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Copia is waiting backstage for the opening bands to finish performing. He nervously cracks his knuckles and rocks a bit back and forth on his heels. Waiting to go on stage is always the worst part about performing for him.
Once he finally gets out there he's able to get into his Papa persona but being stuck waiting, anticipating what's to come or what could go wrong makes his stomach turn. He was so distracted he didn't even notice you approaching him.
"Copia?" you place a hand on his shoulder snapping him from his thoughts.
"Oh hello, tesoro," Copia says nervously. You take a hold of his hand, sensing his nerves.
"Is everything alright?" you ask. Worry glosses over his eyes.
"I'm fine, amore it's ok. Why don't you go watch the show, si?" Copia says softly. You rub your thumb against the side of his hand trying to figure out how to make him feel better.
"Come on, let's go on a walk to clear your head," you say. Copia anxiously looks between you and the crowd. You squeeze his hand a small bit. "I promise we'll be back in time," you add. Copia gives you a nod before the two of you walk backstage through the venue.
You find a narrow empty hallway. The lighting is dull and the atmosphere is dingy but it's quieter than out there and you are the only people in sight. You halt your pace.
"It's just us now, it's ok," you brush the hair back out of his face. "What's on your mind?" you ask.
"Before every performance it always feels like it's the first time going out there," he says looking down at his hands. "No one ever told me those nerves never go away," he continues.
You think for a moment trying to figure out how you can help. You engulf his hands with yours and bring them to your mouth, placing a gentle kiss on them. You rub his hand for a moment, drawing small circles with your thumb.
He hums and moves his hands from yours and places them around your waist. He holds you close against him, trying to savor the time he has with you before having to face his fears. He buries his face in the side of your neck and gently kisses your skin.
An idea suddenly hits you and a small smile ghosts your lips at the thought. You move your head to look at his face.
"I think I know a way to help," you say. Copia cocks his head to the side, unsure of what's to come. "I know you're capable of going out there and giving one hell of a show, you just need to be reminded," your hand trails down his stomach and towards his belt.
"I don't know if this is a good idea, what if we're caught?" Copia asks, looking at you with wide eyes. Your hand stays resting on his belt. Copia shivers beneath your touch. He looks down with wide eyes.
"We'll just have to keep it down, right?" you say. Copia doesn't move. His eyes are locked against yours. "But I'm sure no one would hear us over the crowd anyway," you smirk. Copia gives you a small nod.
You open his pants and take his length out. He's already half hard in your hands and you give him a few strokes. He leans his head back in satisfaction as a small moan escapes his mouth.
You look up at him and his eyes find yours. Your thumb rubs against his tip, spreading his precum. He squirms against your touch and you move down to your knees.
You take him in your mouth, slowly. Swirling your tongue around his tip. He gently places his hands in your hair, stroking it back out of your face.
You take more and more of him down your throat. Copia whimpers at the sensation, trying his best to not be too loud. He leans his head back against the wall. You grab onto his thighs, kneading his soft skin through his clothes.
He gently bucks his hips deeper into you. You moan against his length, slowly sucking and teasing him. Copia feels himself melting away, only focusing on you and the sweet sensations you draw from him. Heat builds in him as you continue working up and down his base.
The two of you hear the crowd begin growing rowdy, wondering where their Papa is. Copia feels himself twist more. He moves his hips gently against you again.
He moans again now not caring whether or not he's being loud or not. He thrusts into you again, now keeping a steady pace as he holds you in place against him.
He feels himself growing closer. Your nails dig deeper into his legs. You look up at him with wide eyes and he looks down back at you.
Seeing you worshiping him like this is enough to push him over the edge with another thrust. Copia holds you in place as he comes down your throat. You swallow every drop of him before he slowly helps you up.
"Now, you go out there and give the crowd what they want," you start. "and when you're done I'll let you do whatever you want to me," you say with a smile. You kiss him on the lips, the combined taste of you and his come left in your mouth draws a groan from Copia. His eyes are now eager and hungry.
"Anything to be back inside you," he says. He gives you another passionate kiss before turning away and rushing back towards the stage. You follow behind him. Pleased by his new spirit as you watch him perform.
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The crowd roars with delight as Copia sings his last note and says his goodbyes to the audience.
He rushes backstage and pushes through the crowd of people as he scans his surroundings for you. He can feel his length, already hard pressing tightly against his pants. He felt restricted all night. The whole time he was performing he was thinking of you and all the things he wants to do to you after.
He finally spots you in the crowd, his eyes find yours and he can feel his length twitch. He pushes past the sea of people and takes your hand.
"I didn't forget what you said," Copia says. He leads you around the building until he finds that hallway you two were in before the show.
He grabs onto you, pulling you into a hungry kiss. He holds you tight against him. Hands resting on the small of your back, burning against your skin.
You can feel his hardened length press up against you. Yearning for your touch. You rest your hand on the side of his face. Small beads of sweat run down the side of his head, his exhaustion from the performance showing. You lean up to him and lick his temple. The taste of him pressing against your tongue. He groans at the sensation.
"I was thinking about you," Copia starts and pushes his gloved hand against your lips. "and that mouth of yours all night," he goes on and pushes his thumb into your mouth.
You lightly suck on his hand. His lust filled eyes never leaving yours.
"Get on your knees," he commands. You take his hand out of your mouth and get down.
He moves your hand to his bulge, guiding you to palm him a few times. He groans at the contact and you maneuver your hand to lower his pants enough to free his length. You stroke his cock a few times. He groans impatiently, bucking his hips towards you.
You take him in your mouth once again. He grips on tightly to your hair, swiftly shoving more of his length down your throat. Your hands squeeze his sides.
"Cazzo, you feel so good," He moans. He holds his cock at the back of your throat for a moment. Enjoying the feeling of you taking so much of him. He feels the heat of lust take over as he begins to repeatedly thrust into you, hitting the back of your throat making you nearly gag on his length.
He grunts softly, looking down at you.
"You like that don't you?" He pulls on your hair drawing out a moan from you against his cock. "Tu piccolo puttana," he growls with a laugh.
Your core aches needing to feel him inside of you. You move one of your hands from his thighs to inside your pants, fingertips ghosting your entrance.
You swirl your tongue around his length as he continues to keep his powerful and fast pace. Channeling his post concert adrenaline into every snap of his hips.
Your insides twist in desire for him as you move your thumb to give attention to your clit. Copia tugs on your hair a bit, making you look up at him with his cock still inside you. His mouth is slightly open and eyes locked on yours. His pace slows down a bit so he can manage his words out.
"You pretty little thing," Copia breathes out. "You like getting your mouth fucked that much?" he remarks, watching your hand pleasure yourself. You moan against his cock in agreement.
He pulls your mouth off of him. A trail of saliva drips down your chin as he pulls you off of his length. He wipes it with his thumb, giving you a small laugh in the process.
He helps bring you to your feet and shoves you against the wall earning a squeal of excitement from you. He helps move your legs to wrap around his waist and positions you so your entrance is exposed to him.
Copia moves his gloved hand to your entrance and curls his fingers inside you. You moan at the sensation.
"You're so beautiful," he says as he moves his fingers. You dig your nails into the back of his neck, begging for more of him. He moves his hand out of you and lines his length up against your entrance.
Rubbing his tip against you a few times before slamming himself into you, still possessing that energy and adrenaline from the concert.
He moves one of his hands behind your head, keeping you from hitting yourself against the wall. He continues his powerful pace as he moves his mouth to the side of your neck, biting down on your soft skin.
Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan his name. You're overwhelmed by the constant movement and touch he gives you. You hold onto him close and tight, gripping onto him for support as he roughly moves himself inside you.
A mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. He grunts with every aggressive thrust and moves his eyes back up to you. He watches as you whimper and fall apart from him.
He can feel himself coming closer. He quickens his pace, desperate to reach his peak. His mouth finds yours and he slips his tongue inside. He tastes every part of you and with another snap of his hips he hits his peak.
He moans in your mouth as he comes inside you but doesn't let up his powerful thrusts. He bites your lips as he pulls his mouth away from yours. You feel yourself hit your own orgasm.
The two of you ride out your high as his thrusts become slower and slower until he just holds himself inside you.
He doesn't dare pull away from you, enjoying the feeling of filling you up so perfectly. Completing one another.
You rest your head in the crook of his neck and close your eyes, enjoying being held by him. Time feels as if it stood still as he softly whispers praises and kisses against your neck.
"You're so good, tesoro. I don't know what I would do without you," he says against your skin.
Your hand gently caresses the back of his neck, savoring this perfect moment.