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“Tell me, sweet lamb… does my hair look greasy?”
You sighed, a mix of fondness and slight annoyance conveyed through the simple action. You understood fully well that tonight was important, and that your sweet Papa wouldn't want even the smallest lash out of place.
You knew all that. And yet-
“No, my darling prince. As I’ve told you. Multiple times for the past twenty minutes.” You walked up behind him, the reflection of your figures in the vanity mirror catching your eye. “And your outfits are all gorgeous. Your makeup is pristine, and most of all…” You pressed yourself against his back, kissing those pretty locks cascading off the side of his head. “It's you. And I know you're gonna be amazing, Perpetua.”
You felt a slight shiver under your palms at the use of his name, his lips parting to let out the softest gasp, meant for none but your diligent ears.
“I feel…” He began, his hands fidgeting in the telltale way they always did when he was trying to articulate something while his nerves were getting the better of him. “I feel good, about this… but-”
“It's your first ritual ever, sweetheart.” You chimed in, kissing his shoulder. “Whatever doubts you feel now are sure to melt away once you actually step out there! You’ve been practicing for weeks, my love…” You gently snuck a hand under his painted chin, lifting it slightly to give him eye contact with his own reflection.
“All that's missing now is for you to recognize your own worth. The worth I see in you.”
Your heart dropped slightly when instead of smiling softly like you’d hoped, he started to pout.
“My moonlight…” You pried gently. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No!” He corrected you so quickly that you nearly startled. “It's just- I can't kiss you like this… my makeup will come off…”
“Aww…” you cooed at him, unable to help yourself as you felt your heart and nerves melting in tandem. “My poor, sweet prince~”
He kept pouting at you as you giggled, eventually taking pity on him and walking over to face your lover, cupping the back of his head in your palms.
“After, okay? I promise you.”
He immediately beamed at this, all warm and full of teeth in a way that made your heart race. “O- okay, it's a promise, then! Like a- err… a gift! Right?”
“Right!” You laughed, only to be rudely interrupted by the dressing room alarm. Five minutes until your Papa was on. Now or never. “Just remember to do your best out there, you hear? And if it helps, you could, I don't know… you could do it for me!”
You’d meant the suggestion to be lighthearted fun, but the way your sweet Perpetua swallowed thickly at it, his pupils visibly eclipsing both green and white at once told you that you may have inadvertently given him the last boost needed to make this night an incredible debut.
“For… you…” You more saw than heard him repeat, soundless under his breath as if to take what you’d just said in properly. “Yeah… y-eah, I could do that!”
Then he gave you a quick, tight hug and he was off, though not before mutually whispered “I love you”s and a quick peck against his chromatic mask.
True to his word, your Papa’s first ritual ended up being nothing short of an immense success. You watched the whole thing of course, from the side of the stage with baited breath as he hit cue after cue and note after note. 90 minutes later, though they honestly felt more like 10, the final encore had finally rung out.
Which meant his work had ended, and your work had begun once more.
After a quick drink of water, you made your way back to where he'd be exiting the stage. And you barely had time to say anything before he practically crashed into you, collapsing against your frame in what you assumed was a very exhausted attempt at a hug.
You took it in stride, though. Catching him in your arms and holding him like that. Breathing the scent of sweat, perfume and various other essential oils in deep from where your face had nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
“Hehe…” You heard him murmur, all soft and loopy with exhaustion. “I think they liked meeee~”
You had to lead (and almost carry him at some points) your papa over to his vanity, making sure he didn't fall over completely as you sat him down in his makeup chair to begin the removal process. He was so sweet and docile throughout the whole thing, all drowsy as you wiped over his cheeks, cute little nose and plump lips. You made sure to sneak plenty of kisses too, fiery little pecks against freshly cleaned areas that made your sweet boy gasp and giggle, and then subsequently let out frustrated little moans when he realized he was far too tired to return the affection properly.
“There, moonlight.” You cooed finally, his cheek resting against your palm as his half lidded eyes stayed completely transfixed on you, only occasionally interrupted by slow, methodical blinks. “I’ve gotten everything except for the parts under the mask, now.”
“Mmm… th’nk you…” He sighed, nuzzling your hand. “Guess I have’t go show’r now…” He stifled a yawn, taking your wrist in his hand and kissing it instead. “I’ll meet you on the… on the bus… don’worry…”
“Sweetling.” You interjected, concerned. “Are you sure you don't want me to do the rest of your face right here? We can shower at the new venue tomorrow, it's not too far off-”
“N- noooo…” Papa cut you off with a somewhat petulant whine. “I c’n do it… promise, kay? R’member~”
Then he leaned in and kissed you. Softly, full on the lips.
You sighed fondly into it, taking his face in both your hands as you finally got to kiss him back. There wasn't a lot of vigor in it, as you might've expected before the ritual, but it was full of love. Of affection. His affection for you.
You stayed in it for as long as you could, your tongues lazily grazing against one another as you simply allowed yourself to get lost in the act. Before long though, but all too soon still, you pulled away. Eliciting the most heartbreaking little noise from Perpetua as he chased your lips.
“Go shower, okay?” You mumbled, hugging him as he slumped into you once more. “We’ll be here all night if we continue like this.”
Despite his reluctance, as well as the fact that he was about to fall asleep right there, your Papa took your advice. And half an hour later he met you on the bus again. His face scrubbed clean underneath that mask and clad in a soft hoodie and sweats, a dark purple set with little bat wings sticking out from the shoulders that you happened to be especially partial to.
“C’n we… can we go bed now?” He yawned, his forehead nuzzling against your ear. You just smiled softly and took his hand in yours. He’d more than earned his fair share of rest.
You didn't question the fact that he chose to keep the mask on as he got comfortable in the cushioned chair beside yours. He never slept without it when he took you to his bed either, and you weren't about to press him on something he clearly wasn't ready to share just yet. Instead you cooed to yourself about how adorable he looked right now, all bundled up in a fluffy blanket with his cheek squished against your shoulder as he unconsciously cuddled closer, gentle snores occasionally interrupted by the softest whines.
You're not sure when you dozed off, yourself, but it couldn't have been far behind. You let yourself fall completely into his warmth, the lavender scent of the shampoo he used taking your mind through a carefree, pleasant dreamscape devoid of the usual stress and anxieties that sleeping on a tourbus tended to bring.
Unexpectedly and suddenly though, something managed to wake you.
The first thing that caught your eye was the digital clock mounted on the bus ceiling, the numbers spelling out 4:28 in an angry red only slightly tinted by first light outside the windows. You sighed, a tad annoyed at your surprisingly pleasant sleep being interrupted far too soon for your liking.
That was, until you heard it again.
“Mmm… mh- mmplease~”
You blinked once, then twice. Had you heard that correctly? Your suspicions were confirmed in a near instant, the sudden motion next to you making you turn your head.
“H-here..? Mm-ohhh~ oh… Please, we c-can't- I…”
Your heart nearly skipped a beat when you realized what was happening. Oh, your poor boy. Your sweet, needy, adorable boy. Far too tired to get off after his ritual but evidently so, so worked up, still. You caught yourself feeling somewhat bad about the comment you’d made earlier. Do it for me. Your darling prince must've hung onto that for hours.
Then he did it again, that movement, and it finally clicked for you what it was.
Your poor, pathetic fallen angel was quite literally humping the air in his sleep.
Then he moaned your name and that was it. You couldn't take it anymore.
“Perpetua,” you whispered his name in turn, petting over his arm as gently as you could in order to wake him up without startling him. “Sweet moon… wake up for me.”
Right as your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his lids shot open. You saw his head turn slowly, his gaze coming to fix onto yours as you both grew flush, his eyes widening in a blushing panic.
“Starlight…” He breathed, his voice all shaky and a bit raspy from his slumber. “Was I… you heard?”
You gave a confirming nod immediately. There was no sense in keeping it from him.
“Oh…” He chuckled, nervously. “And what… what did you…”
“That must've been some dream.” You smiled, folding the armrest between you back as you scooted closer. “Tell me… what was it that made you call for me so sweetly, moonbeam?”
He leaned back somewhat, shyly lowering his blanket a little. Like he wanted you on his lap like that. Knowing him, that's probably what he was trying to tell you.
“I was… back out there.” He swallowed. “On that stage… all those lights, so many people… and then- then you were there.” He closed his eyes again, his chest trembling as you straddled him.
“Was I, now?” You played coy, sinking down against his soft tummy and making him bite his lip. “And what did I do next, sweet boy?”
“Y-you…” He had to pause to take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as his brows knitted together behind that elusive chrome. “You t-told me to keep singing while you… you got on your knees for me…”
“Fuck, Perpetua.” You mumbled, more to yourself than anything. “Bet I made you sound good, huh? All pretty for your fans…”
He nodded, making an adorable squeaking noise that made your heart flutter. It was like your little bat was well and truly in heat, and by lucifer, you needed to look after him.
“Wanna do that for you…” you continued, unrelenting. “So badly, Perpetua, you don't even know…” you dipped underneath his jaw, then. Peppering a dozen kisses against that sweet spot as he gasped and found your hips, hands digging into your soft flesh in that delicious way that was sure to bruise. “I’d let you fuck me on that stage if you told me you needed it, Papa.” You were right by his ear now, your voice purring against the soft shell. “Would take you there anytime you wanted… Because I’m yours.”
“C-can I… oh~ can I?” Perpetua was arching off of his seat, his chest hot to the touch and begging to be let out of his sleepshirt. “Kiss… please- can I kiss you?”
“My sweet angel…” you murmured, taking his face in your hands again. “Come to me.”
His lips were pressed to yours in an instant, an adorably eager tongue caressing against your teeth in a desperate plea to dance with yours. You immediately obliged, smiling into it as you kept making out with him and drinking in the noises your darling bat made when you ground your hips against the core of his need.
“I’m here, moonbeam…” you gasped in between ferocious kisses, sucking on that needy tongue of his to make him tremble and hug you closer. “I’m right here… I’ll take care of you… poor dear…”
He’d already started fumbling with his own shirt buttons when you got to it, softly placing your hands over his. “Don't trouble yourself with that, my dark Excellency~” You smiled wickedly at the way the honorifics made him shudder underneath you. “Please just focus on feeling so good for now… you’ve earned it, after all… been such a good Papa for me… so well behaved~”
“-urts…”
Your ears perked up, suddenly. You were already halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, and the way you froze must've clued him in that he needed to repeat himself.
“It- it hurts, lamb…” His eyes were closed as if he was trying to focus all his energy into getting a coherent sentence out. “My… fuck, it needs you so badly… ‘s too swollen… I c’n feel it~” He interrupted himself with a sob, his hips jerking up against you once, then twice, then five more times. His hands had your asscheeks in what was practically a vice grip, and you’d be surprised if you weren't walking away from this with handprints that would be lasting for weeks to come.
“Sweet Lucifer,” You moaned, petting his chest while you moved your legs off of him. Down between his. “Your poor cock…”
He nodded at that, his eyes brimming with tears. “Please…” He kept going as you did your best to undress him as quickly as possible without tearing anything in the process. “It's so… so full… w’nna be full too… need your fingers, lamb. Please, please-”
He stilled, then. His eyes widening the moment you palmed him through his boxers. Merciful Satan, he’d made a mess down there. The fabric was so wet, so slick that the obscene noises produced from you just slightly moving your hand made you clamp your own thighs together, stifling an embarrassing whine you hoped to both heaven and hell your lover wouldn't manage to catch.
You weren't so lucky.
“Heh… heheh~” He giggled, honest to fuck giggled at the effect he had on you. “Looks like ‘m not the only one, h-huh?~” His smugness was unfortunately short-lived when you, in a move to retaliate, stroked a firm thumb over his ache. Immediately making his eyes roll all the way back into his skull.
“D-don't tease- don't, please…” He was back to being a needy mess again, crooning and arching his belly towards you in the way a loyal pet might exhibit submission. “You promised you’d- you'd care for m-meee… didn't you, Starlight?”
“I promised I’d care for my good Papa, remember?” You feigned ignorance, thumb still stroking over his plumped up cock at an unrelentingly slow pace that did nothing whatsoever except keep him firmly on the edge. “Are you sure that's you?”
You had to be careful, you realized. Your prince was definitely no stranger to being brat tamed, more of your recent encounters than not involving things like him being tied down to the bed, or left at the mercy of one of your many toys until his voice was gone and his tear supply had run dry. But things like that required the right headspace, and you weren't even sure that you'd actually seen him this needy before.
So if it's what your sweet bat required from you, then of course you were more than ready, overjoyed to be gentle with him.
And he nodded at you, then. Slowly, his pupils dilating visibly even in the graying dark as you felt the hand that was still palming him get drenched impossibly slicker.
“Want to… right now…” He wheezed, a shaking hand coming up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “The show… the show's not over yet… is it, sweet lamb?”
You didn't reply. Not with words. Instead you pulled his sweats and boxers off at once, cleverly positioning them under his ass as a protective layer. He laughed, needy and flustered but so happy as you kissed his knee, both of you taking a second to marvel at just how soaked you’d managed to get him.
Though that laughter did get slowly phased out by more whining as you put two fingers in your mouth, still wanting to prep to the best of your abilities.
“Laaamb..~” He sounded so petulant, wiggling his hips and making the slick between his thighs and asscheeks squelch like cheese melted against pasta. “You don't hav’t… please, I’m so wet~”
“And I’m not one of the dildos you keep hurting yourself on, sweet moon.” You shot back, kissing his legs and inner thighs in a way you needed to convey as worship as you spread him open. “We both know how tight you get…” Your mouth was on his tummy, now. Kissing a circle around his cute navel before quickly dipping your tongue in there, just to make him flush and groan. “When I said I wanted to take care of you, Papa…” You were grazing at his entrance, his dick standing as red and angry above it as that digital clock on the wall. So deliciously plump that it made your core feel like it had been set on fire.
“... oh, fuck, Perpetua. I need you to know I meant every word of that.”
Then you finally stuffed him full.
And your Perpetua absolutely melted.
Then he scrambled to sit up, desperately motioning for you to hold him. It was a bit of a challenge with you already so deep inside, but you managed to pull him into the softest, firmest hug. You kissed his neck reverently, unable to hold back your smile when he shyly, tentatively started to grind against your caressing fingers. Gently fucking himself on your hand as he cried.
“There we go~” You couldn't help but coo, pressing your palm against his twitching cock and feeling it throb happily at the attention. “Does that feel good, Your dark Excellency? You're fucking my fingers so well right now… all tight and warm in there, like a Papa should be…”
You heard him sob at the praise, the rocking of his hips speeding up to the point that his ass was clapping a little. You took this as an opportunity to palm and squeeze him back, even gently smacking it to make him huff out a laugh and nuzzle you softly, kisses of his own burning hot against the flesh of your throat.
The moment was perfect. The way he felt against you, his intoxicating scent, his adorable noises… you didn't want it to end. But with your Papa this impossibly close already, you knew what needed to be done.
And with a practiced expertise, you curled your fingers just so that your middle and index were pressing right against his sweet spot, the softness as well as the way he was suddenly tensing being an impossible indicator to miss.
It only took ten seconds after that.
You let your Perpetua ride out his orgasm with his teeth against your pulse point, a gentle threat of nearly biting down but never pushing too far. Honestly, though? In this moment that didn't matter. Not in the slightest. And it's not like you’d mind, anyways. If he needed his fill of you, your beloved moon prince was more than welcome to drink you to the bone.
“Oh, that's such a good boy…” You murmured under your breath, repeating the loving mantra as your free hand stroked his hair, auburn locks bouncing with the intense tremble of his release. “Good boy… good boy…”
And you swore you heard him try to reply, the weakest little “mhmm~” finding its way home to your waiting ear.
Then he sighed, the sound filled with nothing but warmth and content, going entirely limp against you.
“Moonlight…” You whispered gently after a few more minutes of just holding him like that, a tad worried that he’d managed to fall asleep with two of your fingers buried inside of him. “Darling, I gotta clean up a bit, okay?”
You pulled out of him as slowly as you could, not wanting to overwhelm him with it. A move which proved to be the right one, given the way he whined at the sudden awareness of how tight he could actually be. You rolled your eyes fondly and out of his sight, a silent “I told you so” shared between you and yourself.
Before you could make a move to clean yourself up though, his hands were already clasped around your wrist. And with a mutual glance of a tentative “may I?” followed by your heady “please… yes please” in turn, Perpetua took your fingers into himself once more. Licking them clean as though they were coated in the water of life and he’d been stuck in a barren desert for weeks.
“Thank you…” You gaped, more than a bit awestruck at just how beautiful he looked while doing that, of all things. “Cleaning me so well, sweetheart… you're so helpful…”
“Mmm~” He smiled against the back of your hand, all coy and adorable. “Fuck, Starlight… I taste so good on your fingers.”
He made sure to kiss the pad of each one, a silent thank you for taking care of him so well. For worshipping him so diligently. You couldn't help but moan again, and the look of pure devotion that proceeded to paint his face immediately betrayed what was about to happen next.
“Please…” He was begging you again, his supply of pleas seemingly endless. “Allow me to repay you… oh please, Starlight. Please, please~”
His hands were all over you now, his hips unable to still themselves from rocking against your need in a humping motion. You suddenly felt a twinge of regret at packing your strap away in a suitcase instead of just keeping it on your person. You were more than certain that he'd jump on the idea of fucking your brains out if you let him. You smiled into the flush of his neck. He really was so adorable.
“I’d want nothing more, sweet boy.” You cooed, kissing that very spot on his neck before biting down, just enough to not break the skin and making him tremble and whine. “Will you give me your fingers as well? Or perhaps your mouth would be more sufficient tonight?”
“M- mouth-” He immediately choked out, his hips still so fucking twitchy. “Need to- to taste, fuck…”
“Such a greedy bat…” You murmured, laughing softly against the mark you’d left on him. “All parched and needy for me… even after cumming like that, hm?”
“Nooo… ‘s not about- hmm~” His clawed digits were frantically groping at any and every part of you they could find. “Need you to feel good too, Mea Umbra… wanna- w’nna~”
You shut his ramblings up with another kiss. A kiss which he greedily accepted immediately, nearly drawing blood against your tongue and lips in his eagerness.
Then, as suddenly as he'd begun, he pushed himself off of you.
“Perpetua,” You began, concern and confusion slipping through your words. “Is something wrong?”
He didn't answer. Instead he gave you that look again. Pure unadulterated love written over every millimeter of his face.
Then he moved his hands behind his head.
And unlaced the straps of his mask.
You nearly gasped out loud, a hand flying up to cover your mouth in embarrassment as you took in the exposed visage of your lover. His eyes had the cutest wrinkles and crow’s feet adorning them that you'd never really noticed before, but were more than natural given his age. He had a pretty mole just under the green one, but his white eye… the scars that surrounded it reminded you of his chest in a way, but these seemed more like… claw marks, almost.
Like the claws protruding from your Papa's very own hands.
But you weren't about to ask what that meant right now. You weren't about to ask anything of him.
Well, except for maybe one thing.
“Can I… can I touch you?”
A gentle, reverent nod was all the confirmation you needed.
And you did just what you’d already done so many times that night. But it was different when your hands did not meet metal. When they brushed against nothing but soft, warm skin as you cupped his face. Completely exposed and fully vulnerable with you for the first time in his life.
And by Lucifer, he was…
“You're…” You didn't even attempt to stop the tears welling up and spilling out over your own cheeks. “Beautiful… you're so beautiful, Perpetua…”
He was getting visibly choked up too, swallowing harshly and trying to hide it with a chuckle.
“Heheh…can't worship you properly with that... pesky metal, in the way… now can I, sweet lamb?”
Then he finally let a sob of relief wrack through his body as he kissed you through it. Letting that kiss be followed by dozens more, trailing down your jaw and chest. He was still crying softly, smiling through his tears as he discarded your underwear, putting his mouth on you with kisses you swore could wake the dead with their intensity.
“I love you…” You heard him through those kisses. Through your own moans, his sobs and intermittent thrusts against whatever he deemed fit for friction. Or maybe your needy sweetheart was humping the air again? The thought only served to bring you that much closer to the edge. “I love- mmmh~ Lord below, Starlight, let me see it… let me see what I do to you.”
And you more than happily obliged, all but turning into a fountain against his waiting lips.