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cosmic-kaden · 1 month

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Oh Bite Me! (MDNI+18)

Ship: Matt x Kaden (I HATE THIS MAKE HIM GO AWAY /lh /j)

Words: 1,592 (helpmeeeee)

cw: Play wrestling and biting. Public whimpering?? (killme/j)

Summary: Kaden makes an off hand comment. Matt takes it literally and gets a lovely surprise.

Note: If you aren't a self-shipper please dni I have anxiety. lol

WHY IS THIS MAN WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A JOKE F/O MAKING ME FEEL THINGS I SHOULDN'T BE FEELING WITH HIM >: c FUCK! THIS IS ALL BROOKE'S FAULT! /LH (I'm blaming you and your ask on my other blog shhhhh lol)

ok 2 rb or whatever hhhhhh // banners by Cafekitsune and benkeibear

'Oh shit! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I do!? What do I say!? I should run? Yeah, run. Take off!'

Kaden's head was reeling, their cheeks flushed and their heart beating rapidly in their chest. It actually felt like their heart was about to explode. Kaden turned on their heel to see him, staring wide-eyed at you, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Kaden swallowed thickly.

"What was that?" He asked and Kaden wanted to die inside.

Matt and Kaden were just being goofs together. It wasn't unusual for these two to get into random playful "fights" which weren't fights in the slightest, more like playful wrestling matches over silly things like withholding keys and stuff, taunting the other to 'come get it' today was no different.

Kaden had taken his keys and taunted him until they were a mess of limbs on the couch, Matt managed to get on top of them and pinned them down on their stomach. Kaden had the keys clutched tightly against their chest so if Matt really wanted them he would have to dig them out.

"You're lucky I'm being nice and not using my full strength" Matt grinned.

It was all very light-hearted and playful! That was until Kaden made an off-handed comment, it was something they just said without thinking much of it, they didn't think he'd literally do it.

"Oh bite me!"

"Well If you insist~" Matt didn't know! He was just being playful!

Kaden was trying to squirm out from under him and told him no, do not bite them!!

They were laughing because yeah, they were having fun. Kaden managed to squeeze out from under him and stood to their feet but Matt was quick, he sprang up from the couch and wrapped his arms around Kaden's upper arms, trapping their arms against the sides of their body, he pulled them in flush against him, their back collided with his chest when Matt let out a playful growl and bit into the junction of Kaden's shoulder and neck it was a playful bite but it was also hard, he used some force when he clamped down on their skin which caused Kaden to accidentally let out a low moan.

They both froze. Matt detached his mouth from Kaden and Kaden's expression was nothing less than horrified. So this was where they were right now, Kaden inhaled deeply they wanted to eject themselves into space, Kaden you dumb fuck…

"W-What was what?" Kaden tried their best to feign innocence even though they both knew what just happened. Kaden's eyes flicked up to Matt's only to see that his face was equally as flushed.

"I was expecting a cry? A yell? ….you…" Matt shuffled on his feet, the confidence he once had from playing around had disintegrated and he looked a little shy.

'Oh god, I made him uncomfortable!' Kaden was mentally slapping themselves, they glanced away. This relationship was still somewhat fresh and while they've done stuff together they haven't gotten too intimate with each other, not enough to find out what kinks the other person had.

"I..uh…" Kaden fell silent, they didn't know what to say, they just knew they wanted to run away and try to stop their face from wanting to explode. This was terrible!

"So you're kinda a freak?" Matt said bluntly, his voice holding a hint of playfulness to it and Kaden's attention drew to him, they looked at him in shock only to see Matt with a rather smug little smirk on his face. "My lover is a freeeeeeak~" Matt grinned, grabbing Kaden's arm, pulling them into him.

"I am not!!!" Kaden flailed and Matt grinned, resuming his position before, wrapping his arms tight around Kaden.

"You are~" Matt chuckled lowly.

"S-Shut up!" Kaden laughed softly.

"Now to use my powers for good or evil~" Matt teased, as he dipped his head down, nudging his head under Kaden's chin as he placed soft kisses along their jawline. Kaden's face felt like it was going to burst and their breathing hitched when they felt him reach their neck.

He pulled away and grinned widely when he heard Kaden let out a little whine. Matt was quick and snatched his keys out of Kaden's hand and Kaden was standing there dazed and stunned.

"I win~" Matt dangled his keys in front of Kaden's face and smiled widely.

"Son of a bitch! you cheated!" Kaden snapped when their brain caught up with them.

"Hey, it's not my fault you got distracted. It's also not my fault you get horny when you get bit~" Matt winked playfully and Kaden had to walk away from the situation, they simultaneously wanted to jump him and smack him, and their reaction made Matt laugh.

Kaden ended up being distracted the entire day because of that little stunt from Matt. The part he bit was tender, he used a good amount of force behind that bite, Kaden brought their fingers up to the tender area and pressed a little, yup it was very tender and Kaden groaned softly, readjusting in their seat as they tried to compose themselves. They were at work, they couldn't think of that right now!

At the end of the day, Kaden was collecting their things when Matt surprise back hugged them and Kaden smiled, their hand coming up to ruffle a bit of his blonde hair.

"Hi Matt~"

"You done?" Matt kissed their cheek and pulled away from them.

"Yes, I'm free finally~" Kaden chuckled. It was the same thing every day, Matt would always find them and the first thing he did was hug them. Despite Matt's anger issues with other people when they arose he was actually incredibly sweet.

Kaden turned on their heel when Matt pulled away so they could face him, the corridor was somewhat loud with people talking amongst themselves as everyone was leaving work for the day. Matt glanced around. "Not too many people.." he mumbled.

Kaden tilted their head, a quizzical expression tugging their face. "hm? No there usually isn't..why?" Kaden raised an eyebrow. "Matt. Whyyyy?" Kaden asked, their voice holding a bit of suspicion.

"Well, you know…" Matt reached out and grabbed Kaden by their hips, pulling them into him. Kaden flushed a little but wrapped their arms loosely over his shoulders, they looked up at him and chuckled softly. What in the hell was he up to?

That's when Kaden felt themselves being pushed back, they nearly tripped and had to move their feet quickly to keep up with Matt, their back collided with the wall and Kaden groaned softly. "Matt," Kaden said sternly, their eyes locking with his.

His brown eyes glimmered with a hint of mischievous intent. "I've made a decision.." His voice was low, only enough for Kaden to hear as he moved in closer to them, he planted a firm quick to their lips that left Kaden feeling momentarily lightheaded.

"A-And that is?" Kaden asked breathlessly, their body once again heating up like they did earlier in the day.

Matt grinned, peppering small kisses along their jaw and down their neck, his lips pressed against the tender spot from earlier where he had bit, his grin only widening when Kaden let out a soft whimper. This was embarrassing, thankfully everyone was too caught up in their conversations to see the two at the end of the corridor.

"I think I'll use my power for evil.." Matt breathed against the spot.

"Remember to be quiet now~" Matt hummed, his one hand going up to Kaden's mouth before he sunk his teeth into the same spot he did before except this time he bit and he bit hard. Kaden's hands gripped the fabric of his uniform tightly, their eyes screwing tightly shut as they felt that familiar shiver of pleasure wracks through their body.

Matt pulled them flush against him as he began to suck at their flesh, Kaden could absolutely feel his arousal pressed up against their leg and Kaden whimpered against his hand. Matt finally let go of their skin, bringing his hand off their mouth as he lightly kissed the now-darkening purple mark on their skin.

He straightened his posture as Kaden's fists unballed from from uniform. He admired the look on Kaden's face, their cheeks flushed, their chest heaving, their lips parted and their eyes glazed over.

A small smug smirk graced his lips but it soon turned into surprise and laughter when Kaden grabbed him, dragging him off to the nearest janitorial closet. "Can't wait till we get back to your place?"

Kaden slammed the closet door behind them and kissed him hard, it was messy full of teeth and tongue. "You pull a stunt like that again and I'll fucking kill you.." Kaden moaned against his lips, their hands already finding their way to the zipper on his jumper, pulling it down as their mouth travelled down his neck.

"I pull a stunt like that again and I'm sure you'l-- a-ah.." Matt hissed through his teeth, his eyes screwing shut, Kaden gave him a taste of his own medicine in the exact spot where he had marked them. They sucked his flesh and moaned teasingly against him when they heard him groan softly.

Matt surprised himself with how he was reacting to Kaden's bite. "T-Touche.." Matt moaned softly as Kaden's hand went lower, making a point to gently scratch over his abdomen with their nails, not enough to draw blood or hurt him.

"G-Guess we're both freaks now huh~?"

I ain't tagging ANYONE my face is going to fucking combust, goodbye >///<

#[screams into my hands] MY FACE IS ON FIRE AND I HATE IT! I HATE THIS GUY! HE'S UGH- /affectionate #Okay to rb but I won't expect it! sldkjflsdf #mdni!!!#18+ mdni #mdni #not minors allowed #not for minors #cw: suggestive #tw: suggestive #long post

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everythingbutresolved · 2 years

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Hear hear! I recently (two nights ago) re-watched Midnight Mass (no, I don't have a life outside work, I collect meme and buy books I don't have time to read) so yesterday night, instead of: finish the WIP I should have ended a month ago / sleep / read a real book / sleep / call a friend / sleep...you get it, I pulled a late night fic session. This monster is the result. I'm not responsible for the incomprehensible parts and typos, my Hamish-rotten brain is.

I hope you'll enjoy:

Thirst / AO3

Characters: Father Paul (M) / Reader (F)

Tags: minors away! / vampirism / self-harm / Father Paul is a tall menace / Bev is Bev / catholicism f*ucked me up / blasphemous use of religious formulas / blood thirst / the greatest shag you could ever have on a Thursday night in very curious circumstances with a sexy vampire priest / oh yes obviously smut / it means sex / dirty dirty sex

Premise:

You are a parishioner at the time Riley has not been turned yet, but John has, and between his first death and Millie's forced restart_exe he was neck deep in a delusional fantasy, and progressively more unhinged. Joe Collins's death was an act of God, but had to remain an isolated call. Bev arranged a list of loyal disciples that would willingly "offer themselves" for a mysterious purpose. Meanwhile John is hearing the voice of the angel clearer and louder and it is more and more difficult to STOP himself from snap at Sturge, or even Bev, and quench his thirst, quiet the pull from his stomach that turns everything hot and red. The voice that compels him to devour and rip apart, becoming one thing with the light.

If only there was something equally fulfilling...

When Bev asked you to "offer a service to God" the answer was yes, of course, anything for the parish. True, the miracles on Crockett Island were astonishing and the islanders' mood was the beast it had been in years. People smile again and the atmosphere is electrifying. Work is flowing in and you think you can pay the last tranche of debts soon and move to the mainland. But right now, you would do anything to help (and maybe get closer) the charismatic priest who caused so much turmoil among the churchgoers.

His sermons moved you to tears, but the rumble of his voice and his tremendous energy pinned you to the bench at every mass, and the contrast with the gentle, sweet man you meet outside church puzzles you. His ghost follows you home and stays with you at your work desk. You see his pitch black eyes staring at you at communion, when you kneel at his feet and the vision of him pulling your hair back and sliding a thumb in your parted lips murmuring "body of Christ" blurs, and then you rise up on wobbly legs, heat pulsing almost painfully between your legs.

And now you are in the same room with Beverly Keane, and Father Paul, as you know him, and Bev is telling you of the sacrifice of the Lamb and Isaac and how the Almighty would never hurt the true believer for no reason. All you understand is that you have to do it on yourself, and Father Paul is somehow involved. You're sitting in front of each other, you in plain shirt and a short pleated skirt, a rare exception to your usual slacks, Father Paul in skinny jeans that clashed with the white collar on black buttoned up shirt. Like he was wearing the clothes of two different people, or he left the house in a rush before he could decide if today he was Father, late for a parish meeting, or Paul, going on a date.

Bev explains to you that it's just a cut, on the arm or maybe the thigh, eying disapprovingly your naked knees. Against your best intentions, you blush at the thought. Father Paul seems to notice, but his gaze doesn't move from Bev who wants your reassurance about absolute discretion on this encounter.

"I won't tell a soul. So" you look at Father Paul, who is still avoiding eye contact "Can you tell me what and how exactly this is going to happen?"

He is quick to deliver an answer, while stretching his back on the chair. Distracted by the sway of his hips you struggle to focus on words (but for real, those jeans are way too stretch, no surprise he has to spread his legs like that) but you're brought back to reality by the seriousness of his tone.

"You will cut yourself, I suggest the forearm to begin with (your eyes involuntary dart to his slender thighs) something small, please don't severe a finger" He says the last words with a hint of worry that you perceive a bit paternalistic.

A Father all in all.

"And then? You'll collect my...blood or I let it flow or.."

"It will be collected and you will be medicated, Bev will take care of the whole operation. The pain will be minimal and the loss risible. And thank you. God bless your gift."

He sits up and puts a hand on your shoulder and you would never tell anyone but there's a sudden shift in Father Paul's posture, like he's preparing to get closer to you, almost leaning on you, but the voice of Bev captures your attention once again. The woman has the uncanny talent of make you want to curse under breath just to see her stiffen.

"Actually Father, I need to find Sturge before mass starts tonight, he seems to be crossing a rough patch of faith, and my presence is essential. I was going to call Dolly to assist but...you were quite insisting on calling her here tonight and I had no time, the errands on my shoulders are multiplying - not that I'm complaining Father, but with you indisposed it's my responsibility to carry on the parish. I will call for her now, if you excuse me."

"No, I will do it."

"Mons... Father, I don't think it's a good idea. I'm sure Dolly won't mind to help."

" Dolly is too excitable, she almost fainted last time we...asked her contribution. X/You here will follow my instructions and I will help with the medication."

Bev standed still, eyes darting from him to you with apprehension and a hit of annoyance "Are you sure you don't want me to come back then, it will just take a few..."

"It will be fine Bev, my necessities have been taken care of this morning, X/You will be home before dusk, we don't want to bother her more than it's necessary. You can go. Please."

Necessities?

Anyways, hearing his voice dropping two octaves while basically kicking Bev Keane out was enough to make you say yes to whatever was happening there. As long as he kept smiling at you like that.

"Very well, I'll see you in the rectory then. X/You. Father."

The clang of the door echoed loud in the empty hall. Father Paul was standing in front of you (how did he move so fast?) offering you a surgeon knife by the blade, a brass goblet in the other hand.

Not something you expect from a regular Thursday night.

"I'll keep this underneath your arm, close to the skin. We'll count till 100 and then you'll press this gauze on the cut. I'll tie a knot on with a bandage and then you'll go home." He stops and looks straight at you, arms crossed on his chest. He shines another boyish smile and a rush of blood pulls to your core, giving you heart-flutters. He must have noticed the sudden reddening of your cheeks because he steps closer, towering over you, an alarmed expression on his face. "You don't have to be scared, it will be quick and almost painless. Trust me."

Embarrassed at your own bodily reaction, you mentally thank God for making Father Paul think you are suddenly freaking out. Although you are, a little.

"I know I promised to not make a word of this but I need to know it. Who is this for? Is it you? Has it something to do with your stomach bug and your fainting? Are you ill?"

He's so close you can smell his lavander soap and a musky scent underneath, and curiously, he seems to be doing the same with you. His voice becomes a murmur, so low you can feel it reverberating in your chest.

"There are many things I need to explain, X/You, to you, to the parishioners, and all will be revealed in God's time. All the mysteries we have been confided in, the Lord's blessings and the marvelous things coming soon on this island. Yes, I've been ill and I'm still...recovering. In my prayers I ask God to cast his light on me and he answered me with such strenght and clarity I can only obey his wish. He shows me who to enter in communion with, to share his light with, and I follow his commandments."

You're both standing now, his hands are hanging loose, the goblet strangled in one hand while he delivers the most absurd monologue you've ever heard. His words make no sense but the vulnerability he's showing is drawing you closer to him.

"What do you mean for enter in communion?"

He shuffles on his feet, visibly indecisive before shrugging off a thought.

"Eat and drink these, cause it is my blood and my flesh, offered in sacrifice to you. Transubstantiation. I enter more in contact with God the more I let him operate through me."

The realization pours on you, freezing you on the spot

"You're drinking their blood?" The question is so absurd you can't believe your own voice. Father Paul widens his eyes in a pleading expression, the face of innocence.

"I saw you, at mass." What the?...

You involuntary blush, again. You just heard him confessing something too crazy to be true, a telepathic priest is going to be the final straw. Did he notice your gaze lingering too long on his thick mane, or how you seemed always the last to leave church, so that you could savory the thrill of being alone with him, even if for few moments, in the dim lit hall?

"The people that are offering their help, giving me...nourishment, they all look like you do."

"Concerned and frankly confused?"

"Hopeful". A short intake of breath, then Father Paul closes the gap between you two and you are almost knocked off by the quiet strenght he exudes. The man in front of you has decided to abandon all his previous masks and open up to you. He's demanding, no, pretending all your attention and you can't refuse. Large hands land on your shoulders and almost cover your collarbone.

"You come to church almost every day, and each time you go home restored, the word of God soothing your pains and worries. I see the light of faith shining brighter, your steps lighter. I know your story, X/You, it hasn't been easy to come back here after so many years, weaving the strings of your life in a tolerable shape. Always kind, always looking for a hint of hope. I see that. Your heart can't lie, not even now. You don't have to be lonely anymore"

You can hear you own heartbeats muting your thoughts, and it's with incredible difficulty that you stop your traitor body from lean closer and dwell in Father Paul's embrace, but somehow you resist.

"Sounds a lot like a hunter who studies a prey before asking them to cross the street blindfolded."

Father Paul lets you go all at once and you curse yourself for missing the warmth of his palms on your arms but you stand and watch him sitting back on the chair. His expression is indecipherable, but the energy in the room is long from faded. What is worse, you don't want to get out of there either, whatever is happening, his focus on you is intoxicating. The mention of your lack of close friends on the island stings though, and you wonder if he's aware of your "other" loneliness, although as a priest he already heard your confession.

Your secrets.

Sure, you didn't adventure into details, but c'mon, he could be crazy but he can read a room.

"There's a theory that some animals are more willing to face the unknown for the benefit of the rest of the pack. They trust their intuition. There could be a monster on the other side of the valley or the Elysian Fields, they can only hope and pray to their god. What is your gut telling you? Complete honesty, X/You, I am being honest, right now, with you."

"Is it true? You're really convinced God has a plan for all of us, and you are, what, his executioner?"

"I'm just a humble missionary"

"You seem quite confident for a man who didn't dare to look me in the eye when you meet me outside of church"

His eyes sparkle mischievously, palms up in sign of surrender.

"It was not my intention to offend you, but you should know how overwhelming your energy is. Since my...dizzy spell I became quite sensitive about other people's presence. You, young lady, could fill a room with the strenght of your emotions. I see you sitting in the same pew day after day and I know you want to believe. I see your desire. I see all of your desires. I know this is so much all at once but I ask you to open up and listen. Open yourself up to hope, have courage. Or you will sit on that bench all your life waiting for someone to decide for you"

It's the quietest your internal fire alarms have been since Bev left the room, and you take a deep breath before walking the short distance that divides you from Father Paul, invading the space between his parted legs and looking down on him, a curious feeling of empowerment filling you to the troath. Ready or not, here you come.

"If it's so hard to be in my company, explain why you have invited ME here, when you have avoided to be alone with me for more than few minutes. Well, apart from confession."

"Apart from confession." He smiles, locking your eyes without showing willingness to move from a frankly awkward position. Your knees are grazing his thighs, sending sparks down deep to your core. You feel yourself losing power in that stare, and for a moment you accept to believe the frankly batshit crazy story you've been told.

"If it's true I want to see it. You need my blood? Show me it is true and maybe I'll believe"

"You want proof? Put your finger in my chest, see the sign of the nails in my hands? We really do not have to go that way"

"From what you've told me you are the one who is gonna stick his teeth in my wrist. Why wasting any nourishment when you can drink from the tap?"

You see his eyes darkening, and wonder if the promised land is, in fact, a schoolbus that's gonna crush your stupid rabbit head.

"I don't want to hurt you"

You grab the blade on the chair behind you, and before you have time to think again you sink it into your arm just above the wrist and pull, praying you have not signed your death certificate. The blood is darker that you expected, and immediately starts to drip on the linoleum.

"C'mon Father, drink".

He's on you in a second, locking you arm with both hands, and the the look he gives you is one of pure amazement, and you did not know what to expect except pain, but the mouth on your cut is almost reverent, and the sound of his tongue lapping and sucking your bloody wrist is so obscene that you hear yourself moan, shocked by the sudden intimacy and the (not painful, not exactly) motion of suction, alternate by the swallowing sounds. You run your hand through Paul's curls, mimicking the rythm of his lapping. Your arousals scares you for its intensity, and your knees decide you had enough for the day and give up. Paul is immediately holding you while you slump on the ground without breaking contact with your skin. His long legs keep up your torso, and you don't protest when a large hand wraps around your naked thigh, your skirt lifted up your waist. Everything is indecent in the picture you're in. The unnatural feeding is simultaneous to the seductive way his fingers slide up under the hem of your skirt, grazing the silky fabric of your underwear. You shove your hips against the hand pinning you down (oh how many times you have imagined him stepping down the altar and doing this), begging for pressure.

It's grotesque. And it's the most erotic thing that has ever happened to you.

A loud pop and a low groan come from the place where Paul's head is, and you shiver when you feel his tongue lapping your sore arm, cleaning the wounds as a mother cat would do with her kitten.

"Don't stop. I...can take more."

Father Paul ignores your embarrassing plea, and retrieves a handkerchief that he clumsily knots around your wrist. His shoulders are tense, hair tousled, eyes dark as night-sky, gleaming gold in the fluorescent light.

He's himself and something else. He's the gorgeous man who you first saw in a golden chasuble, and he's also a wild animal caught in the moonlight. A part of him that clearly wants to devour you. You clench at the thought.

"This should be enough to stop the bleeding. It will heal soon, you'll see."

His mouth is smeared with your blood and you have to represse the urge to lick it off him.

"Thank you for letting me show you. Are you still scared?"

It's only then that he regains consciousness of his hand still browsing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, but when he does, he doesn't move it. Your head is light, you skin burning with want. This is madness, and you're Alice all the way through the mirror. You put your hand on his and guide it over your sex, which ached at the light pressure. The sharp intake of breath is followed by a shifting on the spot, like he is trying to find a more comfortable position.

"So you were never afraid then. You heard His voice too, although the message may differ."

Still cradling between his legs, you run your hands to his shoulders and wrap them behind his neck, fingers digging in the luscious mane.

"I think you owe me a more complete explanation, but before that, I need you to hear this." You pull yourself closer, murmuring in his ear "I'm not afraid of you, Father. In fact, I think you haven't finished feeding yet".

With those words you are signing a contract that you don't know if you will ever be able to fulfill, but before the bus stomps you, or you find the promised land, if the World is crazier than to you have ever thought, there's still one thing you want. And you're not letting it go.

The man you learned to call Father Paul, who just drank your blood and can hear your heartbeat, pulls you against his chest, groaning in the crook of your neck, and for a moment you think he's gonna rip you apart, but then he gently lays your shivering body down and covers you head to toe with his. The strength with which you're manhandled makes you hold your breath in anticipation, and when he rips open your shirt and hums at the sight of your exposed flesh you're not so sure anymore of how this story will end. You remember something, and surprise yourself with an embarrassing confession:

"One night, not long ago, I was walking home and I couldn't stop my feet from heading towards church. I stand there hours summoning the courage to knock at your door."

"I know, I heard you. Your heart drum the most fascinating melody. You didn't knock though."

"I knocked once and then I ran. I hoped you would think is was just a bird."

"I was curious to see what you'd do. What did you want?"

"I...wanted to see you. Alone. I didn't know if it was the mentor that I needed, or the man"

"And if I had answered it?" Dexterous fingers exploring your body, opening zippers and removing every barrier to your skin.

"After opening the door and let me in, I'd have shut the door behind and followed you. I'd bring you near the desk. You'd leant back on it while I kneeled and worked your trousers open. I'd look up at you lick my lips and you'd let me take you in my mouth."

Pants and bra are the last items to go, leaving you at the mercy of Paul, who is stroking you like a soft, delicate pet. When you move your hands to touch yourself, desperate for contact, he twists your arms under your back, and keeps you in that constraining position while he discards his own clothes and you're both finally naked.

"I'd run my tongue up and down and swallow every inch of you until you are a mess and beg in my name."

"I can say it now, X/You. And beside, that is not how I intend to fill you up, deepening our communion."

You arch your back, trying to establish more satisfying contact. You feel his muscles tensing, thrusting his whole body against yours as he pushes your legs apart and grabs the back of your thighs, aligning himself to your entrance. The head of his cock finds your throbbing cunt, wet by unhinged thoughts that keep shaping in your mind.

Of all the things you want to do to him.

Of all the things you pray he does to you.

Paul lifts his head to the ceiling, eye closed, unmoving, trembling.

"Forgive me Lord for I am going to follow your commands which are ineffable and as you teach me every day revealing your great and mysterious plan. For if I am going to sin is to surrender to - oh my god - your greatest purpose and through communion getting closer to you. Amen"

The curse that followed would have been hilarious if it was not that Paul had started to meticulously stretch you open, each thrust a bit deeper, until his cock is shoved in till the groin. The pleasure is so exquisite you start sobbing.

Only then Paul puts his mouth on yours in a soft kiss, and you can taste copper on his tongue. His golden, mesmerizing eyes are fixed in yours, but they are not asking for permission.

"Amen" is all you say, and it begins.

He starts fucking you ruthlessly, chasing friction. You shift lower down on the floor and he takes the hint, pushing your legs up using the new angle to sink all the way in, fingers marking your ass in the same way a lion uses his claws to claim his mate. He's already close, and so are you, but you don't want this to be over yet. You couldn't overpower him in your wildest dream, his body weight enough to crush you if he wasn't careful, and you are realising the chasuble hid a rock-solid body, muscle tensing the glistening skin. He suddenly slows down the rythm, letting your legs down, limp and useless, and slides an arm under your back, pressing your clit in a maddeningly slow, deepening hips swaying.

"Since we're in this together, let's take our time, uh?" His kisses are long and sensual now, and you don't even notice anymore the rusty lingering taste "I can feel your desire, your blood pressure rising, the sensitive peripheral nerves flooded with electricity. Every part of you reacts to my touch, it's delightful. Your need is so strong I can smell it."

Pleasure and frustration take you over in waves, sending sparks to your mounting peak.

"What does it smell like?"

"Iron. Pheromones. Something sweeter from your cunt, like ripe cherries. The salt on your skin evaporating on mine. Your desire is sticky, I won't get it off me for weeks"

"I hope so. My blood is inside you, now I want you to make me forget about it and fuck me like it's my last wish. And like it's the only thing you need right now."

The look he gives you turns you even more delirious, making you clench hard around his length. One hand busy caressing your troath, Paul uses the other to sustain your arching back and finally fuck you thoroughly, each thrust hitting an exquisite spot that is making you see stars under your shut lids.

"It's a good thing I didn't answer that night, X/You." You dwell in the sound of his voice, so gentle and menacing at the same time, like a distant rumble announcing a storm "You most certainly would have had what you were looking for but..."

You groan at the thought, and you pull Paul's fingers to your mouth, sucking his index and feeling the heat pooling in your sex when he moans.

"But I'm not sure I would have been able to control myself. You see, even now, with you like this, begging me to make you come, full, satiated, all I want is to bite you again. Feed again." He stops and closes his eyes, hard, fast thrusts hitting your spot.

"Paul" he opens his eyes and the glimmer gives you an involuntary shiver "If you can control yourself, and you have shown me you can, then do it. Bite me."

He stops moving altogether, one hand cupping your neck

"It is a sin... indulging in...I will not stop. I could not stop."

"Feel my heart" you bring his hand on your breast, cupping his face with the other. "I'm not afraid, Paul. I want it. I want you."

With a swift move he lifts you up and makes you sit on him, impaling you deeper than before but letting you room for movement. You immediately start grinding on his cock, finally feeling the pressure getting ready to be released. Murmuring something that sounded like a prayer, Paul makes a fist of your matted hair, exposing the gentle curve of your neck.

"Paul -oh god - I am going to finish soon if you keep...oh"

The bite is more painful than the cut, but somehow you know he hasn't sunk deep. The obscene sucking sound is accompanied by Paul's arms pressing you closer, bringing both of you over the brim and back for a few hot-white minutes.

When you come back to your senses, Paul is delicately mending your neck, expression oscillating between exhaustion and gratitude.

He kisses you. And you think you're crying but it's him, murmuring soft-spoken in your ear secrets and prayers.

The only part you can grasp of this litany sounds like "Here, here, my beautiful sin."

🖤🖤🖤

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