PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ABOUT CHUBBY COPIA !!! He’s Frater now so he spends a lot of time sitting and eating. Aether looses his mind when he sees just how plump his amore is. he loves the chub, loves how Copia has to redo his entire wardrobe because things weren’t fitting because his tummy is bigger and his thighs are fatter hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn
CHUBBY COPIA !!! crowds cheer !! the crowd is just several prints of me but I LOVE HIM I'm so soft about them aging together and being sappy and EOUGH
Aether had studied Copia since he had arrived. He was never 'thin', as a cardinal he carried soft puppy fat into adulthood, as papa he had pudgy thighs that made his trousers skin tight much to his delight. But as Frater? Aether could lose his mind at Copia's softness.
The grey hairs at his temple, the soft tummy getting more noticeable since Copia has time to actually eat proper meals, the crows feet that were more visible each time he smiled. Aether can't help how his dick chubs up each time he notices the changes Copia is going through. Even though they've settled into a quieter, more domestic routine compared to their earlier days of being frantic and chaotic with their love and lust they've both mellowed out, being much more gentle with each other.
It's another quiet evening, Aether leaving pasta simmering in sauce, the smell of garlic and herbs floating around Copia's little kitchenette as he watches the human sit on the couch, wearing his comfy red tracksuit, Aether's eyes trace the way Copia's belly presses against the worn fabric of his shirt, the soft curve visible even in the dim light. He watches Copia sigh heavily, tossing whatever new report had plagued him for the day onto the coffee table, Aether taking the moment to pad over, wrapping his bulky arms around Copia from behind, letting his hands linger on Copia's chest and belly. "You work too hard, love but I've got dinner nearly ready. Just pasta and sauce with some roasted veggies," Aether hums, nuzzling into Copia's hair to sniff at his scent.
Copia shifts slightly in Aether's embrace, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he leans back into the firm chest behind him. His hand comes up to rest atop Aether's on his belly, fingers lacing loosely. "Grazie, amore mio. The reports never seem to end, do they? But this… this is nice." He turns his head to press a tired kiss to Aether's cheek before gently disentangling himself to shuffle toward the small dining table. As Aether sets out the plates, Copia notices the generous heap of pasta and veggies on his own plate compared to Aether's modest portion. He raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You're spoiling me again, cucciolo." Despite the protest, he picks up his fork and takes a bite, letting out a low hum of approval. Aether settles across from him, elbows on the table, watching with an unreadable intensity as Copia eats - tracking every chew, the way his fingers curl around the fork, the tiny smile that plays on his lips at the familiar tomato sauce.
Aether can barely contain himself, and when he enters their bedroom only to find Copia lazing in his boxers and stupidly attractive socks with the garters still wrapped around his calves, his reading glasses falling down his nose. Can't stop himself from nearly squashing his human underneath him, hands trailing all over his softened body with a groan. Copia lets out a startled yelp as Aether practically lunges onto him, the book he was reading flying from his hands and landing with a thud on the floor. His glasses are knocked askew, and he blinks up at his husband with wide, confused eyes.
Aether's pupils dilate as he grinds his hips down against Copia's, the fabric of his boxers doing little to hide the growing bulge pressing against Copia's covered cunt. He leans down, hot breath ghosting over Copia's ear, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Fuck, Copia… look at you. All soft and plush from that fancy new title. You're so goddamn beautiful like this, filled out and perfect. I can feel how wet you're getting just from me grinding on you. You like that, don't you?" His hands slide up to cup Copia's cheeks, thumbs tracing the edge of his jaw before trailing down to squeeze his love handles, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest.
Copia lets out a breathy whine, his hips instinctively rolling back against Aether's, matching the rhythm. "Mmph…Aether, I was trying to read…" looking at his discarded book left on the bed, his glasses askew. "But then you had to go and…ah…distract me with that mouth of yours." A shudder runs through him as Aether's hands squeeze his love handles, and he moans, arching his back to press closer. Aether grins against Copia's neck, his hands sliding up to cup Copia's soft belly, fingers tracing the curve with adoration. "Reading? You know I can't resist when you're all cozy and plump, Papa. Every inch of you is divine."
Aether's hands tighten on Copia's sides before he boldly reaches between their bodies, grasping Copia's inner thighs and spreading them just enough to feel the heat of his crotch against his own. "Feeling that?" Aether whines out, biting down on Copia's collarbone as he increases the pace of their dry humping, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Your so damn soft and warm, driving me crazy with these thighs that fit so perfect in my hands. Can't tell me you care more about some silly book than how you have me aching-" Aether growls, watching Copia pant and whimper under him as his boxers become soaked.
Copia's breath hitches, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as Aether's words and movements push him over the edge. His body tenses, a shudder wracking through him as he cums, his boxers clinging wetly to his plush cunt. He whimpers, fingers digging into Aether's shoulders as the friction becomes almost too much. 'Fuck… Aether…' he breathes out, voice shaky and broken, his thighs trembling in Aether's grip even as the Ghoul continues grinding against him, not letting up.
Aether groans low in his throat, feeling Copia's release soak through the thin fabric between them. He doesn't stop, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm as he grinds against his husband's trembling form. "That's it, Copia," he murmurs, voice husky with adoration "So pretty all soaked for me, can see your pretty cunt-" Aether cuts himself off with a low groan, feeling his own orgasm building in his belly. "Fuck, Copia I'm gonna-" Aether makes a guttural growl, his hips stuttering as he spills into his sweatpants, a dark patch blooming at the front. He presses his forehead to Copia's, panting softly.
"...give me a minute, I'll run you a bath Copia," Aether offers, only for his human to pull him down roughly into the bed, already groping his ghoul for round two.
