copia. Soft penis in my brain don’t mind me (copia/alena)
E / No explicit sexual acts but nudity descriptions and touching / 18+
“..you see something you like?”
Beneath the stream of warm water, they stood together, Alena’s hands tangled up in her hair as she rinsed it of shampoo. She was , in fact, gawking at him, as she did almost every time they showered together. She just couldn’t help it— what a beautiful man Copia was, every part of him. How fun he was to admire.
“Perhaps.” Her pupils didn’t even budge. To be discreet was unnecessary, neither of them ever were. So there she stared, between his legs.
“Honestly, amore..” he exhaled the type of breath that let her know he was growing flustered, “..you have seen this a thousand times.”
“And?” She laughed, “that hasn’t stopped you.”
“Ha-ha. There is a difference, you know. You are a beautiful woman, not an old man.”
“What a preposterous thing to say.” Alena’s offense was genuine. What was that supposed to mean? He was just as attractive as she was. “Darling, you know I think you’re terribly hot.”
“Ah, well…”
“-and you know how I adore your penis.”
“Alena!” You’d have thought he was a religious woman clutching her pearls. Copia scoffed, turning his body slightly to somewhat conceal her view, causing a disappointed whine to leave his wife.
“Hey…!”
“You can’t just say that,”
“But I do,” she smiled, “..aww, is someone feeling shy?”
“Stop it.”
Alena giggled. Her hair fell down the back of her shoulders when she let go, gently splattering water against the shower wall. Finished with rinsing, she approached Copia from the side, sliding her fingers along his hip.
“..I think it’s cute when it’s flaccid,”
“For Satan’s sake,” the man huffed. He was red as a beet, cocking an eyebrow and pouting his bottom lip. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
One hand traveled tenderly along his stomach, “I just wish you’d see yourself the way I do.”
“I doubt I’ll ever find my dick, ehm… ‘cute’.”
“Your loss,” Alena pressed two kisses to his shoulder. And then she asked, “..May I touch? Please?” And watched him swallow. Ears burning,
“..we’re wasting water in here,”
“Please?”
How could he possibly say no to such a tone? Copia sighed, amused, only on the inside, and gave her a nod of confirmation.
He was warm in her hand. Every bit of him was always warm. To Alena, Frater’s size was perfection: short, with decent thickness , so comfortable to get her hand around, so nice. That was the way she liked it. Light foreskin concealed the entirety of his tip, and the base of him was decorated by grey and brown hairs, also a favorite, which glided now and again across her fingers when she moved.
She did not begin to stroke, as he predicted. Copia should’ve known, no— she held him still, and then began to flop, gently, side to side. To her , this was extremely entertaining. Alena began to laugh.
“I just love you.”
This was not the first time. And yet, he was embarrassed as ever, “..you are just going to keep that up?”
“I am.” And for a few minutes , it held true. But when Alena stopped, she had a curious look on her face. A thoughtful look, and dread grew in Frater’s throat as he suspected why.
“..strange,” she murmured, “you didn’t get hard.”
One hand crept down to conceal himself. “..is it strange?”
“It is just… you usually do. Very easily.”
It was lighthearted teasing . Was it true? Yes, very much. But there was no real concern within Alena, not when she said it, not until her eyes finally found his face again.
“..sweetheart?”
Copia looked genuinely unhappy. Embarrassed, but in a bad way. He stared at the wet shower floor , like he were tracing the patterns of the droplets. Alena tried again,
“Darling, are you okay?”
And his lip wobbled, “..I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“I didn’t want to tell you.”
Her stomach dropped a bit. Something was actually wrong? She’d only meant to tease. She took her husband in a gentle embrace, resting one hand on his back. “Tell me what? Copia,”
“I’ve been…” he sighed, chest falling when the defeat was accepted. “..taking something. In secret. Because I’ve been having… trouble, and I didn’t want to tell you.”
This man. Alena was speechless for a few seconds, caught off guard by the revelation, and the fact that he would keep something like this from her. What did he think would happen if she knew?
Pity filled her, “Sweetheart,” and she let her chin come to rest against his shoulder, “why didn’t you say something..?”
“I-It’s terribly embarrassing, alright..”
“It’s not your fault, silly thing.. there’s nothing to be embarrassed by,”
“Perhaps I’m in denial,” he let out an airy laugh, “..I don’t want to be old enough to need Viagra yet.” And Alena chuckled.
“I understand. But you know you don’t need to keep secrets,”
“I just.. did not want to disappoint you.”
How absurd. “Never, my love. There is nothing shameful in this at all.”
At last, he appeared relieved. She felt his body relax and gently lean into her, like the acceptance of it all was finally weighing.
“You know I appreciate you a lot, Alena.”
Her heart fluttered, “I appreciate you too. And appreciate what you do for me… to me,” grin tugging at her lips, “..what your hips do to me,”
“Are you sure you haven’t taken anything, amore?”
Their laughter echoed within the shower walls. Alena placed a light smack to his backside, allowing her hand to remain there and give his plump flesh a squeeze. He squeaked.
“Is it such a crime to want my husband?”
“Ah.. heh… want is a light word. Isn’t it?”
Lips found his soft, red cheek. A loving peck. “..that it is.”
