Come Together As One...

You can't quite get comfortable. The painkillers and hot water bottle nestled under your shirt are helping a little, but the dull ache and an occasional twinge keeps you awake, frustrated and constantly shifting under the covers.

You whisper an apology as Copia rolls over, squinting in the dark to check on you but he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. His hand slides over the small of your back and begins to rub in circles, gradually applying pressure until he hears a muffled groan of relief.

He kisses your hairline, unbothered by the gathering sweat there, pressing his lips to it over and over again. Your legs entangle with his and you find yourself melting into his embrace, despite how hot and gross you feel. Continuing to knead into your back and hips in an attempt to massage the deep muscles into submission, he asks what you need and where. But he knows, and all you ask for is more, harder and yes, just like that.

He also knows that a back rub is also only the first step and, when he gently rolls you over and snuggles up to your back, you smile as his hands reach around to cradle your stomach and focus their attention there. However, as his hips press up against you, there is something else which sways yours.

"Sorry," he mumbles as you chuckle. "You make those noises and say those things, it… he cannot really tell the difference."

This only makes you laugh harder, which really doesn't help matters. Neither does his fingers digging into the flesh under your stomach just where your muscles are twinging hardest. You moan in relief and Copia nuzzles into your neck as he tries to lock his hips in place, but you can't stop wriggling. Not on purpose, at first. But suddenly, after a full evening of not wanting anyone near you, the combination of his soothing touch, his breath hot and heavy in your ear and his cock pressed hard up against your ass releases a rush of hormones that takes over any other thought.

A bit slow to catch on, Copia restrains himself until he feels you pulling his hand between your legs. You push yourself into his palm and the heat alone, even through two layers of clothing, makes him weak.

"You sure? You said you didn't want to earlier."

You huff out a whiny breath. "Changed my mind. Please."

You don't need tell him twice. Although he does start slowly, not entirely sure how effective working over your pyjama pants will be, he quickly realises how sensitive you are and how best to use that to his advantage. He really doesn't need to do much. Your hand stays over his to keep it in place and you rub yourself against his fingers.

"Mmm, whatever you need," he purrs into your ear, voice still gravelly from sleep. "Papa's got you."

You moan and press him down harder, winding your hips until you feel impossibly wet and needy. He feels your pace falter into light shudders in his arms and immediately knows to take the lead. His hand curves down and he circles his palm, the heel of it massaging you enough to elicit a steady throb.

"Talk," you gasp. "Just keep doing that and talk to me. Don't stop."

There isn't much Copia loves more than you writhing under his touch, feeling you become more and more desperate for him. Also a huge fan of clear communication and instruction, he can't help but rut against you as he starts to strain against his boxers, hissing as they chafe where he is most sensitive.

"Use me. However you want. It's what I'm here for."

You reach back to pull him closer, finding the side of his neck and letting him feel the sting of fingernails clinging to him. He gives you exactly what you ask for: a steady flow of babbling encouragement only broken by groans, low and hungry, and almost smug confirmations that he knows exactly how good he's making you feel.

Just as he begins to struggle to continue speaking, your mewling becomes too loud for you to hear him anyway and he puts his mouth to better use. It nibbles at your ear before sliding down your neck and lazily kisses across your shoulder. When his hips buck forward with a grunt, the sound travels through you like a jolt of electricity and you're filled with more energy than you've felt for days; more than enough to roll over and sling your leg over his hip, diving into a messy, breath-stealing kiss.

Coming up for air, you remain nose to nose, now angled perfectly to roll yourself over his bulge. It's not pretty, or even comfortable, but it might be the hottest thing Copia has ever seen. He moans directly into your mouth, his own arousal now seeping through his underwear, which you mirror as your hand twists in his hair.

You drag him on top of you and before he can ask what you need from him, your legs wrap around his waist hard enough to crush you both together and for him to struggle to move. But he manages, with your help and insistence, to find a way. When he can't tell the difference between a moan of pleasure and pain, he tries to ask again but is left speechless as you grind up into him.

Still caged in by your thighs and at the mercy of your hand pulling his hair, he bears down and gives you everything you need. His hips thrust and circle and curve over you until all you feel is burning friction and a fire in your core. With one last cry, you arch into him with your eyes screwed shut, bending with the wave of pleasure rushing through you. He slows down but doesn't stop rocking into you until your last shiver and you're looking up at him, face painted with bliss, and satiated.

He exhales shakily and you recognise his expression. Relief, but the not the kind he deserves. Just as he begins to convince himself that he's grateful not to have to find more underwear, you reach down to stroke over the damp material.

"You don't ha-HAVE t-to," he splutters, but his body betrays him, leaning into the gentle touch.

His mouth opens wide as you find a comfortable grip and slide over the outline of his cock, gradually growing in confidence with a mischievous grin as his shuddering shakes the bed. You palm over his tip a few times and then drag your fingers down to cradle him, with the lightest squeeze which makes him buck forward. Biting your lip, you nod and he allows himself to continue.

It doesn't take long for him to speed up and start to whimper as he feels his insides contract. His whole body stutters and his voice cracks with an extended sigh after a final jerk forward into your hand, spilling over the edge. With his arms starting to struggle with his own weight, he lowers himself carefully to press his temple to yours, and then eases down to lie on your chest.

The only sounds for a while are heavy breaths and the odd squeak of mattress springs. You still feel the occasional cramp but, even if it is just for few minutes, there are other feelings which pull your focus. You become acutely aware of your breathing slowing and your eyelids feeling heavier, and you decide not to fight it. But, just before you can drift off, you feel Copia's lips on your cheek and then are fully awakened by him rolling off you.

He lies on his side, admiring you with his familiar lovesick stare that always make you melt. You return it, and he brings your wrist to his lips for a quick peck before placing your hand over his heart. You both know neither of you need to say anything.

However, as the realisation that you need to get out of bed to clean yourself up, you groan and he knows exactly why. He shuffles in closer.

"I know it is the middle of the night but… shower?" You pout, but you know you should. You really don't want to move. Again, he knows what you're thinking. "I will carry you in there myself if you need me to. Throw you over my shoulder."

You crack a smile and giggle as he drags you out of bed.