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Am I the only one thinking about how much Copia regrets moving on stage whenever he feels his old man body hurts in protest the next day?
Definitely not, Anon! In fact you inspired me:
A Mouthful
Papa Emeritus IV x Reader
Warnings: a bit of body worship and some suggestive teasing from Copia because he can't help himself hehe, otherwise this is just a soft moment with him, 600 words, sfw (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)
“Right there, amore! That’s perfetto.”
You bit your lip to hide your laugh at the overly exaggerated groan Copia let out while you kneaded the muscles in his back. He was always a mess after performing, aches and pains quickly settling in after the adrenaline wore off. While he often teased the audience about needing a “violent shower” nowadays he mostly just needed a long soak in a hot bath.
And you, of course.
“You’re good at this, I should keep you around. Give you a job.”
“Oh? And what would my title be?”
Copia turned his head to the side, his white eye catching yours. There was still face paint caught in his wrinkles, you’d have to make sure to get that cleaned up before he fell asleep. You raised an eyebrow when you saw the growing smirk playing at his mouth.
“Eh, non lo so. Maybe something about the sibling in charge of rubbing down Papa?” He grinned when you snorted, now turning his body to the side and capturing your hands. “You don’t like it?”
“I don’t know, Papa. It’s quite the mouthful.” The gleeful look on his face at your words had you shaking your head, trying to contain your own smile at his antics. “Don’t you dar–”
“Well, if it’s a mouthful you want I know just the thing.”
You both erupted in giggles, Copia tugging at your hands to pull you tightly against his body. He groaned when he turned onto his back, an arm around your waist keeping you close to his side.
“Copia, let me finish. You’ll be too sore to move in the morning if you don’t let me finish.”
“Just un memento, amore. A few quiet moments before you work your magic again, bene?”
“Okie dokie, Papa.”
You smiled when he pressed a kiss to your forehead and shimmied a bit so you were more comfortable. This was your ritual with him after his ritual on stage. A hot bath followed by an intense massage of his back and legs. Sometimes it led to other things but it was also nice when it just led to you both cuddling against each other. Copia sighed then and you looked up at him, blushing at the soft smile on his face.
“I’m not sure I’ll be uh…up for anything else tonight. Mi dispiace.”
“Copia, you never need to apologize for that. Okay?” He nodded and you leaned up to give him a soft kiss. “Let’s get you rolled over again so I can finish up.”
He slowly turned over and you grabbed the cream you used on him, rubbing it between your hands until it was warm. You took a few seconds to admire his back, your eyes tracing the freckles and the sporadic bits of hair that Copia refused to believe existed. The blanket had drifted down to the swell of his ass and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, thinking of how good he looked in those tight pants he wore on stage.
“Amore?”
“Oh, sorry, Papa! I got distracted.”
You avoided looking up from his back as you began to rub the muscles again, the bastard would just be smirking at you anyway. As your hands drifted down his spine you let them dip lower, right below the edge of the blanket so you could press them into the flesh it was hiding. Copia let out a very different sounding groan then and lifted his hips to encourage you to press harder. When you obliged he dropped back down, slowly beginning to grind his hips into the bed.
Maybe you’d get a mouthful of your Papa later after all.
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