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Copia rubs your thigh with a cotton swab soaked in rubbing alcohol.
“You sure you do not want me to do your ass?” he teases, giving your thigh a fond pat. You roll your eyes at the Cardinal.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Copia’s face brightens. “Of course I would, my little dove. A nice hunk of ass to…” he squeezes the air with a leather glove. “ Grab .”
“You’re lucky you even get to see a glimpse of my ass,” you mutter. You can’t help but be a little grumpy. You used to be able to do your T shots on your own, but recently, it had become more challenging. Truth be told, it was hard to administer a shot when your mind was full of racing thoughts, unrelated to the task at hand. Zig-zagging back and forth, one thing to the next. It made your palms sweaty and your hands shake.
So, now you find yourself in a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of boxers at the mercy of the Cardinal. You sighed and watched Copia from your position on the bed. Two pillows tucked behind your back, propping you up while your legs were across Copia’s lap. You watched him carefully draw out the honey-like substance from the vial of testosterone.
“It is okay to ask for help once in a while,” Copia murmurs. He has stopped teasing now, sensing that he may have hit a sore spot-- figuratively.
He taps the syringe, making sure that there are no air bubbles trapped within the shot. His mismatched eyes flicker to you and he offers you an awkward smile. You smile back and reach out, placing your hand on his arm. You run your fingers along the black, velvet blazer, focusing on the sensation.
“I did ask, didn’t I?”
“Mmm, you did.” he agrees, a little distracted now that he has your shot prepped. “And I am proud."
You swallow the lump in your throat, choosing not to respond.
"Ah. You may look away now,” he warns gently.
You turn your head to the wall, focusing on the little posters you put up from home. Copia massages your thigh and finds a good spot.
“So. This testosterone business… makes you pretty hairy, eh?” he tries to find something to talk about to distract you.
“I like it,” you say, matter of fact. You shut your eyes when the needle pierces your flesh. A quick pinch and an odd sensation when Copia quickly pushes down on the plunger. Your body hair was something you treasured. You found nothing odd about being proud of it, if anything you found it... endearing. And you hoped he did too.
“Maybe I should start calling you my little werewolf,” Copia says with a chuckle. He takes another cotton swab and presses it against the injection site.
You turn and look at your leg. Copia glances at you and you push his hand out of the way so you can press down on the cotton ball. As carefully as he can, he moves from the bed, lifting your legs from his lap so he can dispose of the needle.
"Why... are you hoping I bite you?" you tease.
Copia smirks. "I was hoping more along the lines of... eating me." he pats his ass for emphasis.
You chuck the cotton ball at his head and he ducks. It bounces of the wall and lands in the waste bin.
“Nice shot.”
“Thought I’d show off since you’re here.” you grin.
Copia’s smile has yet to leave his face as he gestures to the bed. “May I?”
You pull your legs back and move to sit up to give him more space but he makes a noise that you assume means he wants you to stay comfortable.
“It is fine, I don’t mind your legs on my lap.”
The bed dips once more and he sits down. He brings your legs back across thighs.
“Thank you,” he says.
You quirk a brow. “For what?”
“For trusting me with this.”
“Ah,” you shrug. “It’s nothing. I should be the one thanking you! It’s… kind of nice.”
“Oh? Would you like me to come back next week to do your shot again?”
Your heart fluttered at the thought. An act you simply thought of as part of your routine suddenly felt more intimate… more endearing.
“Yeah,” you say. “I’d like that. I'd like that a lot.”