#secondo my beloved

[kabukiaku]

happy official zenith release dayyy. inspired by the secondo artwork used 🖤

yes i once again dropped everything to draw him. as i should.

[hamishoanvin]

started new pocket sketchbook! ⭐️

— come together, together as one.. come together for Lucifer’s son!

[yollur]

Merry Ghristmas to all of u! Well i wasnt that confident in drawing all of them, but i confess that i liked the result-

Grandpa Primo, Grinch Secondo, Penguin Terzo nd Reindeer Copia !

[papasecondoplush]

Gotta love Secondo’s relationship advice.

[forgelokid]

Papa KEN-meritus II. I can picture him in his mojo dojo casa house.

@thebandghostofficial

[molly-ghuleh]

hi!!! Can I get “i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me” with Secondo please!!!! Thank you and love your work

Kiss Prompts: "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me."

Secondo x reader

Hihi thank you for the love!! And thank you for requesting Secondo my beloved <33 I got a little carried away with this one oooops

SFW! Contains: Angst, pining, implied smut but no explicit descriptions, manwhore Secondo trope, emotionally constipated Secondo, confessions, fluff and a happy ending, reader is gender neutral but there is one use of 'piccolina'

Kiss prompts

You have a... thing, with Secondo. This thing doesn't have a name, or a label, but it lives in his bed and in the heavy air inside his chamber as he makes you cry his name over and over. It's a thing that you know he shares with other Siblings of Sin, sometimes multiple at once. The thing is not special to him.

But it is to you.

It wasn't supposed to be special at first. It was just an arrangement that the two of you had (literally) stumbled into one evening after the dinner hour. Secondo had been furious at something Nihil had said and stormed out of the refectory, and you were the lucky Sibling who he practically ran over in his haste to distance himself from the old man. He had been angry and in need of a distraction, and the way his large hands grabbed your arms to keep you from falling had been enough for you to agree to join him in his bed that very night.

Apparently Secondo had enjoyed what relief you gave him, because he invited you to his bed again within a week of that incident. It became somewhat of a routine. He had been very clear from the start--it's just a form of stress relief. It's merely because your bodies reacted to another in a way that felt exquisite for you both. It is not an emotional affair in the slightest. Secondo is not an emotional man. So, you will take the little crumbs he offers you in the form of a repeated, open invitation.

But oh, how can you not fall in love with him when his aftercare is even better than the sex? He takes aftercare more seriously than he does its 'before' activity. Secondo does not allow you (or anyone) to stay the night after an evening of passion; but that doesn't mean you leave him feeling dejected or used. He is very, very careful to make sure you know he cares for you in at least some capacity. Whatever you need until you feel like you can stand on your own two feet again, he gives you. Massage? Bath or shower? Water and a snack? He does it before you can even ask. And then he'll walk you to the door, open it for you, and bid you a good night before promptly crushing your heart in his hands.

It's not just in his bedroom that you meet him. You occasionally run into him at the coffee pot in the Ministry kitchens. The first time, you'd offered to make him a cup. He told you how he takes his coffee, and you struck up a little conversation as you waited for it to brew. From there you always seemed to find a subject on which to approach him later--whether it's a sermon he plans to give, or a new type of tea you want to try, or a new tidbit of Ministry gossip (yes, he admits that he loves drama, but you are the only one who knows and he asked you to keep it that way). And at the end of each little interaction, he asks you to meet him that night, and you consider turning him down to protect your own feelings.

You come, though. Every time he invites you, you come back and you let him pulverize your heart into smaller and smaller pieces. It's your fault, really--you should've ended things with him as soon as you started to feel. Because as stellar as his aftercare is, all you can think about is having to fall asleep alone. Having to pretend you don't love him when you run into him during the day, masking your heartache with banter. How you'll never have his heart but you will always have the little smirks he gives you when you make him laugh.

The very man who holds your heart doesn't even know he's breaking it.

All of these thoughts, which you've started having every time you meet with him, swirl around your head as you come down from a rather long bout of sex with Secondo. He seems agitated tonight. He hadn't bothered with his usual bells and whistles, instead just choosing to take you in a more primal way. You've spent enough time with him (inside the bedroom and out) to know that there's something on his mind.

You decide to test your luck because your heart aches particularly hard for him this evening. "Papa," you say softly, "are you alright? You seem... distracted."

He doesn't turn his head to meet your gaze, instead choosing to close his eyes completely. The two of you lay on your backs beside one another and you desperately want to take his hand. "It is nothing, dolce."

Your heart clenches but you don't push the issue further. You take a few more breaths and steel yourself against the inevitable pain of having to leave him again. The blanket slides off your naked body as you sit up, searching for your discarded clothes on his floor. You don't have the strength to endure his tender aftercare tonight.

Secondo notices your poorly-concealed haste to dress and opens his eyes. "What do you need?" He asks too kindly.

"I... I need for you to let me go," you mutter, pulling on a sock. I need for you to let me leave tonight and I need for you not to ask me back.

"Dolce," Secondo calls after you when you stand to find your shoes. You can hear the slight confusion in his voice, still gravelly from how he growled in your ear minutes before. "Stop, and tell me what is wrong."

You turn your back to him. You can't look him in the eye when you break your own heart, because you will cry and that will be the last thing he sees of you. "I need to go."

You hear the rustling of blankets as Secondo stands. "No."

"No?" "No," he repeats. "You will stay and tell me why you are in such a hurry to leave."

You huff out a humorless laugh. "Isn't that what you want?" You snap. It comes out harsher than you'd meant--but perhaps this will be easier if he's angry at you. Easier for him, or for you?

"I want to make sure you are alright."

"I'm not," you say, your voice hitching. "I'm not, Secondo. So I need to go."

A broad hand comes to rest on your turned shoulder, and the warmth and weight of it comforts you despite your agony. "Are you hurt?" he speaks lowly. His voice is close to your ear. "Did I do something you did not like? Let me take care of you, dolce."

Secondo gently urges you to turn and face him, and you let him, but you don't meet his eyes. Instead you stare at your feet so he doesn't see the tears welling in your eyes from your shame. He's going to make you admit it.

His other hand gently curls under your chin and tilts your head up towards him. "Piccolina," he says when he sees how glassy your eyes are. The softness of his voice is like a salve on your feelings, even though you know this is just his aftercare.

"I can't do this, Papa," you say, the words tumbling from your mouth without your intent. "I need you to stop inviting me to your bed. Because I will come and it will only hurt more when you turn me away."

"Dolce--"

"I know," you cut him off, sounding more angry than you are. "I know it was supposed to be just a means to an end, but... it isn't for me. Not anymore."

You lift your chin away from his hand and turn to leave, but he catches you. He draws you into him, your back to his front and his large arms encircling you so you can't move. You release a pathetic little sob that sounds more like a whimper. "Please," you breathe.

He leans his head down so his cheek rests against your temple and his mouth is at your ear. "Stay," he whispers in the softest tone you've ever heard form him. "Stay the night."

You freeze. Did you hear that right...? "Wh-what?"

Secondo simply holds you for a moment. Silence echoes between you louder than your own rapid heartbeat in your ears. Hope blooms in your chest. It's warm and comfortable and it tugs at your soul. It tells you that all those crumbs he gave you fell from something bigger. Sweeter.

"Dolce... I have not taken another lover in months. not since you," he mutters in your ear. "You were never just a means to an end. I am sorry that it took me this long to... to accept that."

You turn in his grip, tilting your head up to look at his face. He's always been known to keep a healthy rotation of partners. You hadn't assumed that would change just because you came along, but he's telling you that it did. That with you, he feels like he doesn't need anyone else. The warm, simmering hope in your chest explodes when you meet his eyes.

The tips of his ears are red and it's the only indication that he's blushing under his smudged Papal paint. "I... do not make flowery speeches, piccolina. I cannot say I will do everything right. I may know how to seduce you but I..."

Oh, your poor, emotionally frustrated Papa. You can see the little crease between his brows deepen, and you know that he's kicking himself. "...I do not know how to do this."

You smile at him, trying to mask how badly you want to shout with elation. "I... I think this is the part where you kiss me," you whisper. "And then when you've kissed me to both our liking, you take me back to bed and hold me."

Secondo follows your rules. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you. It's a gesture free of lust or urgency, but you can also tell just how nervous he really is. You flatten your palms on his still-bare chest and his heart pounds against his ribcage. It's real, and it beats for you, just as yours beats for him.

He gently lifts you back into his bed and pulls your body against his. You settle into him, completely content, because you know you won't have to spend a night alone again.

[onedaughterofman]

Liking the album is not enough, I need to fuck it.

[copias-sewer-rat]

"I don't have daddy issues"

That's what I say to my reflection every morning trying to fool myself into lowering my expectations while I have a crush on made up Satanic Papas.

[kabukiaku]

GHULEH / ZOMBIE QUEEN. 🧟‍♀️

tribute to one of my favorite tracks from Infestissunam. (let's be honest, every single track on that album goes so hard.) I love this album so much.

bonus silly doodle:

[hamishoanvin]

Secondo is my beloved ✨️

[yollur]

Nice tits

[papasecondoplush]

Oh YEAH so the past month I’ve worked on making a Secondo cosplay. I did my best to replicate the actual robes. I finished the chasuble and mitre, and I got the staff. One of these days I shall do a test cosplay. ✨🖤💚

Yes I sewn all of this! It was probably be of the biggest things I’ve sewn. I’m very happy with the results.

Progress pictures below:

[ivyroseposin]

In Need Of A Sisters Of Sins Help

Secondo X Reader

Summary: A simple paper delivery turns into a lie then turns to being on your knees in front of Secondo..

Warning: Smutty Aha

Word Count: 3,153

God knows how late it was at the clergy but all I knew was that I should have been at home. The comfort of my own bed in my own mind in my own world. But the universe had different plans or at least sister does for me. In order to keep the job I must get all the work done even if that means staying up till the early hours to do so. 

The work that had to be done wasn't even that difficult it was just the amount that needed to be done. By early afternoon every few minutes, it seemed a new pile was being put on the makeshift desk I worked on. The best part of this job was that I wasn't an assistant to anyone just worked for the clergy with all its needs. All of their needs… 

“I already did this” I mumbled to myself throwing another sheet onto the finished stack of paper “And where is” I pushed more papers around. This desk was only so small and the mess was only so big. “Aha” I cheered picking it up and neatly stapling it together. “I’m headed off you should get home soon,” Another sister said lurking over the pile that I had.

 “I will soon it's all easy work maybe an hour give or take you have a good night and good luck with your cat she’ll love you sooner or later” The cat in question really hated the sister but she was trying her best. “You try to get home early ok” She gave me a quick hug before heading out to the miserable cat. 

The room soon fell quiet with only the sound of papers ruffling and the sound of me cussing out the stapler for not working when that was its only job. 

“Secondo” I questioned flipping the paper over. I stood up staring at the desk once more seeing what else to give without having to make another trip. Without another second I made my way down the long halls of the ministry. The quietness made it more terrifying than it should have been. You would think at night it would be alive but it was rather dead and creepy. 

“No that's Nihil” I stared around at the office doors. “Where is - oh” I stared down at the hall seeing his office to the right. I continued to walk till I was standing at the front of his door. I stared at the upside cross and the carved wood named Secondo. I took a deep breath raising my hand to knock. But I didn't. He was tall, he was scary, and he was a beautiful human being that I dared not to speak to. 

“Who’s at my door” I heard through the door the piercing sound of his voice. “Uhh it's sister” I answered lowering my fist. “What do you want”. I stared at the door realizing that I was in fact talking to the door. “I uh I have some paperwork for you I guess it got lost in mine” I waved it around as he would magically see it through the door. While I rolled my eyes at myself not an answer came from him. 

I stared down at the paper deciding if I wanted to turn around and just make someone give him the papers tomorrow and not go through the embarrassment of talking to him but as my mind would wonder what to do the interruption of his deep voice would bring me back. “What more god-forsaken paperwork” He grumbled. I slowly looked up to his chest to see him standing right in front of me. My breath hitched as I slowly tilted my head up to meet his eyes. His darken angry eyes. 

“Uh- sorry um here” I shoved the papers into his hand before slowly backing away. With the papers in his hand, he watched as I backed further away. He didn't hide the fact that he stared down from my heels up to my breasts. There was only so much this dress could hide. The beats of my heart fastened feeling the burn of his gaze. As much as I didn't want to admit I could feel myself begin to feel a little too hot. The look he gave, his stance and yet he didn't speak a word. 

“That will be all” He shook his head meeting his eyes to mine. “Ok see you then” I bowed my head swiftly turning around to leave whatever this was as fast as I could. 

With my heart feeling like it was going to explode I tried to walk as fast without running. But the clearing of his throat and the deep voice would stop me. “Do you know if that party club is open?” He asked the sound of his footsteps nearing. “No I don't think so, something happened the other day and they said it would be closed” I answered not turning back to face his gaze. “A let down” He whispered his footsteps no longer moving. 

“Good night Papa,” I said as I began to walk. “Come here” His voice demanded making me stop and turn to face him. “Sir I have work,” I said quietly my feet already moving towards him. It seemed my body was deciding for itself today. 

“I have a problem Cariño” He stared back down at my breasts once again. “What can I help you with,” I asked staring down at his hands which usually had gloves on but showed his bare skin. “It seems my hand no longer does the work and the party club is closed” He whispered staring back up into my eyes. We were only feet away. My brain was lost in what he was talking about and how close we were becoming. Everyone would whisper about his hot gaze about how they wanted him they needed him. I never cared for it or fully understood yes he was hot but not that hot. However, my mind was slowly changing the longer I stood in front of him. 

“Sorry, I don't understand” I looked around not being able to keep his burning gaze. “Are you one of the sisters that helps out?” He asked stepping closer and closing the space between us. “Helps out,” I repeated his question struggling to meet his eyes. “I guess you are not unlucky for me” He shook his head his free hand scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry sir my mind is a mess I am one of the sisters that helps out” I lied still having no idea what he was talking about. “You are” His eyes widen a smile slowly spreading across his face. 

“Yes sir” I nodded. His eyes darkened as licked his lips. I felt hotter by the second my panties now feeling as if they were drenched and all I did was talk to him. “Are you ok to help me then?” He asked his eyes softening differently from when he was at the door. “Yes of course” I nodded walking past him towards his office. “Glad” I heard him say his footsteps following behind. 

Maybe it was paperwork or writing that needed to be done. Although I had much work to finish I craved to be in the same room. Whatever power he had was hard to let go of. 

I watched as he sat on the sofa. His legs spread the chasuble spreading between his legs. I stood confused not knowing if I should sit next to him. “So what do you need,” I asked fidgeting with my fingers as I stared around the room. “I don't have a condom on me and I would love to see what your mouth does,” He said with a slight growl. My eyes widened as I stared at his empty desk. Oh. Oh. 

“I um” was barely I could get out as I looked back over at him. “You want me to uh” and this was the reason I didn't talk to him I would just make a fool of myself. “To suck on my cock” He finished my words. His hand drifted down to his lap. I watched as he began to slowly stroke his cock from outside his outfit. His length begins to show. “Just before I was getting to my high I heard you at my door” He explained his tone lower than before. As he stroked his cock  his eyes did a slight roll his lips slowly parting wanting a moan to escape. “You look uncomfortable I can stop if you need I can call another sister I would understand,” He leaned back up from the chair removing his hand from where it once was. 

He had the look of angry eyes. The eyes of someone who hated life, who hated people, but in this very moment his eyes were soft, inviting. 

“No sorry I just uh you’re not making me uncomfortable” I replied looking up to his gaze. “If you are to tell me my Cariño”

 He looked at me with concern not knowing if I was telling the truth. 

. “Keep touching yourself” I demanded. He stared up at me for a few seconds hesitating before his hand was back on his lap stroking his cock through his clothes. Small moans left his lips as he fastened the pace. 

“Your body is beautiful” He growled staring back at me. “Undress” He demanded again slowing the pace as he stroked. I took a deep breath before reaching back and slowly unzipping my dress. It fell quickly to the ground only left in panties. “Fuck your beautiful’ he admired. He softly bit his lips his eyes wandering from my breasts to my thighs licking his lips.  

With my heels and panties still on I stood as he pleased himself through his pants. Small moans leave his lips. “Suck my cock” He moaned lifting up his chasuble. “Ok” I nodded walking slowly towards him. As he undone his pants his hard cock sprung out. “Oh my,” I gasped staring at his length. I could feel myself dripping my heart beating with excitement. I had no idea what I was doing but I wanted to please him. So badly.

I slowly went on my knees still staring at his large length. He slowly stroked the tip a cuss word falling from his lips. “I want to be in your mouth” He whispered as I moved closer. “I don't know what to do” I replied. “You don't have to then” He reassured leaning up from the couch. He tilted my head up to meet his gaze. The comfort of his eyes pulled me in. “I’m not a helper” I blurted out. He stared for a few seconds his lips parting. “Why lie” He asked keeping my chin from not moving. “I just thought gosh I don't know” I really didn't know what I was thinking but as confused as my mind was my body wanted something or well wanted him. “I thought it was paperwork” I chuckled he let out a laugh his once frown becoming a wide smile. Something I never really saw before. 

“I am sorry for this Cariño and for making you uncomfortable I’ll get dressed,” he said as he began to pull on his pants. “No” I grabbed ahold of his hand pinning it to the couch. “I want to do this show me how” I whispered he looked down at my mind then up to my gaze my pleading gaze really wanting to please him. “Please,” I said with a slight smile. He shook his head slowly releasing my chin.

“Be gentle and no teeth” He explained as he slowly lowered back down on the chair. “Lick the tip it's the most sensitive then take some into your mouth as much as you can handle” He explained. His hand grabbed onto his cock holding it near my lips. “If you wanna stop tell me,” He said. ‘And keep your stare”.

Nervously I took a deep breath bringing my hands up to his cock right under where he held it. I leaned down and he slowly lined his cock up my lips. “Swirl your tongue” He stroked the tip a bit of cum falling. I followed starting from the edge of his tip and swirled my tongue around. “That's it good girl” He whispered his eyes closing for a second.

“again,” He said and so I did slowly swirling my tongue around the tip his hips buckled into my face causing his cock to slide into my mouth. 

“Fuck” He whispered staring down at me. “Slide down” He explained as I felt his free hand grab onto my hair. His cock slide further into my mouth. Small moans began to escape his lips his breathing becoming harder. “Move up and down” He tried to explain between moans.

He kept a tight grip on my hair as I began to bob slowly up and down his cock. “You’re perfect” He moaned his head throwing back his grip on my hair only getting tighter. I began to pick up my pace slowly going down more sliding his cock further into my mouth till it reached my throat causing me to gag “Oh yes” He moaned his cock throbbing in my throat as I began to pick up the pace. Drool and tears covered my face and onto his cock.

A string of cuss words and broken words filled the room. Slowly he began to push me down making me gag more and my eyes water from how large he was. I slide his cock out of my mouth and pulled away sitting down on my knees. “I’m sorry was I too rough” He reached over wiping the drool from my lips. “No, I want to keep going”. I placed my hand on his chest slowly pushing back towards the back of the couch. A small smirk rested on his face a very evil smirk. 

I leaned down licking the bottom of his cock till I reached the tip swirling my tongue around his tip. His smile soon faded with his eyes rolling back and a loud moan left his lips. I slowly slide the tip into my mouth and begin to suck moving up and down slowly just over his tip. Soon more cum fell from his tip the taste of salt filling my mouth. 

I moved ever so slowly his cock filling my mouth till my throat. The gentle twitches and throbs of his cock sent shivers down my body. He tried to stay still with only a gentle grip back on my hair petting my hair a few times. 

Secondo was always someone who controlled everything about themselves. He never fidget he never looked nervous. He was always so still so confident. But at this moment it's almost like he lost control of his body. 

As I picked up the pace the more his hips would buckle forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I slowly slide his out of my mouth I swirled my tongue around once more leaving a wet kiss on his tip. He broke our gaze his head leaning back on the couch husky breaths and loud moans is all that filled the room. Knowing someone would hear. I released his grip from his cock and began to stroke sloping sucking on his tips. “Fucking hell” The only words he was able to form in the few minutes. “How are you new to this” he groaned his free hand grabbing onto the couch his grip so hard his hand became white. “Fucking wonderful”. His other hand stroked my hair. The further his cock slide into my mouth the more control he lost his hips buckling his grip tighter. 

“I’m gonna cum” he breathed forcing his gaze back to mine. I slowly slide his cock out his tip still remaining between my lips. “Cum papa” I whispered while I left wet kisses around his cock. “On your chest can I cum” He asked while taking his cock in the hand that grabbed the chair. “Yes papa” I nodded staring down at my breasts my hardening nipples wanting more. “Your fucking wonderful” he reached over planting a kiss on my lips. I kissed back pulling myself up to deepen the kiss. He slides the hand from my hair to my neck pushing me in closer. His makeup smudging from the sloppy kiss. Moans still escaping as he stroked his cock. 

“Oh my” He groaned pulling from the kiss. He stood up now towering over me. He was already tall when I stood straight but on my knees, he was daunting looking. Sexy looking. With his cock inches from my lips. I swirled my tongue once more around his cock. “Your chest is that ok” He asked again I nodded staring right up at him. 

Not even a second after he asked the loudest moan came from him his one free hand back on my hair pushing me closer to him. His hips buckled his cock twitching then cum shot out onto my breasts loads of cum landing. “Fuck” He growled stroking his cock watching as the last of the cum slowly dripped onto my nipples. “You did amazing,” He said kneeling down to reach my height. I stared down at my chest wiping a finger across to feel the cum. He breathed watching as I brought my finger to my lips sucking my finger clean. “Don't do this to me” He whispered reaching over for a towel that laid across the couch. “What papa,” I asked watching as he wiped the cum from my breasts. “You're teasing me”. I chuckled both of us out of breath. I watched as he wiped the rest off before throwing it in the bin. “I don't do such thing” I replied standing up from my kneel. He stared up this time me being taller than him. His staring up at me was more of a turn-on than it should have been. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” He asked stroking my thigh with his hand. “Yes sir if I get all my work done” I replied like work was more important than what was happening at this moment. All I did was pleasure him and the heat in me craved him. “The helping sisters don't receive anything but your wet tells me you deserve it” His fingers slowly going over my lace. My breath hitch feeling his fingers slowly glide around. “I’ll be free” I moaned. I watched as he stood up back to towering over me. He slide my lace to the side slowly sliding a finger in. I grasped onto him as he began to slowly move in and out. “Tomorrow will be fun” He whispered his hot breath on my neck as he left a sloppy kiss. 

Tomorrow will be fun. 

[ghouljett]

Secondo Emeritus

Finally had time to do something a little more detailed and rendered last night. Still working myself back up to doing large-scale fully rendered pieces again.

[s00fia666]

Quick Secondo sketch

[molly-ghuleh]

Could you possibly do “one more kiss? Please?” With Secondo? :)

Kiss Prompts: "One more kiss? Please?"

Secondo x reader

SFW! Contains: Grumpy Secondo, fluff, kisses (obvs), coffee, use of 'piccolina'

Of course anon! Thank you for requesting <3

You could tell Secondo had woken up on the wrong side of the bed from the moment you opened your eyes. Something about him is off. The steam rising from the shower and flowing through the crack in his bathroom door in wispy tendrils seems to emanate a negative aura, despite the his sweet-smelling body wash.

Your Papa needs a pick-me-up, and you know just the thing.

Being as silent as you can so as to surprise him, you dress in the shirt he'd hastily discarded last night and your underwear which had been torn off you even faster. You pad your way over to the kitchen and begin to prepare him a cup of coffee.

Secondo is a very particular man about his coffee--only the best whole beans from Colombia, freshly ground for every cup he makes, and a splash of his favorite sweet cream from the local farmer's market. He owns the best coffeemaker in the entire Abbey--better than the ones in the kitchens, and far better than the Keurig in the Clergy's break room. In desperate situations when he makes himself a cup from a coffee pod, he always grimaces at the taste. What do they put in these things, eh? Dirt?

You smile when you hear the shower turn off. He'll be out of the bathroom soon, dressed in only his pants and a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned. That outfit is your favorite of his. It makes you so hot for him that he might as well just walk out completely naked.

The coffee begins to brew into a plain black travel mug.

You wish you could make him breakfast, too. But Secondo never has time for it, preferring instead to hold you for a little longer after his alarm goes off, rather than get out of bed and leave you to wake up alone.

"That smells good," Secondo says as he emerges from the bathroom. His voice is groggy and low and his footsteps drag as he strides into the kitchen. As you predicted, you can see a stripe of skin from his collarbones to the waist of his pants. A dark line of hair trails down from his navel and disappears below his belt. Despite his shirt blocking most of the light, you can see a few lingering drops of water glistening on his skin.

Satan, give me strength, you pray.

You bring your gaze up to his face. "It's for you," you tell him. The coffee finishes brewing and you remove the mug from underneath the nozzle. Moving towards the fridge to find the glass bottle of sweet cream, you continue, "I can tell you're not in the best mood this morning." As you move back towards the mug, Secondo intercepts you. He gently takes the cream from your hand and places it on the counter with a clink, then brushes the loose hair away from your face. He tilts your head up towards him with gentle hands. "What would I do without you?" He says, softer than is usual for him, and something inside you screams that he's saying the words he has yet to tell you since you began seeing each other.

"Suffer, probably," you quip with a little grin.

Secondo releases a huff that's supposed to be a laugh. He leans down and kisses you, still cradling your face in his hands. The smell of his cologne mixes with the aroma of the coffee to create a blend of just him. "Thank you, piccolina," he mutters against your lips.

He tries to pull away but your fists clutch his open shirt. "One more kiss? Please?" You practically beg. Not because you need it (although you cherish his kisses more than anything), but because he does.

He is in a very strange mood, you decide, because he doesn't hesitate to grant you one more kiss. And then another, and another. Usually Secondo would grumble about being late, and then kiss you anyway. But this morning he showers your lips in little pecks and smooches with no regard for how late he may or may not be.

Eventually though, he does pull away, and you let him. His coffee will get cold if you don't put the lid on the mug.

As Secondo turns to screw the lid on, you wrap your arms around him and press yourself against his back. "Try to have a good day, okay?" You mumble against his shoulder blade.

Secondo unwraps your arms so he can turn around in your hold. "What would make my day go well," he says lowly, placing his lips against the sensitive skin below your ear, "is if you visited my office at lunch."

You chuckle despite your legs suddenly feeling rather weak. "Yes, Papa."