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[cowboyemeritus]

Chit-Chat (Papa IV/Cirrus/Reader)

Small talk around the breakfast table. (18+)

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“Oh hey, girl.”

Copia immediately flushes. He’s glad he has his paints on; otherwise, it would be pretty clear to everyone in the dining hall what’s happening.

“Hey, girl,” you say, looking up at Cirrus as she sets her plate at the table and sits down. “Sleep okay?” The air ghoul chuckles softly.

“Like a baby.” She starts spreading butter on a piece of toast, a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “What about you two?” It’s like she knew to wait until Copia took a sip of his coffee to say it, reveling in how he coughs and sputters in response.

You pat his back as he catches his breath. “Papa slept pretty soundly. Poor thing was just so tired.” Cirrus hums in agreement.

“Long day yesterday?” She asks, giving you a knowing look.

“Oh yeah.” You run your fingers through the hair at the base of Copia’s neck. The gesture is meant to be soothing, he knows, but it makes a shiver run down his spine and warmth pool in his gut with the image it calls to mind. You had done the exact same thing the night previous, but under a very different pretense.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, pressing your lips to Copia’s pulse point. He shudders, hips bucking. Beneath him, Cirrus moans deliciously.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” she gasps, clawed fingers tangling in her silvery hair. Her tail slaps impatiently against the bed when Copia remains motionless.

“It’s nothing,” he says. Testing the waters, he thrusts his hips forward and immediately regrets it. He’s entirely too close to his orgasm already. The taste of the air ghoul, like fresh-fallen snow and ozone, still lingers on his tongue, and he groans quietly at the memory of your pussy fluttering around him only a few minutes prior. At least he had made oneofyou cum tonight.

“Are you scared to fuck her like you fuck me?” Copia shakes his head. This had been your idea, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited by the prospect of having his Prime Mover and one of his ghouls at the same time, of proving himself to the both of you.

It hasn’t been going the way he thought it would.

But the show must go on. Slowly, he begins to pump into Cirrus. He lets out a breath through gritted teeth as the coil in his gut tightens, and he has to stop once more lest he fall over the edge. The ghoul whines. From behind, Copia hears you chuckle.

“I think I know what the problem is,” you coo, reaching an arm around to grab Copia’s chin. You turn his head so that you’re eye-to-eye with, foreheads just barely touching. “Bite off a bit more than you could chew, huh?” Cheeks burning with embarrassment, he’s trying to come up with a witty retort when Cirrus grinds her hips into him. With a pathetically stifled moan, Copia has to pull out entirely, gripping the base of his cock to keep his climax at bay.

“Amore,” he pants. “I-“ You shush him before he can finish.

“It’s okay, baby.” Copia can’t help but flush deeper as you plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. The hand gripping his face begins to travel downwards, tickling as it brushes across his skin. After a painfully long descent, it joins the one around his shaft. “Let me.” He nods and lets go, your fingers replacing his in a tight hold. Behind him, your hips bump against his ass, guiding him forward so that he’s lined up with Cirrus’ cunt. You push a little more, and his tip slides inside.

“We’ll take it nice and easy,” you whisper, kissing his cheek again. “Just follow my lead.” Slowly, you grind into him, the momentum easing more of his length inside Cirrus. She’s now propped up on her forearms, watching the display before her. The ghoul makes a pleased noise, almost a trill, once Copia is seated to the hilt. Still gripping his shaft, your other hand comes to rest on his lower back, nudging him forward at a steady pace. Cirrus flops back down on the bed, clearly wanting more.

“Touch her for me, baby. Let’s make her feel good.” Not wanting to disappoint, Copia complies, drawing his thumb in circles around Cirrus’ clit. She responds to the stimulation immediately, back arching off the mattress and her tail winding around Copia’s forearm.

“Fuck, Papa,” she groans. In the back of his mind, Copia knows you’re the one really doing the fucking here, but the sound of the ghoul — his ghoul — crying out in pleasure stokes the fire inside him. Feeling somewhat emboldened, Copia starts thrusting into Cirrus harder, his fingers working her sensitive bud a little faster.

“That’s it, love,” you coo. Although you keep gripping his cock, the guiding hand on his back begins to wander up his spine. Leaning forward, you kiss the corner of Copia’s mouth, and he turns his head to give you better access. Your fingers wind into his hair, and he can’t help but hum into your mouth approvingly as you lightly scratch at his scalp.

“I’m so close,” Cirrus gasps. “Oh, fuck, please.” You chuckle softly, breaking away from the kiss.

“Give it to her, Papa.” That’s all the encouragement either of them need. It only takes a few more pumps before Cirrus falls over the edge, gripping the sheets and spasming around Copia wildly. You let go of him then, and he’s immediately launched towards his climax, made all the more sweet by the embarrassment that still simmers in his chest. He’s about to reach his peak when your hands suddenly fly to his hips, pulling him back. His cock slips out, and he’s about to protest when you grip him yet again. 

Before he can even register what’s happened, you start stroking him vigorously. It’s not long before Copia finally cums, moaning through gritted teeth. Hot seed spills over your knuckles and streaks across Cirrus’ abdomen. After catching her breath, the ghoul gathers some of it on a finger, bringing it to her mouth before-

“Well, I’m not surprised,” she says, licking a bit of the extra butter off her knife. “Trying to please everyone all the time must be exhausting.” You grin at each other, your hand traveling to Copia’s shoulder. You give it a squeeze, and with a start, he emerges from his trance, cheeks burning and pants straining.

“Falling asleep already, Papa?” Aether asks from the seat next to him. If he’s privy to the subtext of the conversation or not, Copia can’t tell. He prays not, but the ghouls have ways of communicating with each other that he doesn’t entirely understand.

“Ah, no,” he stammers, reaching for his coffee once again. “I was just… Lost in thought.” He takes a long sip, relishing in the grounding, earthy flavor. To his relief, the fog begins to clear from his mind.

“Either way,” you interject. “We should try and get you to bed early again. We can’t have our Papa collapsing from exhaustion.” Cirrus nods, her shoulders shaking with held-back laughter. Seeing this, Dew raises an eyebrow, but chooses to say nothing. Instead, he shoots you and Cirrus a look. The tips of his fangs gleam in the morning light as his lips quirk up into a slight grin. Cirrus smiles too, humming as she does a quick survey of the table. Seven pairs of fiendish eyes, all glimmering with anticipation, meet hers. She looks to you again, and Copia’s stomach drops.

“You’re in luck,” she says. “I know a few ghouls who would be more than happy to help enforce that.”