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I’ll Hold You for the Minute it Takes- Chapter One
2,343 words 𖤐 Sister Imperator x Papa Nihil
So, I’m getting brave. This is the first installment of my longfic, an entire rewrite of Ghost’s lore. This is a lawless fic. No limitations of canon apply. I do what I fucking want. This is the first installment, in which Seestor and Nihil meet and puppy love takes over both of them. Warnings listed will apply to the chapter they’re listed on and will change from chapter to chapter.
Car Handjob ♱ Praise Kink ♱ Size Kink ♱ Anal Fingering ♱ Face Sitting ♱ PIV Sex ♱ Your Honor, They Are In Love ♱ Nihil IS Afraid Of Horror Movies ♱ Don’t Let Him Fool You
Lily was fascinated by the ad on the telephone pole:
Ghost- One night only!
With a picture of a man and his guitar. His face was painted like a skull, and the jacket… it was, frankly, horrendous. She just had to know what this was about.
She went to the specified venue, a bar she'd never been to on the other side of town, ordered a drink, and sat at one of the tables nearest the stage to wait on the performance to start.
The bar filled rather quickly, and she wound up sharing her table with a handful of other young women. They were chattering about how dreamy the frontman is, and how otherwordly the band members seemed. Lily rolled her eyes.
A guitar chord was struck, and she looked up with mild interest.
"Hey, baby! Kiss the goat!"
His voice was captivating… Lily felt herself becoming more and more intrigued, he was clearly having so much fun. It was quite endearing. One of the girls elbowed her.
"He's watching you, look."
Sure enough, he was stealing glances at Lily every so often, seeming to watch what made her smile. Their eyes locked as his band played the introduction to his next song and he knelt on the stage, holding out his hand, staring at her expectantly. She stared back at him for a moment before getting up, standing before the stage and taking his hand. In one swift movement, he lifted her onto the stage beside him and put the microphone back on its stand, then began to lead her in a dance. His hand found her waist, and she swore the band was drawing out the intro on purpose…
As suddenly as he had started, he released her and began to sing; a soft, slow love song filling the air and making Lily's heart flutter like mad.
No… She couldn't be… Her parents would never approve of him…
But his voice, his eyes… His stupid, puppyish eyes…
As soon as he finished the song and turned back to look at her, she decided there was only one thing to do.
She took him in her arms and kissed him, leaning over him, arching his back terribly. She knew it likely hurt… but he didn't seem to care. When she let go of him, there was a teartrack marring his paints… Had she overstepped?
He quickly hugged her again, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. He cocked his head in confusion when the band started playing another song… they had finished the set already. He smiled softly when he recognized the melody and began to sing:
"I can't help…"
"Falling in love… with… you…" Lily finished for him.
It was impossible for them to tear their eyes off of each other, but had they been capable, they would've seen an audince captivated by the sudden, unexpected romance… and a remarkably smug band, glancing at each other and giggling softly as they played.
When the song was finished, they hugged tightly, took a bow, and stepped backstage as the band gathered their instruments.
"So… don't think I caught your name?"
"Lily! I'm Lily… and Nihil, right?"
"In the flesh."
"What kind of name is that?" She asked playfully, batting his shoulder.
"The kind of name my freaky dad would pick."
"How didn't your mom tell him no?"
"She was too dead to stop him."
"I'm sorry I mentioned it…"
"It's alright!" He smiled softly and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Want to go see a movie?"
"Rosemary's Baby is showing at the drive in."
"Really? You seen it yet?"
"Maybe…" She cracked a smile.
"Don't spoil it for me!" They walked out to the parking lot and she dragged him towards her car.
"I'm driving."
"Yes, ma'am."
"That's a good boy. Hop in."
"Oh…"
"What?"
"Nothing… Nothing!"
"You sound local but I've never seen you before."
"Ah, I'm from a few towns over. Asher's Valley."
"They say that place is home to a cult. Bunch of devil-worshippers." Lily laughed.
"Kinda?"
"Wait… it's true?"
"Promise me that you'll let me speak before you decide we're insane."
"That isn't reassuring." Lily drifted to a gentle stop at one of the lights in town and gazed over at Nihil. "But sure, tell me. I'll hear you out."
"Well… yes, it's technichally classified as a cult. And yes, we worship Lucifer."
"You don't, like, kill babies, do you?"
"No. Surprisingly common misconception."
"Then, er, what do you do?"
"It's pretty boring, honestly. Soup kitchens and food pantries and community meals are the main things right now. We provide a lot of public sexual education and help with safely placing unwanted or surrendered children in foster care. We actually have six or seven kids living at the ministry itself right now, because they aged out of the orphanage."
"We?"
"Oh. Yeah… about that… The Reverend is my dad."
"What?"
"There is an Unholy Mass every Monday but… it's not any more violent than a Christian service. And a lot more loving, I think, seeing as I've been to both."
They fell silent for a while, Lily staring straight ahead as she drove.
"I understand if you don't want anything to do with me now."
"Quite the opposite, actually, I'm fascinated."
"What would you like to know?"
"Why Lucifer? Wasn't he evil?"
"In our doctrines, we view no deity as pure. All of them have imperfections, and the Christian god could not accept his. Lucifer had the courage to call him out, essentially tell him that he's not above the other holy beings."
"And that resulted in the fall? But if he was right, why didn't Lucifer stay locked in a battle forever?"
"Because he acknowledged that an eternal argument would be pretty pointless. He decided to descend to Hell to welcome and care for those the Christian god would inevitably forsake."
"And by extension, your job is to welcome and care for those rejected by Christianity?"
"Yes, but also just… anyone who needs it. Lucifer doesn't care about religion or status of rejection, he just wants people to be fed. He loathes the thought of anyone being deprived of earthly needs."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but: You feed people. You take care of kids. And everyone freaks out because you're not doing it in the name of the 'right' god?"
"Pretty much. And we have a band, courtesy of me. My dad isn't super pleased, but it's surpisingly helpful to be traveling like this. And… money from performing doesn't hurt."
"Damn." She thought. "This mean I don't need to do any convincing to make you sin?"
"You're welcome to convince me anyway."
"Maybe after the movie." Lily signalled to turn into the drive-in line.
"How married are you to seeing this tonight?"
"Not very. Why, you scared?"
"What? No, of course not," Nihil laughed while refusing to look at her.
"The left hand of Lucifer, heir to the Satanic Papacy, afraid to watch Rosemary's Baby… wow."
"I am not afraid."
"Bullshit." Lily pulled back onto the road and reached to stroke Nihil's thigh. "We'll entertian ourselves another way, then. Get me to your hotel."
Nihil's breath hitched when she slipped her hand between his legs, palming gently at his cock.
"Lily!" He whined, bucking up into her touch.
"Show me what you're packing, prettyboy."
Nihil panted softly, struggling to undo his belt and pants. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft, stroking him hard. Precum dripped from his tip just moments after he reached his full size, running over Lily's fingers. She glanced quickly over at him, licking at her lips when she saw his size.
"Oh, you're big." She gave him a squeeze and smiled wryly at the little whimper that escaped his lips. "You wanna cum, big boy?"
"May… ah…"
"Asking? So polite… Yes, cum for me." Her stroking got a bit rougher, and soon, Nihil's spend was dripping down her fingers. She lewdly licked each one clean, eyeing him to make sure he was watching. He gazed at her, a long, low whine of desperate need escaping his lips.
"Left up here…" He finally managed, remembering he was supposed to be getting her to where he was staying.
"Left. Got it." She turned. "Grey roof?"
"Purple."
"I know the one." She sped up substantially on the straight, smirking, eyes staring sharply at the road before them. She braked and turned expertly around the corner, then whipped into the parking lot.
"Cover up, then take me to your room," She told him, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind her. Nihil hurriedly zipped himself back into his pants and led Lily to his room, the corner of the lodge, bottom floor, furthest from the office.
"It's a little messy, sorry…"
"Doesn't bother me. I'm here to make it worse, anyway. The bed, at least." Lily slammed her full weight into Nihil, pinning him to the bed. He stared up at her as she unbuttoned his shirt, shivering as she thumbed over his nipples. "What do you want me to do to you, boytoy?"
He whined desperately, already straining against his pants. Lily backed off long enough to shrug off her dress, letting Nihil's shaky hands pull off her lacy panties. He stared longingly at her cunt, resting a hand soflty on her hip.
"Please..?" He whispered, staring up at her with wide, desperate eyes.
"Please, what?"
Nihil lay back on the bed and tugged Lily towards him, pressing her dripping cunt into his eager mouth. His trembling hands gripped her ass, guiding her to sit a little lower. He lapped and sucked like a man possessed, encouraged by the way her thighs squeezed his face as she neared her climax. She came hard, gripping the headboard to keep from falling, feeling Nihil lick every drop of her slick out of her folds.
"Oh… good boy, Nihil," She purred, sitting back on his chest as she regained her composure. "I think you deserve a treat. Show me what you want."
Nihil whined and turned on his side, pressing a fingertip into his desperate ass. Lily stilled his hand immediately.
"Let me. And never fuck yourself dry like that, promise."
"But-"
"No. You'll hurt yourself." She got up to pull something out of her bag and Nihil whimpered in annoyance. "Shut up. You can wait thirty seconds."
"Why do you-"
"Doctor's orders." She smirked. "Now ass up, prettyboy."
She generously lubed her fingers and pressed one of them into Nihil's ass, listening with satisfaction at his needy moans of pleasure. She very quickly added a second, fucking them as deep into his ass as she could.
"Tell me what feels good." She tried a handful of different depths and angles, until Nihil jerked and almost fell beneath her.
"There! God, there…"
She carefully rubbed circles where he dictated, feeling him tremble even harder. He gave a weak, pathetic whine as he came, grinding back on Lily's fingers.
"Good boy, cumming so pretty… Do it again." She pressed even harder, smiling as he gasped and squirmed beneath her. She reached to stroke his hardening cock, feeling his hips stutter forward as he bucked into her hand.
"Lily…" He whined, screwing his eyes shut. His arms gave out, sending him crashing into the bedding.
"You alright?" She purred, pausing.
"Mhm… keep going..?" He slurred, hugging the pillow and burying his face in his arms.
"My pleasure." She worked a third finger inside him and he groaned, rocking back onto her hand. She worked his cock in time with the thrusting of her hand and he came hard, clenching madly around her fingers.
"Good… you're so pretty."
"'M pretty?"
"You are… you're my prettyboy."
She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide.
"Got one more?" Lily asked as he slowly turned on his back, leaning against the headboard.
Nihil whined as he tried to work himself hard again, struggling to crawl to her.
"Lie back. Let me ride you."
"I don't know… if it'll fit…"
"I can make it fit."
Nihil whimpered desperately, tears streaming down his cheeks, paints ruined.
"Lil…"
"My god, Nihil…" She moaned, fighting to get on top of him. She laughed softly in triumph when she took the head, watching Nihil's face. His chest heaved violently, whole body trembling.
She slid down a little further, panting, struggling.
"I… can't… no more, god…"
"Just…" Nihil grabbed her hips and dragged her down a little further. Overstimulated and desperate, he came hard inside her, Lily's body sagging with relief as he softened.
"You're… pathetic," She panted, falling back on the bed.
Nihil's eyes drifted shut, whimpering softly, still trembling.
"I'll take it all next time. Promise."
Next time? She was planning a next time?
"You're a mess," She cooed, cupping his cheek. "Let's clean up. Your makeup is all over my thighs."
"Mmph…"
"Bath time. Wait here, I'll run it." She got up and made her way to the bathroom, glancing back at him. "Not that you have much of a choice."
"Shut up…"
Lily ran their bath and gently helped Nihil to his feet, settling him into the warm water and sitting in his lap.
"Close your eyes, prettyboy. Let me wash your face."
"You really think I'm pretty..?"
"I do," Lily cooed, kissing his lips. She picked up a new cloth to wash the rest of his body, appreciating his muscled form. He was half asleep when she was satisfied, then scrubbed her own thighs and pulled him out of the tub.
"Lily…"
"You're not sleeping in the water. Come on, let's go to bed."
"You're staying?"
"Of course." She pulled the top blanket off and threw it in the floor and turned down the rest of the covers, cuddling close to Nihil as soon as he was under them.
"Sleep well, Lily…"
"Goodnight."
Nihil lay awake for nearly an hour after Lily had fallen asleep, mind racing. He couldn't believe it…
Yes absolutely I will be normal because I think about him a very regular amount there are a normal amount of words under the cut (SFW and NSFW, passing mention of psychiatry)
Ok SO, a lot of the dates and shit are specific to my AU (that I’m gonna be sooo brave and start posting soon… I hope…) but the general character traits/quirks/etc are how I write this man regardless of the universe.
Secondo, given the name George at birth by Beatles-obsessed Nihil, was the only intentional child of the Emeritus family. Primo was accidental (positive), Terzo was accidental (slightly negative, relationship was pretty strained then), and the twins were a disaster (Nihil cheated like a week and a half before Imperator found out she was pregnant with them. And her postpartum psychosis was so bad that she attempted to murder infant V.). Anyway, this isn’t about them.
Baby/toddler Secondo was incredibly close with his great grandmother, Anath ‘Sadi’ Emeritus. She had papal paints but wore them very rarely, and always TERRIFIED Secondo when she had them on. And, because of impaired vision made worse by (then undetected) chronic migraines, he couldn’t easily recognize who was under the makeup, freaking him out further. The skull paints still startle him, even his own, so it’s really common for ghouls to shout reminders to him when he walks into his dressing room after shows.
After the death of Nihil’s father and grandmother, Nihil fell the fuck apart, and Secondo didn’t entirely understand why, and, already being prone to lashing out and having impaired judgment due to the migraines, he started attacking people. His little brother Terzo bore a lot of the bullying, but he would also attack Nihil, because he just wasn’t the father Secondo knew anymore.
This kinda came to a breaking point when he got into a bad enough fight with Nihil that he was left bleeding and with multiple broken bones at the bottom of the ministry’s front steps. They’d both been hurt badly enough for a hospital visit, and Secondo was deemed dangerous. Primo was rather displeased, as he didn’t like the thought of not being able to watch his brother himself, but with the twins and Terzo to worry about, and an inconsolable Imperator, he didn’t have a lot of time or space to argue about it.
I am completely disregarding my own experiences in the psychiatric care system and letting this actually help him. This is not reflective of any IRL experience I’ve had, or that any of my friends have managed to have.
With that out of the way, being hospitalized helps discover that one of the roots of Secondo’s problems is *near constant* blinding pain. When his migraines are managed, and he gets prescription glasses, he’s so much more personable and has the bandwidth to react in ways that weren’t just “hit the problem until it stops.”
He also talked through a lot of shit, including why he was so eager to attack his little brother, eventually realizing it’s because Terzo reminds him of how Nihil used to be. He also started drawing, which helped him get the feelings out of his head and into something tangible. He wrote an apology to Terzo a few days before coming home, complete with doodles, and while that relationship defo was a little rocky and Terzo a little nervous, they ultimately made amends and became incredibly close.
Secondo’s body mod of choice is tattoos, and he started getting them on his 18th birthday (Well, he actually had a stick n poke he did on himself when he was like… fourteen… but he refuses to mention it and got it covered very quickly. It was an incredibly shaky pentagram on his thigh.). His very first tattoo, however, was an ouija board across his chest. The next covered the pentagram on his thigh with… anther pentagram. But. Not shitty this time.
He still struggled with anger when he came home, but it was significantly better, and he started helping Primo care for their siblings because Primo was about to suffocate under the amount of responsibility on his shoulders- At this point, he was Papa, as well as doing all of the paperwork that should’ve been done by Nihil, caring for all four of his younger brothers, with V being incredibly medically complex… He was crashing out a little bit.
Tiny side tangent about V- He’s got a lot of health issues. He also struggles with speech, even as an adult, and adores any skin to skin contact he can get. Secondo would often bathe him, then they would snuggle in V’s bed after, and V would spell out anything he wished to say using the letters on Secondo’s chest.
Ok, um, now I’m getting super duper rambly. So I’m going to get back on topic. Secondo.
He was very pleased to be Papa, and is arguably the most approachable. Man just radiates positive energy, and he’s a silly goose so frequently. His social interactions are a little awkward, and he’s spent too much time watching Primo and Chain, hence why he pets his ghouls onstage. When he wasn’t on the road, he was drawing. Hell, when he was on the road, he was still doodling. Man fucking loves watercolor.
Oh! And his rooms! They were originally his grandmother’s, and almost every piece of furniture was hers from the 1920s-30s. Her quilts are always on the bed, and her needlepoint on the walls. He took it up to add a few of his own pieces, typically things he drew and then remade using embroidery or cross stitch. Everything is very well kept, but very visibly used. The velvet of the settees is worn thin and bald in places, the rugs have paths worn into them from Sadi’s, and later Secondo’s, habit of pacing. The finishes are chipped, there are a few stray drink rings on the tables, and a handful of marks that the twins made when they were little that just refuse to come off of the wallpaper… His bookshelves hold a blend of ancient tomes, cheesy romance, and beloved DVDs… and he has like seven funky CD towers because he is feral for jewel cases. Primo might be the Walkman boy, but Secondo has a banging stero and so many fucking CDs to put in it. Primo listens to the same album on repeat for 3 days. Secondo cannot listen to the same *song* within 3 days without exploding.
As promised, NSFW, rapid fire edition because doing these paragraph style would discover the word limit on a tumblr post:
Switch, but, in my controversial opinion, generally prefers to be submissive whether he’s topping or bottoming. And he’s almost exclusively a gentle dom.
Wicked into pet play, like, to the point that he’s doing dog things outside of sex. There is an oversized dog bed in his rooms, and he regularly sleeps on it. He eats most meals out of dog bowls, though he does like having a fork.
Continuing the pet play thing, he is incredibly responsive to commands. I HC him having been trained with English initially, then he and his trainer quickly switched to Latin after an invitation to sit from a sibling of sin got… very fucking awkward. He still finds himself twitching or flinching at former command words, and if he’s really tired, will just follow them.
Had an orchiectomy (testicle removal) and refers to himself as neutered, and also chose to casually tell his friends and family that he was going to be neutered. This got some ??? looks. Was allowed to keep his balls and preserved them as a wet specimen and gave them to V, who is overjoyed to have his very own set of testicles. They live on the bookshelf in his bedroom.
LOVES public kink events. Take him out on a leash. You know you want to. He’s also very welcoming and kind to anyone who expresses an interest in him, he genuinely wants people to have a good time! And will NEVER decline an orgy. Ever.
His first time was a fucking disaster. They were both drunk, didn’t know each others names, and ended up trying to fuck on the bathroom floor of a bar. I say “trying” because they managed it for about 3 minutes before they both passed the fuck out, and were woken up by security during the last sweep before closing.
He’s all bark and no bite. It doesn’t matter if he’s bigger, stronger… if you show even a hint of dominance? Oh, he’s done for. Whatever you say, he does.
Big slut for Alpha. Enough said.
So, uh, that’s all I can think of for right now. Which is. Probably more than you wanted tbh. But if you have any specific questions, feel free to ask them, and if you’ll nibble a bit of pup play Secondo… I’ll be in your debt 5ever xD
Hello! I would love to request a Copia x Secondo thingy 🥺🥹 I love the concept of Secondo as an absolute power bottom and Copia as a top. But I also like the aftercare and affection that follows. Thank you for your blog! I agree it’s so baffling to see DNI culture for the band…
Hihi! Sorry this took a bit! And it is annoying… I keep getting baffled and crashy about it TwT I hope you enjoy! It was a bit tricky for some reason, but I think I found my stride…
1,732 words 𖤐 Bottom!Dom!Secondo x Insecure!Inexperienced!Copia
I went with this being Copia’s first time with everything, and Secondo as a calmer, more experienced dom. More of a guide than anything, loved showing Copia how good his pretty body can feel!
First Time ♱ Dom/Sub ♱ Handjob ♱ Cum Eating ♱ Anal Plug ♱ Anal Dildo Use ♱ Anal Sex ♱ Praise ♱ Aftercare ♱ Why Does That Bald Man Own Shampoo ♱ He Cannot Be Trusted
"Cardinal? Come here. I require your asisstance."
"Yes, Papa… How may I help you?"
"Just come with me."
Copia swallowed hard and obeyed, following Secondo from his office to his personal rooms. They were dark, moody, but lived in and comfortable all the same. Leather chairs softened with age, the velvet pile of the chaise a bit worn, carpets fading from his well-trodden paths. He'd always been prone to pacing; from stress, or frustration, or when thinking through a particularly vexing problem…
Some soft music drifted lazily through the air, some forgotten sonata from a radio few knew how to tune. The chime of a grandfather clock echoed from somewhere just out of sight, a few moments fast.
"Make yourself comfortable," Secondo said softly. "I'll be back- I can't stand this chasuble any longer."
Copia sat timidly on the edge of one of the leather chairs, watching Secondo dissappear through one of the heavy wooden doors. He waited for his brother to return, glancing around at the walls. The wallpaper, nearly 100 years old, was still beautifully preserved; this was the only place it could still be found. The framed needlepoints also caught his eye, some of them he knew had been done by their grandmother, Sadi, but he didn't recognize any of the serpents. When a few more minutes passed and Secondo was still nowhere to be found, Copia allowed himself to get up and look closer at one of them. He squinted hard to read the signature, sewn with a single thread that almost matched the background.
Georgie, '25
"Copia?"
"Ah! Sorry, I was… I…"
"The one you're looking at is my favorite so far. Took three weeks." Secondo stood behind his brother, snaking his arms around his chest. Copia's breath hitched, cheeks flushing a pale pink. "I'm rather good with my hands."
"You… yes…" Copia stammered, feeling Secondo's hands travel downward, resting on his plush thighs.
"Care for a demonstration?"
"I don't know… I've… I've never… I don't know…"
"I'll guide you, pretty boy. You're in good hands," Secondo purred, palming Copia's cock through his cassock.
"I…"
"Come. Let's get to bed."
Copia stared at the floor as he was led to Secondo's bedroom. It was just as dark and elegant as his other spaces, but even more lived in… Colorful journals were scattered across the elegant mahogany desk, colored pencils overflowing out of multiple mugs. Innumerable markers peeked out from a partially open drawer, and a quilt to be repaired was draped over the desk chair. The sewing machine in the corner had a few new pieces scattered across its table, clearly mid repair.
"Copia?" Secondo murmured, a soft laugh creeping into his voice. He tugged gently on Copia's arm, getting him to step closer to the bed and sit. "May I undress you?"
Copia nodded quickly without meeting Secondo's eyes.
Slowly, carefully, Secondo undid the buttons of Copia's cassock, pulling it from his shoulders and gently helping him out of his undergarments.
"You're so beautiful…" Secondo breathed.
Copia dared to look up at him, meaning to search his face for the mockery he expected, but got wholly distracted by the way Secondo's loose satin robe framed his chest, his old tattoo barely visible beneath his thick hair.
"Let me touch you, sweet one?"
Copia stared up at Secondo with wide eyes, nodding again. He watched as his brother shrugged off the robe, letting it fall silently to the floor as he lay Copia back on the bed and straddled his hips.
"Nervous?"
"Yeah…"
"I'll be gentle. I promise." Secondo began teasing Copia's cock, smiling as he squirmed and panted beneath him. "Tell me what feels good, alright?"
Copia just gave a broken moan, hips weakly bucking upward into Secondo's hand. Precum was already beading at his tip, and tears welled in the corners of his eyes. It was so much, so good… He came with a shuddering groan, cum splattering all over his stomach. Tears slipped down his cheeks, a bit ashamed at how quickly he'd climaxed.
Secondo released him, holding one hip as he shifted to lap the cum from Copia's stomach. Copia's breath hitched, nearly in tears again. There was no hesitation from his brother; his tongue was needy and eager, determined to lick up every drop.
"Tastes good…" Secondo said breathlessly, licking his lips. "You're so pretty…"
"I'm… sorry… Wasted your time…"
"Nonsense."
"I… still." Copia shivered as Secondo slid up to take his nipple into his mouth. "I want to make it up… somehow… make you… oh…"
"I can show you how, if you'd like," Secondo purred, raising his head to look at Copia. "Just do as I tell you."
"Alright… ah, show me..?"
Secondo lay beside Copia, motioning for him to get between his knees.
"I have a plug in. You can pull it out, if you'd like."
"I… how?"
"Grab the base. Like this." Secondo reached down to demonstrate, then moved his hand again. "Then pull. As fast or as slow as you'd like, you won't hurt me."
Copia clumsily gripped the plug, slowly easing it out of Secondo's hole. He stared at the warm, heavy metal in his hands, wondering how long his brother had had it in.
"Did I do it right..?" He whispered, glancing up at Secondo's face.
"You did wonderfully." Secondo smiled, stretching, arching his back against the mattress. Copia's cheeks turned a vibrant red as he watched, reaching shakily out to run his hand over his brother's muscled stomach.
"What… what next?"
"Oh, you're eager… That's a good boy," Secondo cooed, reaching for his toy lying on the bedside table. Copia gave a choked, whiny sound at the name, soft cock twitching and trying desperately to harden again. Secondo lubed the dildo carefully, hand sliding easily over the smooth glass, then handed it to Copia. "Fuck me. I'll guide you."
"It… it looks big…"
"It is. But I can take it."
"Tell me… tell me if I'm doing it wrong…" Copia whispered, gently pressing the tip of the toy into Secondo's ass. Secondo gasped, twitching a bit, causing Copia to freeze.
"Deeper."
Copia hesitantly obeyed, watching Secondo shudder as it glided across his prostate.
"There, again," Secondo commanded, voice firming a bit.
Copia tried to obey, but it took a few tries before he found the right spot. Secondo hissed when he did, dick twitching against his stomach. Copia quickly sought it again, beginning a clumsy but determined rhythm. His brother moaned softly below him, occasionally managing praises or a strained request for Copia to thrust harder, or faster. Secondo looked up at Copia through heavy lidded eyes, noticing his cock was hard again.
"Fratello. Stop."
Copia listened immediately and stared at Secondo with wide eyes. Had he done something wrong?
"Lie down. Let me ride you?" Secondo's voice was still very firm, but there was a hint of a question.
"Yes, sir…" Copia murmured nervously, glancing at the bed as he still toyed with Secondo's dildo.
"Pull it out. Set it aside, I'll worry about it later. Then lie down on your back."
Copia nodded, thankful for more specific instructions. He followed them, heart quickening as Secondo stroked lube over is fat cock.
"Can't wait to feel you, big boy… Think you'll fit in my hole?" Secondo asked playfully, straddling Copia's hips and hovering over him.
Copia just whined, a sob rising in his throat when he felt Secondo easing down onto him.
"Good boy, so good…" Secondo's chest heaved, hands on Copia's soft, plush waist. "Need you to fill me up, pretty thing… Want to cum on your cock, and have your spend dripping out of me… And I don't stop until I get what I want."
Copia gave a low, desperate whimper, bucking weakly up into his brother. Secondo began riding him recklessly, grinding Copia's cock hard against his prostate. Copia squirmed, trying hard not to cum too early, but knowing he cant last much longer. He bucked aggressively into Secondo, catching him off guard and causing him to see stars as he came hard. Copia wasn't far behind, tears rolling down his cheeks as he filled Secondo's eager ass.
"That's good… good boy…" Secondo fucked his sensitive ass a bit longer on Copia's cock, then collapsed beside his brother. He cuddled close, thumbing the tears off of his face, cooing about what a wonderful job he did, how proud Secondo was…
"Did you enjoy it, baby?"
"Mhm… just… a lot…" Copia whimpered, pressing his cheek into Secondo's palm.
"You took it all so well."
"Thanks… felt good…"
"I'm glad."
"Sleepy…"
"Let me bathe you first?"
Copia looked down, sighing softly, realizing how sticky he was. He nodded, and Secondo stood, lifting him from the bed with ease. Copia nuzzled Secondo's neck as he was carried to the bathroom and lay in the waiting tub, reveling in the feeling of the warm water rising over his body.
"Just relax. Fall asleep, if you wish. I'll clean you up and tuck you in, promise."
Copia gave a soft, content sound, eyes drifting shut as his brother wetted then shampooed his hair. Suddenly, Copia sat bolt upright.
"Everything alright..?"
"Why do you have shampoo..? You don't have hair? You're… you're bald?"
"I don't have hair, but many of my lovers do. My sweet little Copia certainly does; soft, fluffy hair… I love to run my fingers through it."
"You… you do?"
"Yes."
Copia lay back against the tub, falling half asleep agian. Secondo scrubbed his body, then pulled him out of the water, toweling him off and wrapping his brother in one of his satin robes. It was far too long, yet left part of his belly exposed… He hoped Copia wouldn't mind too much. He hurriedly cleaned himself a bit, then helped Copia back to bed, pulling off the top blanket and the waterproof one beneath it.
"Grandma… made that..?"
"Sure did. I always sleep under Nonna's quilts."
"Looks warm…"
"It is. Come here?"
Copia practically fell into bed and dove for Secondo's arms, falling fast asleep in minutes. Secondo stayed up a little longer, watching his brother's sleeping face; how his eyelids twitched, lip curled, even the way his nose wrinkled when he sniffed… He was adorable.
Barely awake enough to give Copia one last kiss, Secondo fell asleep to his brother's gentle snores, cuddling him close, face buried in his damp hair.
1,722 words 𖤐 Mary Goore x Sister Imperator x Papa Nihil (kinda… his body is involved, anyway.)
Nihil fucked up. Imperator is a reckless driver. And I suppose Mary has a corpse detector, because how the *fuck* did he know? The working title was ‘holy shit guys he’s dead calm down’ and I think that’s very worth mentioning. Pretty accurate summary, actually. This is the vision that the previous post was mentioning. Enjoy.
I Think DDDNE Applies Here ♱ Read At Your Own Risk ♱ Necrophilia ♱ Intentional Vehicular Homicide ♱ Strained Marriage ♱ Wound Kink? ♱ Knife Play ♱ Degradation ♱ Slight Humiliation ♱ Ma’am WTF Are You Planning To Do With That Body ♱ Commands ♱ Dubcon? Between The Living ♱ Mary Has BDE And About Four Inches To His Name ♱ Orgasm Denial ♱ Possessive Imperator ♱ Run Mary Run ♱ They’re Both Fucking Bonkers
That bastard.
He'd cheated on her again. His wretched infant on her hip, his whining toddlers gnawing at her ankles… And he'd run off with a pretty little teen pretending to be on official business.
Bullshit.
Sister Imperator had had enough. This was it. His time was up.
She peeled out of the ministry's front drive, taking off in the direction of Nihil's new plaything. She slowed when she saw someone walking alongside the road, squinting in the dim, dusky light… The hair was right. And the jacket… she swerved hard and slammed on the gas, approaching too quickly for her target to even consider trying to get away.
She hit him, bones snapping with a sickening crunch, his mangled body draped across the hood of her car, bloodied face against the windshield. His neck was horribly twisted, undeniably broken.
Dead on impact.
Imperator couldn't deny that she was a bit disappointed… Far too kind of a fate for him.
She got out to inspect the damage and confirm his identity. She pulled open his left eye, smirking when it was stark white. It was Nihil. Next, she shoved his limbs aside to make sure she hadn't busted her car… the bumper was toast, but the rest would be an easy fix. She'd do it tomorrow, spending the day in the garage wasn't a stretch for her. And she could be honest. Tell anyone curious that she hit something.
A deer.
A harmless, innocent little doe, fawn watching in terror from the treeline.
Stupid animal practically leapt onto her hood.
Stupid thing wanted to die.
She roughly grabbed Nihil's arm to drag him off the hood and stuff him into the backseat to be hauled home. She'd finally have him to herself, he'd never leave her… Never leave their bed, even.
Where a husband belongs.
"Think you hit something."
Imperator whirled around, ripping a knife out of the sheath tucked into the garter on her thigh.
"Back the fuck up," She growled, eyes glinting madly, knife pointed calmly at the stranger.
"Wow, you're a spicy one. I won't hurt you. Promise."
"Damn right you won't."
"What'd he do to you?"
"Why do you care?"
"I like to get to know my dates." He stepped into the glow of the headlights, soft smirk on his face. "I'll introduce myself, first, since he's the quiet type. Mary, Mary Goore. In a band, among other things."
"So was he."
"Oh?"
"He tried to run from me. Left me with his sons… The sons I didn't want… I didn't get a choice… now, neither does he."
"That's the spirit!" Mary broke into a toothy, terrifying grin. "What's your plan with him now?"
"Put him to bed… He's been out all night for weeks… He must be so tired, aren't you, Nihil?" Imperator's voice softened to a coo as she stroked his bloody face, glassy eyes staring right through her.
"Suppose he's not up for any action, then."
"That's how he ended up here." Imperator looked Mary up and down, then felt lewdly at Nihil's groin. "But if you think you can take him… I'd love to watch."
"Oh, I'm good at this."
Imperator turned Nihil onto his back and pulled his cock from his pants. He was a bit soft, but certainly servicable. It was lucky, really. He'd be easier to ride this way. Mary's eyes flickered with nervousness for just a moment, but he quickly swallowed it.
"Strip."
"Telling me what to do?"
"If you want to fuck my husband, then you'll listen to me."
"Fine." Mary pulled off his jacket and pants, intending to leave on his shirt.
"I said strip." Imperator twirled the knife. "Before I lose my patience and you join him."
"God, whatever."
"Mount."
Mary growled low and climbed onto the hood of the car, handling Nihil's dick a bit.
"Satanas, you're stupid. You can't take that dry." Imperator rooted through her glovebox and pulled out lube, stroking it over Nihils cock. "Be still."
She steadied Mary with one hand on his hip, knife blade pressed flat against his flesh, then pushed her lube-slick fingers into his waiting hole.
"Woman!"
"Shut up. You're not ready for him, you can barely take my hand." Imperator stuffed in another finger and thrust hard. "Kiss him. He always enjoys a bit of tenderness first."
"You know him best," Mary purred, stretching out over Nihil's body and lapping some of the blood from his cheek. He groaned and nuzzled him, pressing their lips together and forcing his tongue into the dead man's mouth. Mary took his time exploring, tasting blood, running the tip of his tongue over newly broken teeth. He moaned into Nihil's mouth, feeling a third finger stretch his eager hole. His hand meandered down Nihil's side, cock twitching hard at the feeling of cool flesh and broken ribs beneath his trembling fingers.
Mary tried to crawl forward but Imperator's grip on his hip tightened, shifting the blade so the edge dug into him.
"No. You haven't touched his nipples… He got them pierced just for us, you know. I asked him to."
"Ah… silly me…" Mary pushed the jacket aside and took Nihil's nipple in his mouth, toying with the jewelry, tugging the bar with his teeth. He sucked it for a while, then began playing with the other. The right side of his chest was considerably more caved than the left, and Mary pushed his face into the divet, hearing the broken bones grind against each other as he licked and sucked harder. Imperator gave a satisfied hum, turning the knife again, watching a few beads of blood run from the small cut she'd left on his hip.
"You feel nice. Stretched. Slick," Imperator told him, abruptly pulling her hands away. "Now. Ride him, he's going madwith desperation…"
"I can tell… felt him shivering." Mary lunged forward and straddled Nihil's hips, grimacing as he forced his fat tip into his hole. "He's… fuck…"
"You wanted this."
"I did… I did… oh, fuck…" Mary took Nihil even deeper, determined to take his full length. It was much colder than Imperator's fingers, which were now threading through his hair…
"Good boy." Her hands slid over Mary's body, feeling him, smearing Nihil's blood over his ghostly chest. "Wait. Let yourself adjust, won't hurt as much."
Mary moaned, high and breathy, when she took his cock in her hand. She toyed with him for a moment, then snorted.
"That's as big as you get? No wonder you fuck corpses… No one else will bother with you."
"Then… what are you- ah! Dammit!" Mary squirmed when he felt Imperator's knife digging into his throat.
"Don't push it," She hissed, using her other hand to force him lower. "You're disgusting. Approaching a woman in the dark. Fucking her husband while she watches. On the hood of her car, too."
"Ye…yeah. I'm nasty, what're you gonna do about it, blondie?"
"You're going to fuck him until I tell you that you're allowed to stop. Any sooner, and I cut off your pathetic excuse for a dick."
"Deal." Mary arched his back, pushing his chest up and neck against her blade as he began to ride Nihil as hard as he could. He moaned and whimpered as he rammed Nihil's cock into his prostate, Imperator's knife pressing harder, first drops of blood beginning to flow from the wound.
"You're enjoying this too much," Imperator cooed, hand creeping from his hip to his tiny, twitching cock. She stroked him gently, scooting closer to kiss his cheek.
"That good, baby?" She asked, hearing his moans getting louder and feeling him strain harder into the knife.
"Mmph… mhm…"
"Don't forget, you can't stop until I decide you've had enough."
"Yes… ma'am…"
"Polite… I might keep you. If my husband is satisfied, of course."
"What? You- ah! You think I'm a stray? A dog you can just rescue?"
"You think resisting will work out, prettyboy?"
Mary just whimpered, cock twitching in Imperator's hand.
"Harder. You can take it."
"I… I don't…"
"You can't tell me no," Imperator chided, releasing Mary's cock and tossing her knife to her other hand with one fluid motion. She dug it into the tender flesh below his testicles, a firm reminder of her earlier promise. "Harder."
Tears flowed freely down Mary's cheeks as he forced himself to take Nihil deeper, slamming himself down as hard as he could. Imperator smiled, watching precum dribble from Mary's tip.
"Gonna cum already? Don't you think you should ask first?"
"May… fuck, please..?"
"Use your words, you pathetic pervert."
"I need to cum… Please, please… please!" Mary begged.
"Need? Hm…"
"Please…"
"Wait a bit longer."
"Yes… yes, ma'am…"
"Good boy."
Mary groaned, body tense, all of his effort going into restraining his orgasm. Imperator stroked him again, kissing the tears as they roll down his face.
"Just a little longer… be a good boy for me."
"Good… boy… yes…"
"Mhm. You're so cute!" Imperator squeezed him a little tighter. "Show me how you cum, prettyboy. Cum on my husband's cock, like the nasty homewrecker you are…"
Hot cum spurted from Mary as he clenched hard around Nihil, digging one hand into his broken shoulder squeezing Imperator's wrist with the other.
"Oh… oh, look at you… Think you can ride a little longer?"
"I… try… I'll try…"
"Good boy."
Mary's moans got louder, and his tears flowed more freely. He stared at Imperator with huge, pitiful eyes, begging her to let him stop.
"Fine. You've done enough, get off, and help me get him in the car."
"Yes… yes, ma'am… fuck, he's so big…"
"Don't say that, it'll go to his head." Imperator dragged Nihil's body off of the hood and struggled to maneuver him into the backseat. Mary leaned in through the other door and situated his shoulders while Imperator slammed the door as soon as she'd gotten his broken legs to somewhat fit.
"Thanks… Mary?"
"What?"
"Get dressed. Then get in."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I said so."
Mary shivered and hurriedly pulled his clothes back on, then slid into the passenger's seat.
"Where we headed, princess?"
"Your new home."
"You really are trying to adopt me."
"Not trying, baby." Imperator smiled, peeling off into the night as one hand crept to Mary's thigh. "You're already mine."
Twirling my hair and kicking my feet. Guess who's getting discharged early... may i ask for some domestic copvia, copia helping Perpetua around and in the shower and with cooking, please. 🥺💜.
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Hello! I'm so sorry this took forever! And there will need to be a part 2, because I didn't squeeze cooking in here! </3 I hope you'll enjoy, even... a long time after you requested it xD I'm not sure what to title it...
2,060 words 𖤐 Copia x ChronicPain!Transmasc!Perpetua
Perpetua got his top surgery! Sleepy boy is a bit grumpy and sore, and very glad to get his drains out and have a bath. He's very thankful for his brother, and his chair. But mostly his brother :)
Surgery (Implied, this is post-op, no graphic descriptions) ♱ Doctor's Visit ♱ Brotherly Banter ♱ Lots of Fluff ♱ Oral Sex ♱ Revocation of Consent (Acknowledged immediately) ♱ Bathing ♱ Sprinkle of Bribery ♱ Copia Is #1 Bodily Autonomy Supporter
"V? How you feeling this morning?" Copia asked softly, gently shaking his brother awake. He grumbled, shifting away from Copia and trying to go back to sleep.
"It's early…"
"Baby, it's almost ten. And your doctor's appointment is at 11:30, I need you to wake up for me, alright? I've got some breakfast for you."
"Not hungry…"
"Just a few bites?"
Perpetua growled and struggled to sit, letting Copia pull him up to lean on the headboard.
"I don't want to eat… I'm not hungry…"
"Pet…" Copia gave his brother the saddest look he could muster and he relented with a hiss, letting Copia place a bite of eggs on his tongue. He then allowed another, and a third…
"Not hungry, huh?"
"Shut up." Perpetua slowly finished his breakfast, then let Copia help him up and into his wheelchair.
"What are we wearing today?"
"The usual, I guess," Perpetua mumbled, not thrilled about needing to dress. He was sore, tired… Recovering from surgery with chronic pain was not for the faint of heart.
"Lingerie. Got it."
"No, dammit. You're going to make me choose, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"Fuck. 3DS launch shirt, then. And give me your pants. I don't care which ones."
"Hmm… alright. If you really don't care-"
"Fine! The red ones… matches the words on the shirt."
"I knew you had a preference!" Copia pulled the shirt out of Perpetua's drawer, then helped him to the bathroom. "Brush your teeth, I'll go get the other half of your outfit."
"I don't think pussy out would be a bad look."
"V. It's snowing."
"Your point?"
"You're wearing pants. And a jacket, too. This isn't up for debate." Copia shook his head and left V in the bathroom, going to get his red tracksuit. It was getting a bit tight these days, and he was debating giving it to Perpetua… but he loved stealing his brother's clothes so much that he considered keeping it soley to be borrowed.
"Copia! Come help me."
"What's up?"
"My knees… my knees aren't right. Will you..?"
"Yes. Come here." Copia gently pulled his brother from his wheelchair and helped him shift onto the toilet, steadying him as he got his bearings.
"Thanks…"
"Of course." Copia glanced downward to see if Perpetua's legs were shaky. "Do those socks have a hole?"
"Yeah…"
"Want me to find you some different ones?"
"Would you?"
"Yes. Wait here."
"Do I have a choice?"
"I mean… technichally. You can either finish using the toilet or wiggle off into the floor."
Perpetua sighed dramatically as Copia went to find him socks. It was surprisingly difficult to find a pair without holes; thank the near-constant toe walking for that. Luckily, Perpetua's favorite pair was still holding strong.
"Your fish socks are clean."
"They are? Really?"
"Yep."
Copia changed Perpetua's shirt, slipping it over his head with as little shoulder movement as possible. Next, he helped Perpetua step into the joggers, pulling them up as he transferred his brother back to his wheelchair. He tied the drawstring tight to keep them on, then knelt to change Perpetua's socks.
"There. Hole free, my dear."
"Yay…" Perpetua happily wiggled his toes as he was pushed back to his room. "Can I wear converse?"
"I don't know, can you?"
"You know what I mean," Perpetua snapped, blushing furiously. "Would you tie them for me?"
"Yes. Let me guess… Purple high tops?"
"Red… Matches the fit." Perpetua did his best to pose, grimacing when he pulled his shoulder a bit too far.
"Be careful!" Copia chided, getting in the floor to put on his brother's shoes. Perpetua gave a tiny smile, rather pleased that his clothes were somewhat cohesive. He had spent the past week in whatever was most comfortable, which was nice in some ways, but not being able to bathe properly and being stuck in mismatched pajamas was still rather difficult. "Alright, ready for your appointment?"
"I guess."
"Got your wallet? DS?"
"In the bag on my chair."
"Let's go!"
"You seem excited."
"The sooner we get there, the sooner we find out when you can start showering again."
"Are you calling me stinky?" Perpetua crossed his arms, pouting.
"Not like that! You've just complained every day about not being able to take a bath."
Perpetua stuck out his tongue.
"Stop. Hold out your arm, you need a jacket."
"Do not."
"If you wear a jacket outside, then you can dress me in whatever you want when we get back."
"Deal. Don't expect to get off lightly."
"With you? I never do." Copia laughed softly, helping his twin tenderly into his jacket. "Comfy?"
"Yeah… Smells like you, too…"
"Good, isn't it? Better than freezing, for sure."
"Hmph…" Perpetua refused to answer, being silent on their way down to the car.
"Alright, in you go." Copia quickly settled Perpetua into the passenger's seat, then started the car, then hefted his wheelchair into the trunk.
"It's cold," Perpetua whined as Copia got in beside him, pulling the jacket tighter.
"No shit. It'll warm up in a minute, promise."
"It better…"
Copia drove them to the hospital and helped Perpetua into the building, then to the proper waiting room.
"Here for post-op. Preferred name V."
"Here's your paperwork," The receptionist said, handing a clipboard to Copia, which he then passed to Perpetua. He filled it out, hesitating when he reached the pain survey.
"Copi?"
"Hm?"
"I'm not sure how to do this… It's… it's not really a set pain. It fluctuates. A lot."
"Mark the worst pain, and the least pain, and label them. You can explain more details when you see your doctor."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
"V! We're ready for you."
"Copia… push me."
"Are you a fucking baby? Need to be pushed in your stroller?"
"Yes, I am your baby."
"Walked into that, didn't I?"
"Maybe you should use a chair. Then you won't walk into a damn thing."
"V… you little shit." Copia sighed and sat in the chair in the corner of Perpetua's doctor's office.
"Here to get your drains out?"
"Ideally."
"Alright, we'll get that as long as nothing looks off… May I ask a few questions?"
"Sure."
"How's your pain been?"
"Can you be more specific?"
"Yes. As far as pain around or pertaining to the incision, how much does it interfere with your daily life?"
"Could be worse… The regular chronic pain is more impactful, as I can't do my usual stretches."
"Are your medications still providing adequate relief? Have you been using the medications prescribed for surgical pain?"
"No… I haven't had enough surgical pain to use them?"
"And they don't help with the other pains?"
"I haven't tried. They're not surgical. I'm dealing well enough, I guess, I just can't do much." Perpetua sighed, shifting in his chair. "Copia helps with everything. I'm just annoyed I can't do it all myself."
"I don't mind helping you, V. I'm really happy to do it."
"Thanks…"
"Do you think that a medication adjustment would be helpful? Or will this pain not really improve until you can resume physical therapy?"
"I need the physio for this pain."
"Alright, if you think of anything that will help, you can call any time."
"I will!"
"Ready to get your drains out?"
"Yep! Please, I want to shower…"
"Don't get too excited, now."
"No promises."
The doctor rolled his eyes and set up to remove Perpetua's bandages and drains. Copia helped him up onto the table and Perpetua watched with mild interest as the doctor worked.
"There. Done."
"That was fast."
"Yep."
"Are we done?"
"Sure are, as long as you don't have any questions?"
"Nope."
"See you at your next appointment, then."
Copia settled Perpetua back in his wheelchair, got him to the car, then home. Perpetua couldn't stop yawning.
"Someone is sleepy."
"Not…"
"I think you are. Naptime, then a shower."
"Not sleepy…"
"Are sleepy. Come on." Copia lifted Perpetua out of his chair, smiling when his brother fell asleep in his arms. "Rest well, sweet boy…"
Copia lay Perpetua down and tucked him into bed, then went over to the bathroom to prepare to bathe his brother. He lay out V's favorite pajamas and towel, found his cosiest pair of socks, and got all of his soaps within reach.
"Copia!"
"I'm here, love."
"Come here…"
"Ready for your bath?"
"Maybe… I'm ready for you to make good on your promise. Come let me dress you."
Copia sighed and walked back into Perpetua's bedroom.
"What'll it be, fratello?"
"You get off easy… Boxers. The tight ones."
Copia dramatically stripped down to his underwear while Perpetua watched with hungry eyes.
"Will these do?" He asked, doing a little spin.
"Yeah… Oh, those are fine…"
"Pervert."
"Not my fault your ass is so fat."
"Come on. I can smell you from here."
"Can not!"
"Can so."
"Not nice…" Perpetua giggled softly as Copia picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.
"Bath or shower?"
"Bath. The shower noises are bad…"
"Understood. I don't like them either." Copia turned on the water to fill the tub and began to undress Perpetua.
"The water is going to feel so good…"
"Nice and warm, and cosy. And then pajamas."
"Snuggles, too?"
"That can be arranged."
"Yay…" Perpetua splashed excitedly, tired smile crossing his face. "Will you wash my hair..?"
"Of course. Now, or rest first?"
"Now… I feel so greasy."
Copia lovingly poured water over Perpetua's head, patiently wetting down his curls. Perpetua groaned softly as Copia's gentle fingers scratched and massaged his scalp, closing his eyes tightly as the first round of shampoo was rinsed out. Copia worked in more shampoo, smiling at Perpetua's soft giggles.
"No more grease… yay…"
Copia quickly rinsed, conditioned, and brushed his brother's hair, then grabbed a cloth from the counter.
"Body now?"
"Yes, absolutely… Stinky Petua…"
"Not that stinky."
"You're lying. Yes that stinky."
Copia gently washed Perpetua's neck and shoulders, then arms, lifting them very slightly to scrub underneath.
"Doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No… thanks."
"Feel good to be clean?"
"Yeah… it's so much better. Nothing can replace a real fucking bath…"
"You sound sleepy," Copia cooed, brushing back one of V's damp curls.
"Little bit…"
"Bedtime?"
"Maybe another nap…" Perpetua whispered, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"What's wrong, love?"
"I'm sleepy… but… I wanted you to suck my dick first…"
"If you're still awake when I tuck you in, I'll suck you off, deal?"
"Deal. I'll be so awake, you don't even know."
Copia lifted Perpetua out of the tub and dried him.
"Do you want me to do your hair?"
"I don't even want you to put my pajamas on. Suck my cock and fuck off."
"You do need a nap, fuck. Come on, then."
Perpetua stuck out his tongue as he was carried to bed, immediately spreading his legs and baring his needy cunt to Copia.
"I suppose… since you're still healing, I'll forgive how mean you're being," Copia said, crawling between Perpetua's legs and running his tongue between his brother's folds. He lewdly licked Perpetua's swollen clit, taking it carefully into his mouth and sucking. His hands rested on Perpetua's hips, dragging him closer, becoming almost frenzied when his brother's slick flooded his mouth.
Perpetua whimpered and moaned beneath him, squirming, slender fingers tangling in Copia's hair, torn between pushing his face deeper and trying to shove him away.
"Copi… Copi… please, ah…"
Copia growled and pushed his tongue into Perpetua's sensitive hole. He'd been so desperate just moments ago… he could deal with the consequences now. Copia released one of Perpetua's hips and stuffed a finger into his brother's dripping cunt, followed quickly by a second.
"Copi! Not… not now… I… I'm sorry… I'm tired, it hurts…"
Immediately, Copia pulled back, sitting beside Perpetua, who's eyes were brimming with tears.
"I'm sorry…"
"Don't apologize. It's your body, fratello. And everything that happens to it is up to you, hm?"
"Can we… snuggle..?"
"I would love to. Come here." Copia licked his fingers clean and cuddled Perpetua close to his soft chest, arms resting gently around his brother's stomach.
"You're warm…"
"Mhm. Rest, baby."
"G'night…"
"Sleep well. Snack when you wake up?"
"Oh… oh, yeah…"
"Dream up something yummy. I love you."
"Love you more…" Perpetua whispered, drifting off with a soft sigh, relaxing into his brother's tender arms.
I have never noticed this before but the Leather tail suit of Copia's was red inside, which matches his Dracopia bat cloak. (Oh an is it canon that he drinks Red bull now too)
