Mads ✨

Granted he had been very busy preparing for the tour.  Budget meetings, costume fittings, practicing with the ghouls…it all was very time consuming.  You tried your best to keep him on schedule, that was your job after all, but it was easy for little things to slip through the cracks.  A missed lunch with Imperator here, a missed phone call with Saltarian there.  It happens and those were easy to reschedule.  But today was different, today was supposed to be for you and despite writing it on his calendar and setting an alert on his phone Copia still hadn’t told you the words you’ve been waiting for.

He still hadn’t wished you a happy birthday.

You hadn’t been upset when he was already gone from bed that morning, there was an early budget meeting he needed to get to and he hated waking you up if you weren’t needed as well.  Even when your paths had crossed mid-morning without anything more than a kiss on your cheek you were ok.  He had been running late and after leaving a smear of black lipstick on you he’d taken off down the hallway, his robes swishing around his ankles.  Copia and the ghouls had a dress rehearsal from lunch time through most of the afternoon and while you normally would watch today you had your own budget meeting you weren’t able to skip out on.

So after all of that you had tracked him down, finding him with his nose buried in paperwork at his desk.  He was mumbling something in Italian so fiercely under his breath he didn’t even notice when you sat down in one of the chairs across from him.  The growing irritation you had felt through the day was threatening to boil over as you watched him.  You knew he was busy but today was supposed to be special!  Copia was always the best at birthdays!  He always picked out the most thoughtful gifts for you and would spend the day pampering you.  At this point in the day you knew you were going to sound pissy but you couldn’t help it.

“Copia, do you know what today is?”

“Today?”  He didn’t even pause in his writing as he answered.  “I think today is the day I finally murder Terzo so I don’t have to suffer through reading his shit handwriting ever again.”

Normally him insulting his brother would make you laugh but instead you just gritted your teeth before you tried again.

“No, that is not what today is.”

“No?”  He leaned back in his chair, rolling his neck to ease the ache he always got by the end of the day.  “There’s not a Black Mass tonight is there?  I swear Sister will find any excuse under the su–”

“No, Copia.  There’s not a Black Mass.”

“Ah, bene.  Well then I’m not sure wh–oh no.  Dolcezza!”  Copia shoved his chair back and walked quickly around his desk, his hands reaching out for yours.  With an exaggerated groan he dropped to his knees in front of you.  “Mi dispiace.  I can’t believe I forgot what day it is.”

He looked so disappointed in himself you squeezed his hands, your irritation already melting away.

“Copia, It’s ok.  You’ve been so busy, I underst–”

“I know how much you enjoy lasagna day in the cafeteria.”

“What?”

He grinned and dropped a few sloppy kisses into your palms before jumping up and going over to the phone on his desk.

“Lasagna day!  I will call over to them and have some brought to us.  That sounds perfect, no?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”  It took you a moment before you realized you had said that outloud but at this point you didn’t even care.  “That’s what you think today is?!”

“I thought you liked lasagna day!”

“Copia, if you say lasagna day one more time I will burn the abbey to the ground.”

“Ai, ok ok.”  He placed the phone receiver back in its cradle and fidgeted for a moment, seemingly glancing around the room for ideas.  “Can I have a clue?”

With a growl you jumped up from the chair and started stalking towards the door.  Copia called your name and asked you to wait but you ignored him, ripping the door open and practically fleeing towards you and Copia’s quarters.  Papa Emeritus or not, you’d barricade the door so he couldn’t get in.  You’d have a nice, quiet birthday evening with yourself and no one else.  Well, just you and Copia’s rats.  Copia could sleep on the floor of his office for all you cared.  

Your irritation waned as you got closer to home.  You felt bad being so angry at him, especially with everything he had going on, but it stung to have him forget.  To have him be so absorbed in so many different things and lose track of something important to you.  When you got to the door you took a moment after slipping the key in and rested your head against the cool wood.  Maybe you wouldn’t make him sleep in his office tonight, but he definitely needed to make it up to you.  With a sigh you opened the door but after just a few steps inside you froze, your mouth dropping open at the sight before you.

“Oh.”

The main room was awash in the soft glow of dozens of candles.  There was one practically on every available surface.  Any other free space was taken over by flowers, bouquets of every shape and size scattered around the room.  They were your favorite kinds, all delicately tied together with ribbon.  A trail of loose petals led from the door to the coffee table in front of the couch and you slowly made your way over.  In the middle of the table was a small card, your name written on the front in Copia’s delicate handwriting.  With shaking fingers you picked it up, tears already forming in your eyes as you read what he had written down.

“Will you forgive me?”  The sound of his voice startled you and you dropped the note as you spun around.  “Can you forgive an old man like me?”

“You’re not old Copia.”  When he reached a hand out for one of yours you sighed and let him have it, smiling softly when he brought it up to his lips to kiss the back.  “It’s ok.”

“Ach, no.  No, it’s not ok.”  He was shaking his head vigorously, his salt and pepper hair bouncing out of its neat style.  “I remembered while we were practicing ‘Rats’, right in the middle of Dewdrop’s solo.  Made everyone stop while I panicked about it.”

You took a step closer, reaching up to brush some of the hair off his forehead.

“You could’ve called me or sent me a text when you realized.”

“I know I should have but I started thinking of how I could make it up to you and well,”  He waved a hand around the room.  “We ended practice early and the ghouls set all this up.  I thought it would be a nice surprise but I shouldn’t have waited until the end of the day to show you.”

“It is a nice surprise, Copia.  It’s beautiful.”  You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.  “Grazie, Papa.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“Oh, I suppose so.”  You stepped closer again so you were pressed against his chest, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his robes.  “You’ll have to make it up to me though.”

“Will I?  What will it take?”  He shrugged off his robe and let it fall to the ground.  You made sure to kick it further away from the nearest candles.  Despite your threat earlier you didn’t actually want to burn the abbey down.  Copia was left in his favorite pants with just his frilly sleeved shirt and vest on.  “How can I make it up to you?”

“A kiss.  To start with.”

“Un bacio?”  He slipped his arms around your waist and leaned in to brush his lips against yours.  It was so soft and sweet you just wanted to melt against him.  He hummed as he pulled away, reaching up to sweep a thumb across your bottom lip.  “That’s a small price to pay.”

“I said to start with, Copia.”

“Ah, silly me.  Should have known you’d demand more.”  

He leaned in again and you met him half way, the kiss this time far less sweet.  His mouth was demanding, his tongue soon pressing between your lips and flicking against your own.  A deep groan echoed in his chest when you nipped at his tongue and he quickly pushed one of his hands into your hair to angle your head better.  His other hand slid down your back and grabbed your ass, his fingers flexing against you through your habit.  It wasn’t long before you had to break away, gasping for air and trembling against him.

“Copia.  Copia, please.”

"Sì, dolcezza?  What does my birthday girl want?”  

“You.  I want you.  I need you, Copia.  Please.”

Your only answer was another fierce kiss, but it was all the answer you needed.  He started to walk you back towards the bedroom, his hands steady on your hips to keep you from tripping.  When the back of your knees hit the bed you sat down, your breath shuddering out of you when he dropped to his knees before you.

“You deserve to be worshiped, dolcezza.  Not just on this day, but every day for the rest of your life.”  He gently slipped your shoes off, setting them to the side before gripping one of your stocking covered feet and beginning to massage the bottom with his thumbs.  His eyes trailed up your body, from your toes to your face and he gave you one of his dirty grins before speaking again.  “Will you let me worship you?”

“Whatever you want, Copia.”

“I want you.  Always.”  He slid his hands from your feet up your legs, only stopping when he reached the top of your stockings.  Copia ran his fingers along the sensitive skin there before tugging them down.  He dropped kisses along your skin as it was exposed, leaving black lipstick marks on your thighs, your knees and all the way down to the top of your feet.  When he set the stockings aside he caught your eyes again, the grin coming back when he noticed how heavily you were breathing.  “Beautiful, you are so beautiful covered in my kisses.”

Copia stood up then, his hands going to his vest to work on getting it off.  When he was finished and it was on the floor you reached up to help him with his shirt.  Desire making both of your hands a little shaky but when it was finally undone it joined everything else on the floor and your hands were on Copia’s chest, your fingers tangling in his chest hair and your mouth leaving your own kiss marks on his belly and sides.  You kept going until his hand tangled in your hair and he tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

“Is this ok?”  

He smiled, nodding softly before leaning down to capture your lips with his for a moment.

“It is more than ok, dolcezza.  But I think tonight should be about you, eh?”

Well, you weren’t going to argue with him.  You smirked and grabbed the hem of your habit, yanking it up and over your head in one quick movement.  It had barely hit the floor before he had you scooting back on the bed so he could crawl on after you.  He planted his knees between your legs and dropped down to kiss along the inside of one of your thighs.  Copia held your other thigh, massaging your flesh as his kisses got closer and closer to your cunt.  

Your panties were already soaked and Copia groaned when he was close enough to smell how aroused you were.  He ran a finger up and down the wet fabric, applying more and more pressure on each pass.  When his finger pressed against your entrance you cried out, hooking a leg around his waist to try to get him closer.

“Copia!  Please.”

“Easy now, your Papa will take care of you.”

You let your leg fall away and he scooted down so his face hovered over your cunt.  His hot breath fanned across your damp skin and you began to tremble even more than you had been.  He placed a hand back on your thigh, his eyes watching as he ran it up and down your skin.  His fingers digging into your flesh periodically.  When his hand finally got close to your cunt again he pushed your panties out of the way and pressed his thumb between your lips, rubbing it right over your wet entrance.

“Fuck.”

“Not yet, dolcezza, but soon.”  

His eyes didn’t leave your cunt as he continued to rub his thumb back and forth.  Your entrance started to spasm, your body desperate for him to be inside of you.  He groaned at the sight, hooking his thumb right at the rim and then pressing his mouth in.  As his tongue flicked and swirled over you it felt like stars were bursting in your vision.  Copia pressed closer, his tongue going as far as it could inside of you while his nose rubbed against your clit.

When your legs began to shake he moved his mouth away and ran his tongue up to your clit.  He sucked it between his lips while two of his fingers pushed inside of you.  They pumped back and forth, keeping a steady pace while he teased your clit with his tongue and teeth.  It was starting to feel like something was going to explode inside of you, the pleasure building up to such a great height you didn’t have the strength to keep your eyes open.  It wasn’t until he growled your name out that you were able to look down again, your eyes meeting his over your trembling body.

“Watch me, dolcezza.”  

You obeyed, your mouth falling open as he lowered his to your flesh again.  The noises he was making as he tasted you were loud in the room.  Deep moans as he continued to fuck you with his fingers and lick up the moisure you were creating.  As his fingers stroked across your inner walls you felt your peak hit you and with a wail you fell over the edge, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure ran over you.  You had no idea how much time had passed when you finally came back to yourself, your eyes slowly blinking open to find Copia watching you, his mouth pressed against your belly.

He gave you a quick smile before pressing more kisses across your skin.  His lipstick was mostly gone, but you could feel the moisture from your cunt being rubbed across your stomach.  Copia moved to the side, teasing his teeth across whatever skin he could reach.  You couldn’t help but let out a giggle when he was over your rib cage, the sensitive skin there jumping under his attention.  The days worth of stubble wasn’t helping either and you hissed when he deliberately rubbed his cheek against your skin.

“Hey, quit that.”

Copia snorted, sitting up a bit and letting his eyes drag over your body.  

“Bellissima.  My beautiful birthday girl.”

You smirked, sitting up a bit yourself and placing your hands on the ties of his pants.

“That’s right Papa, I'm the birthday girl and I think I’m ready for my gift now.”

“The candles and flowers weren’t enough?”

He groaned, his head falling back when you freed his cock.  It was hard and leaking at the tip, jumping in your hand when you began to stroke it.  

“I think I deserve a little something extra.”

Copia laughed and quickly moved to sit on the side of the bed so he could maneuver his pants off.  He was back over you in an instant when he was finally free and he went to work on your bra, his hands eagerly cupping your breasts when they were uncovered.  You bit your lip when his thumbs rubbed across your nipples, the pleasure starting to build up in your body again.

“Is this enough, dolcezza?”  

You couldn’t keep your moan in but you shook your head, covering his hands with your own.

“Fuck me.”

“Oh, you need my cock, do you?”  You nodded frantically, gasping when he let go of your breasts and sat up between your legs.  He took his cock in hand and ran it up and down your cunt, smiling each time it caught at your entrance.  “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, please Copia.”

You both groaned when he pressed inside, your body stretching around his thick flesh.  He hooked an arm under one of your thighs and pressed it up so he could get as deep as he could.  Copia ground his hips against yours and you began to pant, desperate for him to start fucking you.  He seemed to sense your desperation because he began to slowly pull out before quickly thrusting back in, a quick movement that punched the air out of your lungs.

“That’s it, dolcezza.  Take it, take me.”

It wasn’t long before his movements became frantic, his thrusts becoming rough and jarring.  You would definitely be feeling it in the morning but it was worth it to watch your Papa lose control.  To watch him lose control because of you.  It was always good, so good to be with him like this.  For him to have all his attention on you, for him to kiss and touch every part of you he could reach.  You used to be so self conscious but after hearing the things he’d whisper into your skin you began to believe him, you started to feel as beautiful as he claimed you to be.

“Oh, Copia!  I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Bene, I want you to come for me.  I want to feel you come apart on my cock.”  

It didn’t take much longer before you reached your peak again and you felt his cock kick inside of you, filling you with his release.  With a groan he collapsed over you, careful as always not to jar you too much.  He adjusted both of your bodies enough so that he could cradle you against him, his cock still inside of you.  You laid your head over his chest, listening as his racing heart slowed down just like yours was.

The room was quiet without the moans or heavy breathing and you soon heard him humming something softly against your hair.  It took you a moment before you realized what it was and you lifted your head to smile at him.

“Buon compleanno, dolcezza.”  

You leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of yourself on his lips.  When you pulled away he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye and you couldn’t help but narrow your own, suspicious as to what was causing it.

“What is it?”

“Happy birthday and,”  Copia leaned in and gave you another sweet kiss.  “Happy lasagna day.”