and possibly celebrate his ascension.
Walking through the hallway, feeling excitement bubble up in your stomach, you saw him just opening the door to his room. 'Copia!' You called, waving at him. He stood still, holding the open door with one hand and waved back.
Coming to a halt in front of him, you saw a huge grin plastered on his face and eyes full of fire and excitement.
'Ah, it's you. It's good to see you!' He greeted you. You smiled. 'Good to see you too! Congratulations on becoming Papa!' You exclaimed, clapping your hands a few times as he smiled proudly. The confidence suited him, made him even more sexy in your eyes.
'Grazie, grazie. Please, come in if you like. Although I was just about to take a shower.' He said, guiding you into the room, closing and locking the door. Hearing it lock made your stomach flutter in excitement.
You looked at him. In these different paints, with this different jacket on him, he looked striking. He looked confident, like a man of stature, and more handsome than ever. His confident gaze fit him and you felt a tingling in the low parts of your stomach.
'Like what you see?" He asked, having come closer to you.
You nodded. 'I sure do. Papalcy suits you, Copia.'
Smiling at him, he smiled back but took your chin into his hand. 'I have a new title now...it's Papa.'
The tone he said it in and the look in his eyes made you nearly melt.
'You do, thank you for reminding me...Papa." You said, saying the last word in a teasing tone. You heard a very low growl in the back of his throat.
You smirked and then, suddenly, he crashed his lips onto yours and kissed you passionately, grabbing you tight. You didn't hesitate to answer the kiss, his behavior already turning you on. You didn't realize he was guiding you.
Pulling away for a bit, he opened the bathroom door.
'Now for that shower I was going take, youre going to join me. Take off your clothes.' He demanded, pulling on his own shirt.
Fuck, he was hot, bossy like this. You already felt yourself soaking your panties as you undressed. Standing in your bra and panties, you look at him studying his face in the mirror, the only thing still on him his tight pants.
He turned around and you gasped. His bare chest, adorned with hairs and a trail leading down, his tattoo, combined with the paints and a sweaty sheen over his skin, his hair messy....he was perfect.
He looked at you, nodding in approval. 'Take off your clothes means take off *all* your clothes, he spoke, coming towards you, reaching past you to turn the shower on.
As he did, he brushes against you and you felt his bulge, unmistakably hard already.
You let our a soft moan and he stared at you. 'Take them off.' He demanded again, fumbling with the button on his pants.
'Yes.." you replied, taking off your underwear but he stopped you.
'Yes....what?' His voice was stern.
'Y-yes, Papa...' You said in a hoarse voice, taking off the remainder of your clothes. You heard a low growl again as you called him by his new title.
'Take those off for me' he asked, no, just directed, pointing to his pants. Quickly you grabbed onto them and pulled them down, his cock springing free in front of your face, curving upwards. He was so hard...and so big. You could practically feel yourself dripping.
'Good girl' he purred, dragging you into the steamy hot shower with him, you both let out a tiny yelp at the temperature, but he seemed to enjoy it quickly and you heard his ragged breaths.
He kissed you, pressing himself against you. His hard cock against your stomach, you couldn't help but grind yourself against him.
'Fuck, I've been thinking about this since before the show' he groaned, when you felt a pull on your hair as he forced you down on your knees. He still had his paints on, which were beginning to run over his body.
You wanted him so bad. Gripping his cock with one hand, you started stroking him, eliciting moans from him. His hands were on the back of your head, guiding it forward. You took the tip into your mouth, licking the soft skin, tasting the salty fluids, sucking him inside. You felt his hands tangling in your hair and you just knew what he was going to do, fuck, it was so hot. You gripped his juicy thighs as he thrust his hips forward, pulling your head towards him as well. He grunted as you took him whole, making you gag from the sudden sensation but pushing your tongue against him as best as you could as he started to fuck your throat at a slow pace.
'HNG, fuck...' You heard him exclaim as he moved himself in and out. You moaned as well, saliva dripping out of your mouth, your eyes watering from the hot shower water on your head and the throbbing cock fucking your face.
'You're so good-ah fuck- you're taking your Papa so well-' he panted and the way he was talking to you, using his own title, you wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you into oblivion right then and there, feeling your pussy absolutely soaked and not from the shower water.
Suddenly, he pulled out, making you gasp for air as he grabbed your hair to make you stand up. He pushed you against the wall and spoke into your ear, his tone low and raspy. 'You want your papa to fuck you? You're such a good girl taking his cock in your throat like that...' You groaned and he snaked his hand between your legs, sliding his fingers through your folds, feeling the sticky wetness. 'Ah fuck...so wet already. Little slut, and just from taking me in your mouth...are you ready for me?'
All you could say was a hum. "Hmm..."
He took his hand away abruptly and pinned your hands above your head, holding them with just one of his hands as the other grabbed your breast, massaging it.
'You need to use your words or else papa will finish himself, hm?" He spoke again.
You whined but as he grabbed your ass painfully hard you gasped sharply and said 'yes papa...I'm ready for you...' while you trembled on your legs, the hot water cascading down on the both of you.
He abruptly turned your around, you felt his cock pressing against your ass as he trailed his hand down the front of your body, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in a maddeningly slow pace while you felt his ragged breaths in your ears. You leaned into him, a string of cursewords coming from you as he chuckled softly and then pressed you down, making you bend over, you were pressed against the wall. He parted your legs with one of his, after which he pulled on your ass with both hands, digging his fingers in and spanking you, to which you yelped and banged against the wall.
He seemed so different, but it was so hot, you loved it. The hot shower water seemed to spark things in him as well, for he turned the knob a little to heat it up more and he groaned, grabbing you tighter as you felt his cock twitching.
Then, you felt him drag himself between your legs, coating his member in your slick and then he pressed against your entrance, but he didn't push in. He pulled your hair, hard. 'Now what do we say...' his voice was more a growl than anything else.
You whined, needy, impatient. 'Please fuck me, papa...please, need you...'
You heard a dark chuckle. 'Oh I will, don't you worry. Will you cum on papa's cock for him, hm?" As he said this, he pushed himself in, slowly, dragging your hips towards him as your eyes rolled back. Fuck he was hard, he felt rigid. He filled you up all the way and your legs trembled even more. He stayed still and you could hear him panting. 'Maybe I will use you as a cock warmer whenever I need it...maybe I don't need to fuck you, no....' You whined more. 'Please,please....' he pulled your hair once again and kept himself deep inside you.
'What is it, my little slut?' He whispered darkly, as he spanked you again.
You only whined and didn't say anything, pressing your ass onto him.
"Beg more for me, now. Beg and I will reward you." He sounded strained but stern.
'Please, please fuck me, you feel so good...I need you...' he moaned approvingly, tracing your ass with his hands before digging his fingers in. At the slowest pace ever he pulled back, which made you gasp.
'Ahh fuck...' You heard him under his breath. He was almost out when you begged for more. "Please fill me up again...please fuck me, please, papa?' That was the magic word. His new title. With a growl he slammed into you, shoving his cock all the way in, onto your hips. Your arms pounded against the wall as he fucked you, growling loudly in your ear, as you moaned and whimpered and cursed.
'That's my-FUCK-my good girl..my good...fuck..good little slut...' he praised you, his pace relentless as he continued sinking into you.
Your eyes rolled back and you couldn't let out any discernible words anymore, panting, the delicious feeling of being filled up over and over and over again...
'Wanna see your face as I ruin you...' he grumbled, pulling out quickly with a moan and turning you around, hooking one arm under your leg to hold it up, pressing your back tight against the wall. His paint was so messed up now, running down his face and body, he looked.absolutely lust crazed. You kissed him, your tongues dancing around eachother, feeling the saliva exchanging as you felt him enter you again. 'Now I'm going to spear you on my cock...would you like that, huh?" He asked, hooking his other arm under your other leg, lifting you up slightly, still tight against the wall.
'Fuck...yes, please, I'd love that...please, papa, fuck me again...Papa.. ' You could only mumble and he groaned in approval, thrusting his hips upwards and let your body sink down a little.
You couldn't help but scream. 'FUCK! PAPA! after which he increased the pace again. You had never felt him so well inside of you, he was hitting every spot just right and you clawed into his back, feeling your orgasm building up quickly.
He growled, wild, and you saw him throw his head back, the hot water hitting him in the face, and it seemed to fuel him even more, his cheeks red as he increased his pace.
'You're going to cum for me, cum for your papa' he hissed. You moaned and closed your eyes, feeling no problem with cumming right now as he fucked into you, him hitting your favorite spots just right and his body rubbing just that bit on your clit. Your breathing became even more labored and you moaned, cursing under your breath as he encouraged you, your orgasm coming out of your deepest core and spreading outwards like a supernova.
'That's it, good girl, cum for papa' he panted, keeping up the pace as you came undone on him. 'Fuck, fuck...fuck, papa...' You growled, digging your nails into his back, sure to leave marks, trembling wildly against him, contracting around his pounding cock as you came, pressing your eyes closed and losing yourself in feeling him inside.and the hot water on your skin.
The orgasm supernova spread throughout your entire body, making you writhe uncontrollably, moan uncontrollably.
He had his teeth clenched and he hissed 'such a good little slut, you deserve papa's cum inside', before he pushed himself in as deep as possible and released himself inside, his warm cum filling you up, the hot sensation keeping you trembling. With some thrusts, he made sure to fuck every drop of cum in you, growling loudly and then panting, kissing your neck and pulling out. He let go of your legs one by one. They trembled so hard you clung onto him, feeling like you couldn't stand on your own. He lowered himself and you looked at him, he looked to be in ruins, but he still looked so *hot*. The red sheen from the hot water and the strenuous activities, his hair dripping, his paints running. His hands parted your thighs and you saw his mismatched eyes looking up to you.
'Show your papa how much of a good girl you were, taking all of me...' You bit your lip and parted your legs wider as he ran a finger through your folds, making you jump a little from the overstimulated feeling. 'Hmm, yes...barely anything dripping out...' he kissed your thighs before standing up. 'My good girl, what a great celebration this is...' he smirked, smoothing his hair back.
You felt like you could talk again, having come down from your orgasm high enough. 'Fuck, yes it is. We have the entire night, hm?' You teased, kissing him, biting his lower lip and he growled, cupping your face. 'That we do...'
You chuckled. 'Now, let's get actually cleaned up...papa.'

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It had been months of hard work, and that was just in the period of him becoming Papa. Before that, he had spent years and years working as hard as he could, coming into the ministry as a cardinal.
It was back then that your eye had fallen on him, and his on yours, creating an undeniable bond between the two of you. Since that day, you had been with him through everything and he had been your rock.
He had a portion of the ministry to himself, functioning as an apartment, which, now that he was Papa, was adorned with everything he loved, his favorite colors, anything he could want.
Today had been his last busy work day for a while. He finally had a break between the busy touring schedule, taking a few months off to do as he pleased. Months that he would spend with you.
You watched him close the last concert under loud cheers and yells, and you smiled to yourself. You were so proud of him and how far he had come. He worked extremely hard, often forgetting to take care of himself, which you had to remind him off.
As you waved to the ghouls who walked off stage, your eye was looking out for him. Papa Emeritus IV, or, as you called him, Copia. You saw his glittering form approach and extended your arm, letting him lean into you. ‘That was amazing, I’m so proud of you.’ you told him, leaning your head against his shoulder. He sighed but did reply, in a small but content voice. ‘Thank you cara…”
You squeezed his other shoulder and let him do his thing for a bit, just being close to him.
He moved slower than usual, and you heard him sigh deeper. He must be exhausted. You saw he had changed into comfortable clothes again, he still had his paints on but he was running his hands through his hair to loosen it up. Walking up to him, you stood behind him and embraced him. ‘Are you okay? Ready to go?’ He nodded, taking one of your hands and kissing it. “I’m just so tired, amore. When we get back I’m going to sleep for days and days…” You chuckled. “Can I join you, then?” He turned around, holding your head in his hands. “Always.” You smiled at him and you saw him returning it with a small, genuine smile of his own. You kissed his nose, smudging off the paint still stuck to his face, already looking smudged around the edges.
Later that evening, the both of you returned home. He was basically clinging onto you as you walked to his living space, unlocking the door. He plopped down on his couch as you closed the door and turned on some small lights, you saw him with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched.
You sat down next to him. “You’re exhausted. I’ll take care of you, you deserve it. You always do but now you really do.” He grumbled something unintelligible, but you could make out the words ‘...of myself…don’t worry…” You patted his head. “I know you can take care of yourself. But now I will, okay? Actually, that’s not a question. I love you and so I will do my best.” He opened his eyes and looked up at you, thankful. “Oh, I love you cara.” He hummed. You smiled at him and stood up. “I will run you the best bath you ever had in your life.” He only gave a thumbs up, making you chuckle.
When the bath was ready and he slipped himself in, he let out a satisfied, deep sigh as you sat beside it on the fluffy mat, leaning against the edge of the tub. You made sure the paints were taken off carefully, gently, and now you could see the exhaustion even clearer. You traced the contours of his face with your fingers, placing light kisses wherever you could. Through all this time he still had freckles covering his nose and cheeks, he still had glimmers of ginger hairs in his eyebrows. He had always been beautiful to you. He was humming something, with his eyes closed. “Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you whispered close to his ear.
The rest of the evening and night passed in a lazy blur. You knew you were being extra, but it was out of love. Giving him soft towel pats, going to his closet and taking some fresh comfortable clothes, taking some for yourself as well. When you came into the living room he was sitting on the couch and when he saw you entering, he gave you a big grin that reached his eyes upon seeing you in matching clothes. You sat against him, holding him safe and secure, comfortable. You watched some movies, but he started to flutter his eyelids more and more and you kept sneaking glances at him. At some point, you suddenly woke up and the room was bathed in darkness save for the small light you had left on. You had fallen asleep on the couch. He felt so cozy and warm, but a couch wouldn’t be very comfortable for a real good night's sleep and so you woke him up softly. Pressing a kiss to his head and cupping his face you managed to wake him a small bit, making him groan in annoyance, but when you moved and gestured towards the couch situation he whispered softly. ‘Okay, you’re right…’
Getting into bed, you wanted to hold on to him but he turned around to embrace you instead, and you leaned into him. You wanted to make sure he was going back to sleep peacefully before closing your own eyes. When his breathing became softer and more even, you whispered ‘Sleep well, I love you so much.’ He stirred a little bit and pressed you tighter to him.
In the morning the sunlight shone through the windows and when you opened your eyes, you saw it fell right on the top of his head. He was facing you, his head bent down slightly, looking so soft. The sun made the warm tones in his hair color stand out, it was very messy but you knew it suited him. It made him look…beautiful.
‘Grazie cara…’ you heard him speaking, voice raspy but soft. Oh. Had you said that out loud?
You embraced him again. ‘I mean it though...did you sleep well? Want to sleep more?’ You asked, your fingers combing his hair. He yawned. ‘Is that a yes?’ You leaned up on your elbow, looking at his face from a different angle. You were grinning at him and he rolled his eyes. ‘If I sleep more I can’t enjoy your company.’ Suddenly he was on top of you, your legs intertwined. ‘Darling...you still look so tired.’ You said, studying his face and placing your hand on his jaw.
He looked at you with wide eyes now. ‘But I thought you said I looked beautiful?’
You held his head with both hands now as he hovered above you. ‘You can be both at the same time, because I say so and because it’s you.’ You pulled his head down and he allowed you too, kissing him tenderly, wrapping your arms around him now. You felt him turning more passionate, and you answered him. You felt his tongue against your mouth and you gladly accepted it, he leaned on one arm and the other slid down your waist, tugging at the edge of your shirt. He pulled his lips away from yours and looked at you, while you gave him a smile and sat up a little bit more, sliding your own hands under his shirt on his back, he felt soft and warm and like home. He kissed you again and you felt his warm hands on your skin, leaning against him and letting him undress you as you pulled his own shirt off, pressing him against you and gasping a little bit from the warm skin to skin contact. You let your hands trail all over his torso and the hairs tickled against your skin, but it was a feeling you had come to love. It was so him. He let out a soft moan against your lips and you pulled back a little bit, gazing up at him and slightly pushing him over. “Come on” you spoke softly, as he lay on his back you undressed fully, while he did the same. You straddled his hips and bent forward, kissing him again and feeling him press you against his body, letting his hands slide over your back, waist, hips. You moved your hips against him, feeling he was ready for you. You angled forward a little and sat up slightly, to which he looked at you in adoration and slid his hand over your stomach, hip and thigh, trailing it to between your legs, where you wanted to feel him most. You gasped as he touched you, sending waves of loving pleasure through your body. You kept looking at him and trailed your own hand down to between your bodies, feeling him, and you saw him biting his bottom lip. He looked different like this, but you loved it. He still had some traces of paint around his eyes and his hair was a mess. But his cheeks, nose and ears were flushed, his eyes glimmering, his neatly trimmed chest hair getting less unkempt as you followed the trail down with your eyes, past his bellybutton, disappearing between where your bodies met. You leaned forward and couldn’t help but smile, kissing him again. ‘I love you…I want you’ You heard him say, his morning voice still raspy, between kisses.
As he entered you, the both of you gasped. You sat up, allowing for all of him to be inside of you. You leaned your hands on him and he held your hips, looking up at you, savoring the moment. You slowly moved your hips, panting, the sun shining on your bare skin. You felt him push up into you and met his movements, still a slow pace, just enough to drag out the lovely pleasured feelings. ‘Ah...I love you…good morning…’ you said between gasps and soft moans. He pulled your upper body towards him more, kissing your lips, cheek, jaw and ear and whispered ‘it ís a good morning…hm..sì…’You heard the strain in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile. You moved your hips more urgently and he wrapped his arms around you again, meeting your urgent movements, panting in your ear. You tilted your head up and looked into his beautiful green and white eye, shining like diamonds in the sunlight. Your gazes stayed fixed on each other as you both moved frantically now, you held onto his shoulder and the other hand was gripping the pillow his head was resting on. He had both hands on your hips, and as the sunbeams through the windows gave more warmth on both your skins, you felt you were both on the edge. To give him some unnecessary courage, which you simply loved to do, you cupped his head with one hand and held the other grabbed onto the pillow as the pace was fast and uncontrolled now. “You’re doing so good…you deserve to feel good” Your words had immediate effect as he captured your lips in a kiss again, as you moved together in a delightful rhythm, when you felt you were coming undone. You wanted to look into his eyes for this. Pulling your lips away from his you bore your eyes into his again, panting, and you felt his ragged breath on your skin. “Come on, come for me my darling…” you spoke, softly with your breath hitched. The way he moved then, you rubbing against him, you both fell over that delicious precipice, the way he looked into your eyes making it better than ever. As you let out soft moans, you eased your movements and lay down on top of him, breathing heavily. You both felt warm from the physical activity, but you felt an undeniable happiness inside of you.
You nuzzled your face in his neck and kissed him softly just under his ear.
He held you and you heard he was humming again, his breathing becoming more controlled again until you were both still, feeling like you had melted into each other.

‘Good morning my love’ was the first thing you said, sliding down next to him and swiping the hair out of his face. He smiled at you blissfully. “Good morning cara.”
The rest of the morning proved to be exactly as he had wished: lazy and sleepy. At one point, you got up and made the both of you breakfast, or well, lunch, now. You had changed into last night’s comfortable clothes again and while you were pouring some coffee, you heard him sneak up to you as best he could and embrace you. “Smells delicious” He cooed, and you turned your head slightly. He also had changed into last night’s comfortable clothes again. ‘It really does, doesn’t it?’ You replied, handing him some coffee.
He took a sip and looked at you from over the edge of the cup. “Oh, well, I suppose the coffee does too, sì.” You could see he was grinning and you shook your head, but you were smiling.

The rest of the day was just as comfortable as the morning had been. You mostly lazed around, seemingly stuck together physically, what must’ve been hundreds of stolen kisses between you as you both read something, next to each other, him with some classic horror literature. You were distracted by him, because he kept making subconscious sounds while he read. You were sure he didn’t know he was doing that, but didn’t dare to tell him because you loved it so much.
When he slapped the book shut, you were snapped out of your staring-at-copia stupor and he took your book from your hands, leaning forwards. “Cara, your eyes are glazed over.” He stated, waving his hand in front of your face a few times. “Yes, well, I was…just, you know…” You stumbled over your words, trailing off. He laughed and dismissed them with another wave of his hand. “Ah, what about some music?” He stood up, with the enthusiasm as if he had just come up with the greatest idea ever. It was one of those things about him you loved so much. You stood up as well. “I would love some music! What kind?” You said, curious. He had an extensive collection of music and you trailed your finger over the spines of his records and cd’s.

He scraped his throat and suddenly he looked a little bit nervous. “Eh, cara..” he said, and you turned towards him. “What is it?” you inquired and tilted your head. “What if I played you some?” He asked. You knew there were instruments he could play, after all, it was a handy skill if you were in a band. He had never played something for you in private like this, and it felt special.
You tilted his chin up with your hand to look him into the eyes. “I would love nothing more. I’m honored.” He sighed and seemed relieved. “Great! I mean, okay, yes!” He was still a little bit nervous and you chuckled. “Oh Copia. Are you nervous to play something for me? And what about all those times you do it in front of a large audience?” You embraced him. He mumbled something against your head.
Pulling away you looked at him questioningly. “It’s a lot more intimate like this, and it’s just me.” You gave him your sweetest big smile and patted his shoulders. “But I love when it’s just you and it’s just the two of us. It’s my favorite.”
You grabbed his hands and swung them around, making him laugh and he was at ease now.
He went to grab what you assumed to be a guitar, but he stopped in the doorway, turning around. “But eh, cara, just watch out, you’ll fall even more in love with me and then you won’t leave this place again, sì? I’ll be keeping you as mine, eternally.” His voice had a joking tone in it but deep down you knew you would love that.
You made a little bow towards him. “In that case, I can’t wait to fall more in love with you, if that’s even possible.” You were confident now and seeing him scramble a little was funny, but he knew you were genuine. You saw him leave the room with red ears and smiled to yourself, seating yourself once more and feeling your heart full of bliss.

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It had been months of hard work, and that was just in the period of him becoming Papa. Before that, he had spent years and years working as hard as he could, coming into the ministry as a cardinal.
It was back then that your eye had fallen on him, and his on yours, creating an undeniable bond between the two of you. Since that day, you had been with him through everything and he had been your rock.
He had a portion of the ministry to himself, functioning as an apartment, which, now that he was Papa, was adorned with everything he loved, his favorite colors, anything he could want.
Today had been his last busy work day for a while. He finally had a break between the busy touring schedule, taking a few months off to do as he pleased. Months that he would spend with you.
You watched him close the last concert under loud cheers and yells, and you smiled to yourself. You were so proud of him and how far he had come. He worked extremely hard, often forgetting to take care of himself, which you had to remind him off.
As you waved to the ghouls who walked off stage, your eye was looking out for him. Papa Emeritus IV, or, as you called him, Copia. You saw his glittering form approach and extended your arm, letting him lean into you. ‘That was amazing, I’m so proud of you.’ you told him, leaning your head against his shoulder. He sighed but did reply, in a small but content voice. ‘Thank you cara…”
You squeezed his other shoulder and let him do his thing for a bit, just being close to him.
He moved slower than usual, and you heard him sigh deeper. He must be exhausted. You saw he had changed into comfortable clothes again, he still had his paints on but he was running his hands through his hair to loosen it up. Walking up to him, you stood behind him and embraced him. ‘Are you okay? Ready to go?’ He nodded, taking one of your hands and kissing it. “I’m just so tired, amore. When we get back I’m going to sleep for days and days…” You chuckled. “Can I join you, then?” He turned around, holding your head in his hands. “Always.” You smiled at him and you saw him returning it with a small, genuine smile of his own. You kissed his nose, smudging off the paint still stuck to his face, already looking smudged around the edges.
Later that evening, the both of you returned home. He was basically clinging onto you as you walked to his living space, unlocking the door. He plopped down on his couch as you closed the door and turned on some small lights, you saw him with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched.
You sat down next to him. “You’re exhausted. I’ll take care of you, you deserve it. You always do but now you really do.” He grumbled something unintelligible, but you could make out the words ‘...of myself…don’t worry…” You patted his head. “I know you can take care of yourself. But now I will, okay? Actually, that’s not a question. I love you and so I will do my best.” He opened his eyes and looked up at you, thankful. “Oh, I love you cara.” He hummed. You smiled at him and stood up. “I will run you the best bath you ever had in your life.” He only gave a thumbs up, making you chuckle.
When the bath was ready and he slipped himself in, he let out a satisfied, deep sigh as you sat beside it on the fluffy mat, leaning against the edge of the tub. You made sure the paints were taken off carefully, gently, and now you could see the exhaustion even clearer. You traced the contours of his face with your fingers, placing light kisses wherever you could. Through all this time he still had freckles covering his nose and cheeks, he still had glimmers of ginger hairs in his eyebrows. He had always been beautiful to you. He was humming something, with his eyes closed. “Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you whispered close to his ear.
The rest of the evening and night passed in a lazy blur. You knew you were being extra, but it was out of love. Giving him soft towel pats, going to his closet and taking some fresh comfortable clothes, taking some for yourself as well. When you came into the living room he was sitting on the couch and when he saw you entering, he gave you a big grin that reached his eyes upon seeing you in matching clothes. You sat against him, holding him safe and secure, comfortable. You watched some movies, but he started to flutter his eyelids more and more and you kept sneaking glances at him. At some point, you suddenly woke up and the room was bathed in darkness save for the small light you had left on. You had fallen asleep on the couch. He felt so cozy and warm, but a couch wouldn’t be very comfortable for a real good night's sleep and so you woke him up softly. Pressing a kiss to his head and cupping his face you managed to wake him a small bit, making him groan in annoyance, but when you moved and gestured towards the couch situation he whispered softly. ‘Okay, you’re right…’
Getting into bed, you wanted to hold on to him but he turned around to embrace you instead, and you leaned into him. You wanted to make sure he was going back to sleep peacefully before closing your own eyes. When his breathing became softer and more even, you whispered ‘Sleep well, I love you so much.’ He stirred a little bit and pressed you tighter to him.
In the morning the sunlight shone through the windows and when you opened your eyes, you saw it fell right on the top of his head. He was facing you, his head bent down slightly, looking so soft. The sun made the warm tones in his hair color stand out, it was very messy but you knew it suited him. It made him look…beautiful.
‘Grazie cara…’ you heard him speaking, voice raspy but soft. Oh. Had you said that out loud?
You embraced him again. ‘I mean it though...did you sleep well? Want to sleep more?’ You asked, your fingers combing his hair. He yawned. ‘Is that a yes?’ You leaned up on your elbow, looking at his face from a different angle. You were grinning at him and he rolled his eyes. ‘If I sleep more I can’t enjoy your company.’ Suddenly he was on top of you, your legs intertwined. ‘Darling...you still look so tired.’ You said, studying his face and placing your hand on his jaw.
He looked at you with wide eyes now. ‘But I thought you said I looked beautiful?’
You chuckled and pulled his head down to kiss him, saying ‘You can absolutely be both at the same time.’
He let himself fall face down into the pillow next to you, and you heard him groaning something. You rubbed his back. ‘What was that?’ You said, laying your head down next to his.
He turned his head to you. ‘I’m the tired one, you’re the beautiful one, cara. That’s just how this goes.’ He said, matter-of-factly raising a finger. You frowned a little bit, pushing his finger down. ‘What if we were both the tired and the beautiful one?’ He sighed but rolled his eyes slightly in agreement. ‘Fine, fine. But only because it is you, amore.’
You turned on your back then, scooting up a little against the headboard and gestured for him to come and lay against you, which he did. In silence, you absentmindedly stroked his hair, thinking of nothing in particular as at some point, you heard soft snores. He had fallen asleep again. You chuckled softly, but held onto him tighter. He deserved it. He had plenty of time off, anyway. Plus, this also meant you could spend a bit more time in bed yourself. You closed your eyes and stayed close to the edge of awakening.

The sunbeams were hot on your face now. Copia was splayed over you, his limbs going everywhere but seemingly still being very peaceful. Seeing him like that, you giggled. You saw his green eye staring at you as he lifted his head, revealing his other eye open as well, laying down next to you with his head on your shoulder.

‘Good morning again my love’ was the first thing you said, swiping the hair out of his face. He smiled at you blissfully. “Good morning cara.”
The rest of the morning proved to be exactly as he had wished: lazy and sleepy. At one point, you got up and made the both of you breakfast, or well, lunch, now. You had changed into last night’s comfortable clothes again and while you were pouring some coffee, you heard him sneak up to you as best he could and embrace you. “Smells delicious” He cooed, and you turned your head slightly. He also had changed into last night’s comfortable clothes again. ‘It really does, doesn’t it?’ You replied, handing him some coffee.
He took a sip and looked at you from over the edge of the cup. “Oh, well, I suppose the coffee does too, sì.” You could see he was grinning and you shook your head, but you were smiling.
The rest of the day was just as comfortable as the morning had been. You mostly lazed around, seemingly stuck together physically, what must’ve been hundreds of stolen kisses between you as you both read something, next to each other, him with some classic horror literature. You were distracted by him, because he kept making subconscious sounds while he read. You were sure he didn’t know he was doing that, but didn’t dare to tell him because you loved it so much.
When he slapped the book shut, you were snapped out of your staring-at-copia stupor and he took your book from your hands, leaning forwards. “Cara, your eyes are glazed over.” He stated, waving his hand in front of your face a few times. “Yes, well, I was…just, you know…” You stumbled over your words, trailing off. He laughed and dismissed them with another wave of his hand. “Ah, what about some music?” He stood up, with the enthusiasm as if he had just come up with the greatest idea ever. It was one of those things about him you loved so much. You stood up as well. “I would love some music! What kind?” You said, curious. He had an extensive collection of music and you trailed your finger over the spines of his records and cd’s.

He scraped his throat and suddenly he looked a little bit nervous. “Eh, cara..” he said, and you turned towards him. “What is it?” you inquired and tilted your head. “What if I played you some?” He asked. You knew there were instruments he could play, after all, it was a handy skill if you were in a band. He had never played something for you in private like this, and it felt special.
You tilted his chin up with your hand to look him into the eyes. “I would love nothing more. I’m honored.” He sighed and seemed relieved. “Great! I mean, okay, yes!” He was still a little bit nervous and you chuckled. “Oh Copia. Are you nervous to play something for me? And what about all those times you do it in front of a large audience?” You embraced him. He mumbled something against your head.
Pulling away you looked at him questioningly. “It’s a lot more intimate like this, and it’s just me.” You gave him your sweetest big smile and patted his shoulders. “But I love when it’s just you and it’s just the two of us. It’s my favorite.”
You grabbed his hands and swung them around, making him laugh and he was at ease now.
He went to grab what you assumed to be a guitar, but he stopped in the doorway, turning around. “But eh, cara, just watch out, you’ll fall even more in love with me and then you won’t leave this place again, sì? I’ll be keeping you as mine, eternally.” His voice had a joking tone in it but deep down you knew you would love that.
You made a little bow towards him. “In that case, I can’t wait to fall more in love with you, if that’s even possible.” You were confident now and seeing him scramble a little was funny, but he knew you were genuine. You saw him leave the room with red ears and smiled to yourself, seating yourself once more and feeling your heart full of bliss.

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It was a Friday evening, you were in his living quarters of the ministry.
Copia had been papa for a while now, and his living space had grown accordingly. Right now, it was similar to an apartment in a wing of the ministry, and since you and him had been involved for a while, you practically lived there.
It wasn't official, you still had your own living space, but you were over at his place so often that parts of you could be found there as well. Plus, it had a certain level of privacy that your space at the ministry didn't have, being more central and on a busier floor.
Today he had been away on band related business after returning home from a grueling tour, which had been absolutely amazing but at the same time exhausting.
You had spent the afternoon making the living space cozy and tidy for him, knowing how tired he was and how much he deserved to simply relax and not worry about a thing.
Last night the two of you had a cozy evening, going to bed early, ending up in a slow make out session with his hands all over your body- and yours over his.
He kept insisting he was fine, that he wanted you more than anything. You knew he meant that, it was evident in everything he did, how he felt.
But you had seen that the later it got, the more dazed and slow he moved. His words slurred and his eyelids wouldn't stay open, so eventually you had him snuggled up against you, the lights turned off and snores coming from him. You had kissed the top of his head and held onto him until you too fell asleep.
This morning, he had felt a little guilty, but you had promised it was all okay. You wanted him to rest and to feel less exhausted, but because he was protesting and calling you every sweet pet name in the book, looking at you with those puppy eyes, you melted and had promised he could make it up to you. He was so happy and resumed where you had left off the previous night, kissing you all over, making you giggle and returning the favor. It wasn't until he had you on your back and leaned over you, his hand gliding down your body, that he had involuntarily glanced at the clock and had seen he was running very late. He groaned and jumped up as if he got an electric shock, alarming you, as he ran around the room gathering the clothes from the previous day, pulling his button up over his head, quickly smoothing his hair back and slapping on his paints as quickly as he could while muttering a constant stream of apologies and swear words. He bent over you to kiss you and you grabbed his head, promising him it was okay, to have a good day and to take care, and, most importantly, to tell him you loved him and would see him very soon again.
That was this morning, he was returning in the evening, he had said. You stalked around his apartment.

He still hadn't unpacked all of his clothing, simply leaving a suitcase half open where he had rummaged through it to find something in the morning. You saw some shiny fabrics peeking out- his jackets! They were as he called them, his after show party jackets. It wouldn't be good to leave them crumpled up in the suitcase, so you unzipped it and put them on hangers for now. You decided to take a shower, to have everything fresh and clean for when Copia would come back. Afterwards you walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel and as you often did, opened his closet to put on some of his clothes. Your hand glided over his jackets again, and you realized you had never tried any on. You couldn't decide which one was the prettiest, they all had their charm. Although, you mused, the gold fit him so well. It matched the details on his papal robes, one of his vests, his military style jacket. You took it off the hanger and you made sure your skin was completely dry and your hair not dripping anymore. You dropped the towel to the floor, feeling a little cold by suddenly being uncovered, and slipped your arms through the jacket. It was a little too big, the arms just a little too long - but it felt so amazing. The inside felt soft against your skin and the fit was comforting. Most importantly, it smelled like him. You admired the gold shiny fabric, twisting your arm in front of you, the black leather detailing on the sleeve creaking.
Suddenly, you heard a little chuckle behind you and you jumped.
'It looks amazing on you, dolcezza' Copia's voice came from the doorway. You turned around, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, taking off his gloves and loosening the tie around his neck. His eyes widened and his gloves fell to the floor.
'Copia! I didn't hear you come in! Are you okay?' You said, walking towards him, happy to see him again.
He stretched out his arms and grabbed your shoulders. 'I am...more than okay.' He murmured, looking you up and down.
You blinked a few times, raising your own hands up to hold his upper arms.
'You look a little....' You laughed, feeling his grip on you tighten and his eyes look into yours, crazed and wide still.
He suddenly turned you around. Holding your shoulders and walking you towards the bathroom, the force with which he opened the door smacking the handle against the wall. Turning around to where a large, floor length mirror hung on the wall, you saw yourself reflected with a bewildered, crazed Copia behind you, grabbing your shoulders so tight his knuckles whitened.
You were wearing his shiny golden jacket. Just that single piece of clothing, nothing else. It draped beautifully over your body, giving you an air of mystery and ethereal beauty that you were surprised by.
'I am okay, dolcezza, I am so much more than okay...' he hissed in your ear and your eyes were fixed on his mirror image. The way he was looking at you made your stomach flutter, an almost animalistic look in his eyes and his hands traveling over your torso, feeling the fabric of the jacket on you, before swiping your still wet hair away from your neck, exposing the skin, kissing it. Feeling his warm breath and his lips on your skin never not made you feel so excited, and the way you saw the both of you in the mirror was a whole new sensation.
One of his hands rested on your stomach, pulling you towards him tightly, the other was unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, yanking the loosened tie off his neck. He backed up, dragging you with him, to lean against the side of the sink, still holding onto you. 'Copia..' You sighed, looking at his face in the mirror. You saw he looked at you now. 'What is it, tesoro?' He asked.
You nodded fervently. 'I'm...I just wanted to see how it would look on me, since it looks so good on you as well...'
He looked at you up and down again, straightening the fabric at the front. 'And so you decided to slip into it entirely naked?' His voice was so low, you could barely make it out. It made your stomach flutter more and heat pool low in your abdomen, between your thighs. You rubbed them together, while you nodded, muttering a soft 'yes...'

He slid his hand down to rest below your belly button, the heat radiating off of his skin. 'And does it feel good? Do you feel good, dolcezza?' He said again in that same low voice. A moan slipped out of you. His other hand cupped one of your breasts, exposing it out of the jacket.
The gold shimmered and the fabric rustled as your head lolled back against him. “It feels good, you feel so good" you answered, not being able to think clearly anymore.
With a dark chuckle he slipped the hand on your stomach between your thighs, making you gasp. He slid his fingers through your already wet folds and he inhaled sharply. 'And already so wet and ready for me, tsk tsk' he whispered in your ear, you felt his teeth graze your skin. You moved against his touch, trying to get some more friction. He softly pinched your nipple and kissed your neck. 'Ah...Copia...' You groaned, leaning your arm backwards on the sink and the other reaching back to hold his neck, pulling him closer.
'Hmm? You want me to-' he moved his finger, grazing your clit, making you shudder. You whimpered. You saw a devilish grin on his face, focusing on it in the mirror. 'Ah, does my tesoro want me to make her feel good in my jacket?' He wiggled his finger again, making you whimper more, squirming against him.
'Y-yes...please, please Copia...' You whined, moving your hips back and forth. With the same devilish grin he whispered in your ear, his other hand grabbing your chin. 'If you want your papa to make you feel good, look at his work in the mirror, sì?'

You could barely speak. Fuck, he was calling himself papa and he knew what that did to you. You nodded, a soft whiny 'yes" coming out of you. You saw his hand between your thighs, you spread them a little more, already trembling on your legs. He massaged your clit, and shifted a little, placing one of his legs in between yours to keep them spread enough. You knew you would be staining his pants, wet as you were as his fingers expertly worked you. You wanted to throw your head back, eyes closed, but he kept pulling your chin down so you couldn't. Every time you'd see his lust blown eyes focused on your face.
He slid his fingers further, grazing your entrance, his thumb on your clit as he panted in your ear. 'You want my fingers inside of you, tesoro?’ He didn’t quite enter you, waiting on your reaction. You nodded at him in the mirror, at this point only being able to let out whimpers, whines and moans. Again that devilish grin flashed his face and he bent his fingers the right way, first just entering his middle fingers, making you shudder against him, your hips moving to feel him just right as he moved in and out of you, never completely pulling his finger out. You held onto the arm that was like a vice around your shoulders, the hand holding your head in place, as he put a second finger, plunging inside of you while you squeezed around him, the obscene wet noises, your moans and his growls filling the bathroom.

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feeling, and he tugged at your chin, slowing down his movements. ‘Open your eyes, tesoro. Look how beautiful you are.’ His voice was low and dripping like honey. You furrowed your brows in annoyance, wiggling your hips. ‘Do you want papa to continue?’ He asked, completely stilling his movements. You whimpered. ‘Then open your eyes, look at you in my golden jacket…’ He kissed your neck, and you slowly opened your eyes, looking at his face in the mirror, and he smiled at you with a genuine warmth.
He continued his movements, his two fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb massaging your clit, you holding on to his arm. You bucked your hips wildly, craving for more friction, the fabric of the jacket brushing against your skin.
‘Does my amore want more?’ He asked, and his voice was like velvet as he suddenly retrieved his hand and turned you around, backing you up against the sink. ‘Yes, yes…don’t stop, please…’ you begged, and he hummed happily. ‘Good, good. Now sit.’ He motioned for you to sit on the edge of the sink. You leaned your hands onto it and he helped you up, kissing you, inviting his tongue into your mouth and letting his hand slide down again, cupping your cunt, making you moan into his mouth. He leaned down and pulled you forward a little bit, before sitting on his knees in front of you. ‘Now look in the mirror, tesoro. Look how your papa makes you feel good.’ You looked down to see him kiss your thighs, trailing inwards before he licked your clit and flicked his eyes upwards. ‘In the mirror, amore.’ He demanded, and only went on with his tongue when you were looking ahead as he wanted.
At this angle he could work you better with his fingers and so after gently inserting one, he used two again and upped the tempo. Seeing him pleasure you like this, and in the mirror from a different angle than you usually saw him in, it was amazing and exciting. One of his hands was at your hips, keeping you steady as his movements became rougher at your responses. You felt yourself get close to that delightful edge and you noticed you were biting your lip, letting go to let out a hiss and grabbing his hair with one hand, keeping the other on the sink. He responded with a light graze of teeth over your clit which made you slip a moan. ‘Fuck, fuck I’m so…I’m so close…’ You managed to say, taking shallow breaths as you felt and heard him growl against you. You moved against him, he thrust his fingers in and out and sucked your clit, the soft fabric of the jacket brushing against your sensitive skin, and when he curled his fingers inside of you, that sensation sent you over the edge and you moved uncontrollably against him while he held you steady with one arm, fucking you through your orgasm at a steady pace. You saw the scene reflected in the mirror, your own face an image of pleasure in the shiny golden fabric while the man you loved worked you towards an amazing orgasm.
You shuddered and the groan that escaped your lips ricocheted off the walls, ringing in his ears, fueling him even more. You just babbled on, a mix of ‘fuck’ ‘yes’ and ‘copia’ streaming out of your mouth with no rhyme or reason.
Your grip on him softened and when you stopped squirming he slowly pulled his fingers from you, sucking and licking your juices and his fingers, slowly getting up and gripping the edge of the sink, standing between your legs as his face was hovering right in front of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and you did the same, leaning your head against his exposed chest. ‘How are you feeling? Did you like it?’ He asked, his voice between a whisper and a low growl. You shuddered. ‘I feel…oh, Copia. I loved it, I love you….’ He chuckled. ‘And I love you, tesoro. Where did you feel it?’ You laughed, pressing yourself against him more. ‘Everywhere, you know. Most of all down there.’
He hummed in agreement, pulling back to study your face and he looked at you in such a way that he almost looked dangerous. You knew what elicited this. He needed sweet relief, especially after getting you to your high point like that. Wrapping your legs around him, pressing yourself against him completely, you felt his hardness through his pants. ‘And where do you feel it, caro?’ You asked, teasingly. He growled and held onto you tight. ‘Oh, you’ll see, you will see.’ He pulled you off the sink, directed you to the bedroom through the open door and basically threw you on the bed on your back. You feared his jacket you were wearing would need more than a single steaming.
He made quick work of his clothes, seating himself between your legs. You looked up at him. There was something so unbelievably hot about his paints being smeared like this, because you knew what did that. The black and white was a gray mess around his mouth area, and the same gray could be found on the insides of your thighs. You wanted more of him, as usual, and stretched out your arms.
He leaned down, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. He hooked one arm under your knee to lift it more, making space for him and you felt his hard cock against you, making you gasp.
‘Yes, amore. That’s where I feel it…’ He groaned, grabbing it with one hand to rub it against your wet heat. You looked down, taking one of your hands and reaching for him, rubbing your fingers against the head of his cock, the leather sleeve of the jacket brushing against both of your skins. ‘Want to take you wearing my jacket…’ He muttered, licking his lips. You moaned and wrapped both arms around him again tightly, kissing him, hearing him moan into your mouth in turn. You felt he guided his cock inside of you, slowly, as you squirmed a little from the vague feeling of overstimulation. He paused and looked at you, wanting to see on your face if it was all good. You bit your lip and nodded and he buried himself into you to the hilt, his mouth hanging open and you saw he was flushed underneath what was left of the paints. You gasped and relaxed around him, while he started moving. He leaned his head down and you used one of your hands to hold onto it, kissing the exposed bit of neck as he found a steady pace with his thrusts, each time filling you up fully, not quite pulling out and slamming back in again. The whimpers and groans coming from him made you feel so good and you tried angling your hips to meet his thrusts.
He suddenly leaned up on his hands, sitting up a little and pulling you towards him more by your hips, looking over your naked, save for the jacket, body.
You saw him furrow his brows and bite his lip, eyes half closed as he kept thrusting into you, digging his fingers into your hips. ‘Fuck, so beautiful…so delicious…’ he grumbled, enjoying the view of you taking his cock so well, only wearing his golden jacket.
You already felt yourself being close, still being on edge from the previous orgasm. He upped the tempo and thrust into you at full force, slamming his hips against yours, sliding you over him. ‘Copia, I’m….fuck, I’m close again’ You whimpered and he fell forward again, leaning just so that he had the right amount of leverage, he was absolutely uncontrolled now, fucking you into the matress, growls coming from him with every thrust that told you he was close as well.

You wrapped yourself around him as tight as possible, moving with him, making sounds in his ear because you knew he loved that. ‘T-Tesoro, come for me again..’ he gasped, barely having enough breath to talk. ‘I will- fuck…’ You squeezed your eyes shut and tilted your head upwards, straining your muscles, tightening around him, hearing him gasp sharply again. ‘Tight…so tight…amore…’ He whimpered, his movements becoming more and more erratic, you needed just that little extra push and since he was doing so well like that, you decided to just use your own fingers. Pressing your index and middle fingers against your clit, rubbing it in a pace that matched Copia fucking into you, you felt your second orgasm drawing nearer. The sounds coming from the both of you were absolutely wild, as if you would never be able to make them again, you grabbed his head with your free hand and kissed him, sloppy, strings of saliva attaching you to him.
You moaned into each other's mouths and you opened your eyes, looking at him. ‘Copia…look at me…’ you panted and he opened his eyes, and somehow that did it for you. You came hard, harder than the first time, squeezing his cock, letting your fingers go fast, arching your back as you tried to keep looking him in the eyes. The feeling of your tightness around him made him drive into you so deep, so hard, that with a loud growl he finished inside of you, his hot seed deep in you as he steadily kept fucking you, keeping your eyes trained on yours, making the waves of pleasure in you so intense you trembled all over.
Your fingers stopped and you withdrew them from your clit, wrapping both arms around him again, while he lay down on your chest, panting and sweaty. He pulled out of you and you inhaled sharply, feeling the hot juices dripping. It didn’t matter.
You kissed his head and he hoisted himself up and to the side, looking at you. You giggled. He grinned but asked ‘What is it, tesoro?’
You cupped his face. ‘You look an absolute mess my love. You’re beautiful.’ He smiled and suddenly looked a little shy at the last words. ‘Better clean up, then, don’t you agree?’
You nodded and kissed him, pushing his face towards yours. He got up with a groan and pulled on your hand to get you to sit up. You shivered, the fabric of the jacket sticking to your sweaty skin. ‘Eh…this also needs to be cleaned up…sorry, Copia…’ You shook it off of your arms, with him helping you, he draped it over the side of the bed. ‘What are you sorry for, looking so absolutely perfect in my clothing?’ He sat next to you, and you leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you.
You chuckled. ‘Okay, okay. So you liked it, seeing me in that exquisite jacket of yours?’
He looked at you in disbelief, getting up and taking your hands so you stood up as well, in front of him. He looked a little funny with his smudged paints but he had a serious look in his eyes. He grabbed your head with both hands and brought his own face close to yours. ‘I did not like it, amore.’ He paused, kissing you. When he let go, you looked at him with a confused face. ‘I absolutely adored it. I adore you.’ He said, solemnly, and then he sighed. ‘I apologize for cutting our time short twice now, tesoro. Both last night and this morning…I, well, exhaustion just took over me..’ He looked guilty. You cupped his face with one hand. ‘Don’t apologize for that, it’s okay, you worked so hard and did so well. Just let me take care of you now, okay?’ He muttered something. You raised your eyebrows. ‘Okay, amore mio?’
His face softened. ‘Okay, okay. But just because it’s you, eh?’ He chuckled and took the hand that was cupping his face, kissing it. You giggled. ‘Well, the reward will be…me in your other jackets.’ You saw his eyes widen and you smirked at him. ‘I knew that would get you to agree with me. I will take care of you, you will not apologize and then I will put on a jacket of your choosing. Yes?’
He nodded fervently, wrapping you into his arms again happily. ‘Now let’s clean you and me up and get cozy, how does that sound?’ You proposed, brushing his hair away from his face.

‘Perfetto. I’m so glad you put on that jacket, amore.’ He said, smiling at you, while you bowed your head a little. ‘I’m glad it was so well received.’ You entered the bathroom again, with Copia shaking his head, laughing, trailing behind you.

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It had only been a few days since Copia had become Papa. Papa Emeritus IV, he was called now. The title was not the only thing changed, however.
The cardinal outfits moved to the back of the closet, with blue and gold papal robes and matching clothing taking the lead.
Most importantly, the papal paints. Receiving white and black paints in the style of a skull on the face had been a tradition that spanned decades back, to when Nihil’s father was papa, and his father was papa, and his father’s father, his father’s father…and so on, so forth.
Each papa had different designs, usually brainstormed about with the previous papa that would be stepping down, and the upper clergy members had to approve of it.

So it came to be that Copia and Terzo came up with a face paint design, doing something different and leaving his nose totally white. The clergy tweaked it a little bit and it was approved, but Copia wasn’t quite sure.
There came a moment where he couldn’t consult with Terzo anymore. Not with Secondo, not with Primo. Nihil did not care for him at that level, and sister…well, sister had been busy making arrangements about a possible facial structure change that Copia dreaded.

The first day of wearing his paints out to the real world, at the ministry, Copia sat at his table with a mirror in front of him, paints scattered around it.
He looked good, if he could say so himself, the paint suited his features and hair, he felt more stern, regal, more serious than he had been as a Cardinal, and most of all, more confident.
But no matter from what angle he looked at himself, he couldn’t help but feel something was missing. Something important, that was gnawing on the edges of his thoughts, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Slumping back in his chair, Copia sighed and crossed his arms. Squeaks were heard from below him, his little rats scurrying around. Picking one of them up, seeing it was Alfredo, a white and light brown rat he had had for so long now that he felt like one of his best friends. Alfredo kept squeaking and Copia placed him on the table, stroking him with one finger.
Absent-mindedly he checked himself in the mirror again, Alfredo’s shape reflected in it as well, now.

‘I don’t know, Alfredo…something is missing, but I just don’t know what it is…’ He murmured. Alfredo looked at him as if in question, his nose up, sniffling around.
‘Ah, probably the paints, my small friend. Apologies.’ Copia said, shoving he paints to the side and leaning in, seeing his own face up close. Two different colored eyes stared back at him, surrounded by large black rings of paint, arching just so that it made him look more serious than he was. He did not quite feel like himself.
The black lips and cheek detail were nice, it was a step up from the Cardinal paints, and just that touch different that the previous papa didn’t have. Terzo, he thought with a sad pang in his chest. He would have loved to have his advice right now, he would know what was missing. Secondo would be honest, and Primo would probably come up with some inspirations of Papa’s past.

More squeaking pulled him out of it, and he looked around. ‘Come on up, Orzino.’ He stretched out his hand as another rat climbed on, to be lifted up to the table. ‘Where did you leave your brother?’ Now he noticed the small weight on his lap. ‘Rigatoni…dormiglione.’ He smiled.
The rats on the table sat as if they were waiting on something.
‘Well, what do you think, my piccolini? What could make it more me?’
Orzino laid down his head, as if he didn’t quite know what to say.
Copia scratched his head. Merda.
‘Oh Alfredo, I just don’t know what to do.’ He muttered, to which Alfredo replied with a determined ‘squeak, squeak.’
He raised his eyebrows, leaning his chin in his fingers. ‘You know what, you might be right about that.’ He nodded towards Alfredo, who squeaked once more.
Copia shifted in his chair and Rigatoni looked up, to which he placed the rat on the table as well. ‘Apologies, I need to concentrate for a little bit, piccolino.’

With his tongue between his teeth and a little brush dipped in black, he hovered his face just before the mirror, murmuring ‘...it has always been skull-like paint, human skull-like…but what if…’
The rats were silent, looking up at him.
Copia put the brush down and leaned back in the chair, looking at the changes he made.
‘What if it was more…rat-like?’ He declared, moving his hands to the sides of his face as if presenting himself.
Two black, vertical stripes on his nose were added, giving the illusion of a different type of skull than a human one. If Copia had to do a skull design, who said it 100% had to be human? To hell with the vague clergy rules. He was Papa now, after all. Didn’t he get to decide about these things by himself?

The rats looked up towards him and he looked down to them, smiling softly. ‘And what do you think about this?’ He gestured towards his nose.
They squeaked excitedly and Copia stroked each of them, rubbing behind their ears a little.
‘Thank you for your help.’ He kept looking at his new face paint in the mirror, satisfied with his added rat-skull nose. This was him, this was Papa Emeritus IV, this was Copia.

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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was slowly making her way down to the horizon, bathing the sky in a flurry of soft pink, orange and yellow tones with cotton candy clouds.
You were hastily walking through the corridors of the Ministry, wanting to make it on time to Papa Emeritus III’s office, or Terzo, as most people called him.

Rounding the corner, you almost bumped into someone coming from the other direction, who held out an arm to stop you.
“Good afternoon, on a time crunch?” You looked up, and saw Papa Emeritus I, or Primo, standing before you. He smiled at you.
“Papa…I’m sorry, I am in a little hurry…oh!” You suddenly realized and bent towards him. “Terzo’s surprise! I thought Secondo had you on the dessert?” You raised an eyebrow.
Primo laughed. “He shooed me out of ‘his kitchen’, as he put it.”
You opened your mouth to say something but Primo raised his hand to stop you.
“It’s done, he’s just finishing up, I was on my way to change my clothing.”
Relieved, you shook your head. “I’m sorry for the stress, Papa…I just really want this to be perfect.”
He put a hand on your shoulder and nodded. “As do I. It will be. Excuse me, I will meet you both in a few minutes.” You thanked him and he was on his way, and so were you.

Terzo had been working almost non stop, around the clock, for so long that you couldn’t remember when his last truly free time had been.
You had seen how stressed that made him and how quickly he would feel anxious these days, if anyone needed a break, it was him.
Plus, it was deserved. It wasn’t easy being one the youngest in a successful line of Papa’s, even if his retirement from papal duties was on the horizon, he was still extremely busy.
Preparing everything for the new guy was no easy task, as Terzo wanted to do it perfectly, leaving absolutely no errors in his wake.

When the new guy would take over, Terzo would still have his regular duties in the clergy, just as his brothers did. Unique to this situation, was that he would be training a Cardinal, and not just any cardinal, for this was his half brother, Copia.
It had been a rollercoaster when everyone found out, but things had settled since then and Terzo complained about suddenly having to train someone. You knew he was excited for it, excited and anxious, but it made Terzo busier than he would and should have been.

You had hatched a plan to give Terzo what you called ‘the princess treatment’. Basically, he would be taken care of, soothed, given enough rest. Luckily everyone agreed on this and the other papa’s and even the cardinal had agreed to help.
It would be a surprise for Terzo, but you couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

Arriving at Terzo’s office, you knocked on the door and he immediately called to come in, you were relieved you had been on time and he hadn’t left. You opened the door.
“Ah- hello, that’s a sight for sore eyes” he smiled when he saw it was you coming in and stood up from his desk. You took his hands.
“I’m glad you’re happy to see me. Um…likewise.” You chuckled and he did too.
“Satanas, I am *spent.*” He stretched, as you walked towards the door together. He locked up and wanted to go in the direction of his private quarters.
You kept standing in place, holding his hand, so that he was jerked back softly.
“What is it?” He asked. You tilted your head, suppressing a wide smile. “Let’s go have some dinner first?”
He blinked a few times. “Hmm…amore, I kind of wanted to go lay down…” he said, but as he finished his sentence his stomach rumbled, making the both of you laugh.
“Okay, dinner it is.” He quickly concluded, smiling faintly.
You nodded. “Terzo, when is the last time you ate today?”
He thought for a few seconds. “I…honestly, I’m not sure I remember.”
You sighed, pulling his hand and going towards the dining area. “That’s it, we are having a nice dinner right now.”
He let you lead him, only protesting once under his breath.
Soft music was coming down the hallway and he cocked his head. “Do you hear that?”
You smiled. “I do. Do you like it?”
Terzo looked surprised. “I do, actually. I mean, usually it’s not here but, it’s nice for a change.”

Warm lights were coming from the doorway to the dining area as you neared it, and the music got a little louder. You stepped inside and saw candles burning, a beautifully set table, and in the corner an old looking gramophone emitting beautiful music. You couldn’t stop smiling at how perfect it was.
You turned around to face Terzo, who was frozen in the doorway.
“What’s-” He started asking, looking around. “Why is it like this?”
You chuckled and took both his hands in yours. “It’s…Terzo’s surprise.”
He mouthed the word ‘surprise’, pulling you towards him. “and what might that entail?” He asked.

Behind him, someone scraped their throat. You both turned and saw Primo in the doorway, having returned and changed his clothing into something more comfortable and casual.
“Ah fratello, look at this. ‘Terzo’s surprise’, it’s called.” Terzo exclaimed. Primo smiled and walked past the both of you, and you took Terzo further into the room towards the table.
He looked at the table and seemed impressed. “Did you do this?” He asked you.
You glanced at Primo and towards the kitchen. “I had help, but it was my idea.” You said and Terzo nodded in approval.

You pointed Terzo to a chair and pulled it out for him. He looked at you wide eyed and then went to sit.
The kitchen door opened and out came Secondo and the cardinal, carrying glasses and a bottle, that they put on the table. Terzo looked up at them.
“You people are involved too?” He sounded as if he had been left out of an important event. You patted his shoulder.
“So Terzo…” you began as Secondo put the glasses down and went to open the bottle, which was a very nice champagne, you just noticed.
Terzo looked at you. There was something in his eyes that seemed vulnerable, so you went to sit down beside him. “You have been working so hard…I can’t even remember when you last had a break. A good break. You deserve some real good relaxation and some days and nights off.”
He didn’t say anything, but did take your hands in his. “We arranged for you to have some time off before you have to start training the new guy” (the cardinal chuckled nervously) “so please, let me just take care of you, okay?” You asked.
You knew he didn’t like to be taken care of, he felt like he needed to do that himself. Remnants from the past he didn’t like to talk about. A few times you had talked about it and it was a hard subject, but you were so proud of him for that.
He nodded and he softly spoke. “Thank you…I…”
You patted his knee. “No need to thank me.” He looked at you with a soft smile and you saw he was blinking rapidly, you smiled back at him and suddenly everyone jumped when Secondo popped the bottle of champagne open loudly, creating a useful distraction.
Cardinal Copia and the papa’s fussed over filling the glasses fast before the bottle could spill over, and Terzo quickly but carefully wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, squeezing yours with the other.

“Alright!” Secondo exclaimed, handing everyone a glass. “To you, fratello!” He heaved his glass and the others did the same. “To you” you murmured to him. Everyone took a sip and as you sat next to him, Secondo and Primo scurried off towards the kitchen. Terzo picked up a golden fork. “Very nice. I must say, this table setting really does it for me.”
You had to admit you had never seen a nicer setting before. On a black tablecover, white plates with golden rims and golden cutlery were laid out. The soft fabric napkins were a deep purple, matching the candle holders.
You nodded. Copia chuckled. “Eh…I was in charge of setting the table. You like purple, right?” He inquired.
Terzo laughed, putting the fork down and picking up his glass of champagne. “Purple’s cool!” He replied and raised his glass towards the cardinal, who seemed more at ease now.

Secondo came back, carrying a dish and setting it on the table. It smelled delicious.
Terzo bent his head towards it. “That smells amazing…”
“It’s your favorite risotto dish.” You said and Secondo nodded. Terzo seemed to be speechless.
When Primo exited the kitchen too, the Cardinal got up from his chair and joined the two older brothers.
Primo winked at you and mouthed ‘tiramisu’ and you smiled. Dessert would be a hit.
“Please have a pleasant evening. Enjoy the food. We made that with love.” Primo said and drank the rest of his champagne, holding on to his empty glass.
Copia did the same. “I’m grateful to be here and to work with you…and to suddenly have three brothers.” He nervously laughed but the Papa’s all chuckled.
Terzo rolled his eyes but you saw he was smiling. “Everything I ever expected from having a younger brother. A little bit annoying, much to learn but an absolute master of setting tables.” Everyone laughed again as Terzo winked at the Cardinal.

They turned to leave. Secondo turned to Terzo and said, with a stern expression “You are going to relax and you are going to let yourself be taken care of.”
Terzo nodded and wanted to say something. Secondo stopped him. “Terzo? You will. And you best enjoy that risotto to the last grain.”
You laughed. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” Secondo laughed too, a hearty laugh and he turned to walk away. “Have a good rest of the evening!”
You both thanked him and the others and they closed the door behind them, leaving you and Terzo and the music.
“Alright, so…” you began, putting risotto on Terzo’s plate.
“What did I do to deserve this?” He said quietly, with a small smile. You set his plate down. “Everything. You deserve the best. Come on Terzo, you have always worked yourself into exhaustion and beyond. You need time off and you need to relax. It’s deserved.”
You looked at him with raised eyebrows, fending off arguments he might make.
He saw your face and decided it was useless, chuckling and picking up his glass.
You picked up yours and you clinked them. “To Terzo’s princess treatment!” You said, watching his face for a reaction. As he drank he narrowed his eyes.

He set down his glass and seemed to think over what he wanted to say, but eventually he sighed and burst out laughing. You joined him.
“Okay, alright. I will give in.” He said, dramatically waving his fork around.
“Good!” You smiled, putting some risotto on your plate as well.
As he took the first bite, a look of both relaxation and happiness spread on his face.
“Ahhh…this is so good.” He said, putting more on his fork. As you ate, you agreed with him.
“This is seriously amazing” you said, not having expected the risotto to be this groundbreaking.
He sniggered and the two of you ate in silence, joined by the music in the background and flickering of the candles. The sun was probably already down now, and it wasn’t long before Terzo scraped the last grain of risotto off his plate.
You sipped your remaining champagne. “Was it good?”
He leaned back in his chair. “That’s the best meal I’ve had in a good while. I need to thank Secondo for this somehow later.”

You got up and put your hand on his shoulder, pushing him down lightly. “Stay, I’m going to get dessert.” He looked up at you. “Which is?”
You kissed the top of his head. “Primo’s tiramisu.”
Terzo exclaimed a soft ‘ohh’, and you heard he was happy about it, smiling as you walked towards the kitchen, taking the tiramisu and walking back to the table with it.
“He makes the best tiramisu I ever had. Have you had it before?” He said excitedly, looking at the dessert.
“I have not. But now I’m really excited for it, too!” You stated, and Terzo put some of it on your plate, before putting some on his.
“Hey, I’m supposed to do that.” You teased him, but he shrugged. “I am relaxed when I’m eating tiramisu, so technically it’s okay.”

As you ate dessert, you found out it was indeed the best tiramisu you ever had. (“See? we should have it more often!” Terzo noted.)
Finished, you gathered all plates to take them into the kitchen. Terzo made a move that indicated he wanted to get up and help you but your hand pressed him back down.
“You sit and finish up your champagne.” You ordered him and he sipped the rest of his drink with a smile as you took everything away, quickly putting it in the dishwasher and walking back to the table.
“Are you ready?” You said, as he got up from his chair. He looked a little nervous. “I think I am.”
You blew out some of the candles. “It’s relaxation for you, Terzo. I would say you are very ready.”
He laughed and blew out the rest of the candles. You took some and grabbed his hand. “We are going to need those too.”
You had passed the point where he kept asking questions and you made your way to his private quarters, pointing at him to open the door, which he did.
Locking it behind you, you went to put the candles down, and, knowing where he kept the matches, lit them again, together with his own candles that you would light many a night for some soft lighting.

You both took off your shoes and he slid off his gloves, stretching his fingers and immediately swiping them through his hair before he let himself fall on his couch, deeply sighing.
“I feel like I only feel how tired I am when I sit like this” he said, leaning back.
You hummed a little, making some tea, leaving him to sit for a moment.
When you returned, handing him a mug of tea with honey, he gratefully took it and looked at you a little puzzled. “Are you not having tea?”
You swore he pouted a little, so you sat down next to him and wrapped your arms around him as he put the tea down on the table.
“I need to prepare something for you, it’s going to be very nice.” you cooed and he grumbled a little.
“Terzo…” you warned him softly, smiling at him.
“Okay, I just want to relax with you also relaxing, you know?” He said, looking at you with very sweet eyes.
“I’m relaxed if you are. I will come get you in a minute.” You promised, getting up and kissing his head again, making your way to his bathroom.

The next step, a nice hot bath. You made sure it was hot, not scalding, and with just enough foam and scent for it to be comforting. Spreading some towels on the floor in front of it and getting some ready for him, you put out the big light and instead turned on the smaller, more warmly lit lights.
Satisfied you looked at your work and stood up to go get him.
“Your chariot awaits.” You said, extending your hand. He got up and took it, smiling at you in question as you took him to the bathroom.
“That is my chariot?” He pointed towards the bath. You nodded. “It is. The chariot to the land of relaxation.”
He chuckled warmly and you pushed him softly towards it. “Okay, you get in, I’ll go get your washing items.” When he stood there for a few seconds you waved your hands at him. “Get in!”

You turned to gather his hair care and soap, remover for his paint and you made sure your underarms were bare as to not wet your sleeves.
As he stepped in he winced and you gathered his discarded clothes, hanging them on a hook by the door next to his robe.
“Is it too hot?” You asked and he shook his head, lowering himself. “No no, it’s perfect…”
As he sat down and fully submerged himself to his shoulders, you sat next to the tub on the side of his head. His eyes were closed.
“Don’t fall asleep, your back will kill you” you chuckled. He smiled. “I won’t. I want to be here for the relaxation journey.”

You bent towards him, leaning your arms on the tub. “Terzo, I’m going to take your face paint off, okay?”
He opened his eyes and you stared at each other. “Are you okay?” You asked, a little alarmed with how quiet he was.
“I’m just happy, I think. I mean, not that I’m not happy in general, I just…feel less anxiety.” He admitted and his eyes told you that he meant that. You smiled, your heart felt warm.
“I’m really glad about that. I’m here for you.”
Your voice said that you were not only literally, physically here for him right now, but anytime. In any way. A smile spread on his face as he closed his eyes again.
“Thank you” he hummed.
You looked at him and then gently started removing his paint, softly wiping his eyes, being careful around them. He turned his head towards you and you carefully held his chin in your hand while the other wiped at his skin, revealing his rosy cheeks, and somehow the sight of that made you blush a little bit. He just seemed nothing but soft and sweet in this moment.

When you were done, you wetted a cloth with lukewarm water in the sink, removing all remnants of paint and then patted his face dry.
“All done” you whispered. He opened his eyes again. “Thank you” He said earnestly and you couldn’t stop looking at him, until he chuckled, the movement of his head making a few locks of his hair fall in front of his face.
“Okay, time for hair washing!” You said, and you made your way to the head of the tub, behind him. You were lucky it was a free standing tub.
“How do we-?” He asked. You gently pushed at his shoulders. “Just…lean forward a little, and I will pour some water over your hair, okay?”
He did and shivered a little, his skin suddenly exposed to the air. You turned on the tap, adding some warm water, before filling up a small pitcher with it.
“Okay, here it is…” You said softly. For some reason, this felt very intimate, but also very relaxing and sweet. All in all, it was going very well.

He tilted his head back a little and you made sure to only let the water pour down his hair, successfully wetting it.
“Is it good?” You asked and he hummed. You saw he had his eyes closed and smiled.
“Lean forward a little bit again…” at this point he was completely malleable.
You put some shampoo onto your hands, rubbing them together before placing them on his head, softly massaging it onto his scalp. He shuddered a little bit. “I just feel like you’re massaging my brain right now…” he whispered, totally at ease.
Letting your fingers gently spread the foamy shampoo onto his head you couldn’t stop smiling. “Maybe I am. Lean your head back?”
Pouring some more water over his hair, you used your other hand to smooth it, making sure all the shampoo suds were out, before wetting it again and pushing his head forward.

He pulled up his knees and wrapped his arms around, sitting more comfortably.
“You know, I’ve been more anxious than usual.” He murmured.
You hummed in reply, lathering up some conditioner. It smelled of lavender.
“Besides working hard in my normal duties, I mean. Don’t get me wrong, I am so glad the old guy is finally out of the picture…” You knew he meant Nihil, and you spread the conditioner in his hair.
“I understand…” you replied. Terzo scoffed quietly. “Of course his youngest son is a wreck. Don’t tell him I said that.”
You chuckled softly, your fingers combing through his soft, wet hair. He continued.
“I just feel responsible for Copia. Technically we’re all his older brothers. But he is looking up to me so much. I don’t know if I…” His voice trailed off, a little shaky.
You wrapped your arm around his wet shoulders as you turned a little to face him, tilting his head towards you.
“You are. You’re good enough. More than that. You don’t have to do it alone, you got your brothers, the ghouls…me.”
He smiled, staring at your face. “That’s true…I just hope I can help him really grow into his own, you know.” He looked so sweet and you knew he wanted to help Copia to the best of his abilities. Terzo had a penchant to keep his feelings and thoughts to himself, especially the ones he deemed bad and negative. There weren’t many people he felt comfortable enough to let the mask drop with, but you knew him.
“I know you will stress over this. It will be okay. You got this and in turn I got you.” You promised and he bent towards you, a soapy hand cupping your face, giving you a soft kiss.

“Alright, let’s finish washing your hair” you said, getting back to your original position and washing out the conditioner. His hair felt silky soft now.
As he washed himself off, with your help, of course, as you could not let him do much work for this was his relaxation time, you talked about everything and nothing in soft voices. Somehow it felt better to talk softly, and when he said he was about done, you got up from the floor, groaning a little bit as Terzo chuckled behind you.
You took a towel, handing it to him as he got up. “Nice and soft.” You said, meaning the towel. He grinned at you. “Thank you amore.”
“Yes, you too.” You assured him, standing behind him with a smaller towel. “Just dry your hair a little bit?”
He let you do your thing, and when you were done, his hair was less wet but more wild.
He checked himself in the mirror. “Wow, this is actually kind of cool.”
You rolled your eyes and took his robe from the hook. “No, I mean it!” He said, taking the robe and putting it on.

Exiting the bathroom, you took him to the bedroom. “Okay, put on some comfortable pants.” You were just ordering him right now, but he didn’t protest anymore and he smiled at you, while you drained the water, and blew out the candles in the living room, taking some with you to the bedroom, setting them down carefully and opening Terzo’s closet.
“I’m borrowing your clothes” you stated, not even asking, you did this more often. You knew he liked that and you always felt comfortable in them.
“Why do I only have to wear pants?” He asked behind you as you changed. When you turned around, he was hanging his robe and his towel over a chair, only wearing some sweat pants.
He looked amazingly soft and warm, somehow. “It’s…part of it.” You said, focusing on his face, coming towards him. Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back and you stood there for a while, no one saying anything.
“Thank you for everything” He whispered. You patted his back. “You don’t have to thank me…” He shook his head, you felt him do it. “I feel like I have to. I’m just grateful. Accept my thanks, please?” He pleaded softly.
You sighed and chuckled, the sound muffled by being pressed against him. “I accept your thanks.”
He squeezed you and then let go, looking at you. “Thank you for accepting my thanks.”
You shook your head, smiling, before setting him down on the bed. “Lie down please, on your stomach.”
He did so and he leaned his head on the pillow sideways, groaning. “Ahh I’m so happy to lie down…”

You had some very nice smelling lotion, taking it with you while you climbed on bed as well, sitting over him, facing his shoulders and head. “I’ll give you a massage. I have to warn you though, I’m not like a massage therapist or anything…”
He chuckled and his shoulders shook slightly. “I’ll be happy anyways.” He said, his voice half disappearing into the pillow.
Putting the lotion on your hands, you gently rubbed them against each other to warm them up a little bit before placing them on his shoulders. “Your hands are so nice and warm” he half whispered, and from the part of his face visible you could see his eyes were closed.

Gently starting your massage, that you had in fact looked up in depth on the internet, you made sure you got his neck and shoulders, his back and even some of his upper arms. He didn’t make much sound except for approving groans, which made you chuckle. It told you he was enjoying it.
The sounds were getting less. You bent towards his face. “Terzo?” You whispered. He answered in a murmur. “I almost fell asleep…” he whispered back.
You smiled. “It’s okay. You want me to stop?”
He was quiet for a few seconds. “Is that okay?”
You kissed his shoulder. “Of course it is. Sleeping is the next step, anyway.”

You got up, taking the towel he put on the chair earlier, dabbing up some excess lotion. Then, you sat down. “You have to get up a little bit to get into bed.” His eyes opened and stared at you.
“Come on, the quicker you do it the quicker you’ll be asleep soundly.”
He groaned softly but he got up, stretching dramatically. You blew out the candles and turned on a small bedside lamp.
You threw back the covers from the bed and pushed him down again. He didn’t need much encouragement, laying down on his back and letting out something between a sigh and a groan in comfort. Folding the blankets over him, he looked so cozy your heart felt warm again.
“You will join me, right?” He asked. “Give me a few seconds.” You chuckled, walking over to the other side and getting in bed next to him. He turned towards you and you wrapped your arms around him again and pressed your face into his hair. He smelled so good.

“I know you said not to thank, but…” he whispered. You shushed him. “I know.”
He pulled back a little and looked at you. Your fingers twirled his hair softly. “I’m just glad I got to do this for you.” You said.
He smiled, you saw his eyes were heavy. “I don’t want it to end.”
Releasing his hair and swiping it away from his face, you replied. “It’s not going to end. There’s some time off now…it’s arranged…and, we can do anything you want. Except work, that is.”
He smiled happily, his eyes closing. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s for you, so of course it is.” You whispered and you saw the corners of his mouth twitch again before you closed your eyes too.
“Goodnight, sweet prince. Until tomorrow.” You said, kissing his forehead, and from his sleepy hum you knew he heard it, drifting off into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a long while.