Can you imagine being with Copia and for some reason you have to go on the skeletour to help manage and see to details, and you two are apart for so long. You call and text but it's not the same.
And then finally FINALLY you get the opportunity to come home to him. You're on the phone with him the whole car ride from the airport and the closer you get the more nervous he sounds and you can't quite get him to say why, your efforts only get you a meek little "you'll see, angelo".
And you see him for the first time since he became Frater and you almost can't believe what you're seeing...
He's chubby. Chunky. Some might even say fat.
It's something you hadn't even thought about. Sure, he had gained a little healthy weight when he became Papa, a byproduct of having the status and money to buy more extravagant and expensive food, but the workout of being on stage and performing had kept him in shape.
But looking at him now, his pudgy tummy and chest, his thick (thicker) thighs and ass that you always thought must have been sent from Satan himself to tempt specifically you, and his full, round face filled with worry for your reaction to "letting himself go" as he'd later call it, well...
You're not sure what he thought your reaction might be but locking his office door and stalking towards him with an almost predatory lust in your eyes must not have been it.
He backs himself up to his desk and audibly gulps when you press yourself against him, feeling all of his delicious curves and groping at the soft squish of any part of his body you could get your hands on.
"Papa you should have told me." You all but moan as you continue to feel him up. "If I'd known you'd look this delicious I'd have skipped lunch."
Copia chuckles, relieved you don't find him repulsive with a few extra pounds.
"If I'd known you'd liked it this much I wouldn't have been so worried to tell you." He says, eyes getting hazy with lust as you start working on the buttons of his suit, still grinding against him like it was the only thing you were here to do.
"Come on Papa," You purr as you slip one hand down the front of his pants to tease his achingly hard cock. "Let me show you how much I've missed you."
You smirk at the low groan that Copia lets out as you kiss him with all the passion you've had to keep to yourself while away.
Copia helps you with the remaining buttons on his suit coat and shirt, quickly discarding them as you kiss your way down his chest and stomach, worshipping every inch of flesh you uncovered, like every fold and stretch mark was a gift sent from below.
When you finally find yourself on your knees you waste no time fishing Copia's cock from his pants, laughing a little to yourself as you realize he wasn't wearing any underwear. Somethings never change.
"Cazzo! Amore mio, please slow down." Copia moans, fisting your hair as you lick up and down his cock, coating it in saliva before taking the head into your mouth and giving it a nice, long, appreciative, suck. Taking it just deep enough that you don't immediately gag. "It's been too long, -Satanas- I won't last."
You relent, pulling off with a satisfying wet pop, before bringing one hand to slowly stroke him while the other cups his balls, giving them a soft teasing squeeze while you gingerly lick up the pre-cum slowly oozing from his tip.
As you look up at him from under the soft curve of his belly, you feel your own arousal start to make a wet patch on your underwear, something Copia will definitely take the time to tease you about later, but you don't care about that now, because right now you need more of the beautiful man standing above you.
Lust clouds your thoughts as you surge forward, taking Copia to the base in one go as you do your best to suppress your gag reflex as you bury your nose in his pubic hair.
You hear Copia gasp as he knees threaten to buckle from the sudden feeling of you swallowing around him.
Copia wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't last long. He grips your head with both hands and pushes you back with a desperate pleading whimper but it's too late.
You keep your mouth open, tongue hanging out as he cums in thick ropes all over your face, smiling as he moans and curses in Italian and Latin.
You're mesmerized by the way Copia's thighs subtly jiggle as they flex and once again you can't stop yourself as you let lust drive your actions.
Copia yelps as you bite his inner thigh, not enough to break skin but he'll definitely have a good bruise in a few minutes.
"Tesoro," Copia chuckles and pants as you kiss your way back up his body just as reverently as before, and when you make your way back to his lips he groans at the taste of himself on your tongue. "I missed you too."
You smile brightly as you guide Copia to lay back on his desk, glad that he finally got a good solid wood one instead of some flimsy Ikea thing.
"I'm not done with you yet." You grin as you straddle him, the feeling of your thighs having to spread so much further than before causing arousal to heat your lower stomach even more. "I hope you cleared your schedule for today Frater Imperator," you said his title with so much need it might as well have been the name of succubus from one of the unholy scriptures. "I'm not letting you go until I've rediscovered every part of you."
I don't know where this came from please forgive me😵💫
