#circopia

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"Can I do anything to help?" Cirrus asked, scooching closer to Copia where he sat on the couch, sinking heavily into the cushions.

"Eh...um...no. I don't think so," he mumbled. His hands fidgeted where they rested on the wide swell of his belly, and he was doing his best not to make eye contact. Cirrus could see him chewing on the inside of his lip.

"Really, hun?" 

A clawed hand gently smoothed over his thigh - he had started bouncing his leg a bit, and it always hurt to see his anxiety manifesting so. She much preferred to see him stomping his leg to music...but that was over now. He was Frater Imperator, and it had been some time since he'd been on stage. 

Her tail curled past her leg to then twist gently around his ankle. 

"I know something is bothering you," she ventured. Scooching again, turning herself a bit so she was facing him fully. "I've been back from tour for a while now and I know you're having some feelings about me heading out again. It's not for as long, but...I know."

Copia breathed deeply and clenched his hands, gloves creaking. He moved as if to sit up, grunted, and then sat back again. His cheeks were pink.

"I...I am...feeling many things," he began. "I...well, you know how I feel about my...job, now." 

He gestured to the unfinished office, his "desk" covered in merch and plushies. Cirrus nodded and petted his leg more.

"You know I've been feeling, eh, disconnected. From pretty much everything. Everyone." He glanced at her face, then quickly looked away. "I miss my Ghouls. I know you all have lots of fun times away from the Ministry, and I...miss that. But with my work and my...my pain flares...well. I'm not the exciting Papa I used to be."

"Aw, Cardi." 

Copia sighed and finally folded his hands on his belly. He was no longer fidgeting.

"You and Aether visit me a lot. I'm very grateful. But I, ehm...I can't help but feel I've become boring and stale. I suppose I...worry that the next time you come back from a cool trip, you may not come back to me, after all the fun. I'm trying to enjoy this while it lasts...."

Cirrus had been quiet, allowing her lover to speak and watching the slow rise and fall of his belly as he breathed. She was grateful he had been looking down at his hands as he spoke, so he couldn't see the pain in her gaze.

"Babe...I...," she started. Took a deep breath, squeezed his thigh. "I understand. But you know I would never abandon you. And neither would the others. Not for all the crazy parties, drugs, or orgies in the world."

Copia sniffed, sneaking a glance up. His eyes were wet.

"And we could never find you stale or boring. How could we?"

Slowly, Cirrus's hand smoothed over Copia's thigh and made its way towards where his belly rested atop. Always mindful of her claws, she  dug her fingertips into the generous meat of his thigh, before slipping it below the soft roll of under belly. He was wearing his favorite red tracksuit and VVLGAR t shirt (though both in a much larger size than before). He shivered as a claw drew across the strip of belly peeking from beneath the shirt hem. 

Leaning forward, she nuzzled Copia's warm cheek as her other hand reached for his hair. Her fingers carded gently, and she pressed a soft kiss at his soft jaw. Tongue peeking out, she nibbled.

"I...I'm...it doesn't bother you that I'm not as active as I used to be? S-sexually, I mean," he stumbled out. "I can't do as much of the exciting stuff and I feel like I do nothing-"

He huffed out a grunt as Cirrus sucked at his jaw, one hand still gentle in his hair but the other becoming more rough in the way it gripped his lower belly, fingers acting as calipers. She gave him a wobble and smirked against his skin as the fat along the rest of his body wobbled in tandem.

"You are so far from boring, caro mio," she breathed. "You know how I feel about your weight, your size. It's actually ridiculous how hot it is for you to sit back and do nothing, just letting me take care of you."

Copia whimpered as her hand, roughly padded and soft with short fur, slipped beneath the tight fitting shirt. Her thumb found its way into his belly button, pulling a yelp from Copia as she pushed in.

"I love you, C, so much. I like partying and having fun with the others, but you're the one. I'll always come back to you."

Copia couldn't help but pant as she began to push and pull her thumb in his navel, slowly fucking him with it. It always thrilled her, to watch him throw his head back as her hands went to work. No longer in his hair, she used her other to slip further up beneath his shirt to roll a hard nipple between her fingers.

At his size, there was plenty for her to busy herself with. Soft rolls of fat on his sides, pecs that filled her hands like breasts, the fat pad in his pants....

Yes, his fat pad was a personal favorite. After gently abusing his nipple, she decided that she needed to get into those pants.

Copia was sweating profusely already, mussed hair damp against his neck and some beads running through the black paint around his eyes. 

"Cazzo," he huffed. Unsure what to do with his hands, one thrown back along the couch, the other spread over the side of his belly as it heaved with every gasp.

"You really think we could find you boring?" 

It was a task, pulling his underwear down and away, with his fat thighs taking up space. But once that was done he was a sight, cock hard and leaking but practically buried in his shaved fat pad.

"Everything about you drives me wild, babe."

To grip his cock, she had to sink her fist into the fat, and they both moaned - she couldn't help it, as the soft warmth enveloped her, the slight prickle of hair growth. She was practically drooling, and her own cunt pulsed between her legs.

Some twists and thumbing over his slit, and Copia was bucking his hips. His fingertips dug into his belly, mouth gaping. He gasped for breath, gulping and licking his lips. 

"I...I...aaah!"

And, back to his nipple. Yanking his shirt up to reveal the full expanse of his belly (old and new stretch marks littered all around), she leaned down and latched onto the previously abused nipple. Copia nearly wailed, and it was his turn to grasp at Cirrus's hair, a horn, whatever he could get with his eyes squeezed shut.

She hummed and sucked, still slowly jerking his cock. Now and again she dug her claws into his fat pad, or let him go to wobble his gut before going right back to it.

"Never boring." Her words were muffled against his chest, but clear enough. 

"C-Cirrus, I -"

A graze of teeth on his nipple carried him over the edge, cum pulsing out of his cock and into her cupped hand. No doubt some of it dripped to the couch or carpet, but that didn't matter. His brain was short circuiting its way through his orgasm as Cirrus continued to lave her rough tongue over his areola. 

Moaning weakly, the hand that had been gripping her hair began to slip and rested on her shoulder. Eyes still closed, Copia swallowed thickly, but only wheezed dramatically.

"Never boring," Cirrus murmured, straightening enough to press chaste kisses along his soft double chin and then his cheek. With kitten licks she lapped up the trails of sweat along his hairline. 

Sitting up fully, she leaned back and brought the hand covered in his spend up to her lips. Dragging her tongue over her palm, she hummed. He didn't see, eyes still closed and body relaxing in bliss. 

Gently tugging down the t shirt, she patted his belly.