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An arm reaches out to grab Vhedalis around the waist, pulling him back from the window ledge he’d been about to leap from; instead, it holds him fast to its owner’s body. Warmth floods his cheeks as he realizes he’s been caught.
“Not getting away from me this time,” his captor’s voice murmurs, breath hot on his ear. He shudders.
“How long have you known I was avoiding you?”
The question is an admission Arvain doesn’t need, but laughs softly at regardless. “Since the start. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice someone as bright as you jumping out of windows and ducking around corners?”
“Can you blame me for hoping?”
“Depends.” Vhedalis feels Arvain’s muscles flex as he shrugs, refuses to acknowledge the way it’s turning him on - this is a church, after all. “Why avoid me at all?”
“Ah,” Vhedalis chuckles. “Now that would be telling.”
“I’m sure I can think of a way to make you talk,” Arvain murmurs, head dropping to mouth at Vhedalis’s shoulder.
Vhedalis shudders again, letting out a small whimper. “Should - should we be doing this here? The priests-”
“Have gone home for the day. No one else is here.” His free hand moves to cup Vhedalis’s breast through the scarlet, sunburst-adorned corset.
Vhedalis’s next words give him pause, though. “So you’re just going to fuck me right here in the hallway, then?”
Arvain considers. Reconsiders. “Come with me.”
He releases Vhedalis, instead taking him by the wrist and setting off down the hallway - there’s a small part of him that’s darkly pleased when Vhedalis obediantly follows, but Arvain’s had enough practice staunchly not thinking about it while letting it go straight to his cock instead. He slows to a stop as he pulls Vhedalis in front of the church altar.
Vhedalis looks down at the altar, then back to Arvain with one perfectly arched brow. “What, are you going to pray forgiveness for almost sinning - hey!” He cuts off with a yelp as Arvain picks him up by the waist with both hands, hefting him onto the altar.
Arvain smiles as Vhedalis stares at him, open-mouthed, red from his freckled cheeks all the way to his pointed ears. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Aren’t you? Because this is a really weird and sexually charged kind of way to let a guy down.”
Arvain shrugs, still smiling. “You think you’ve earned my cock?”
Vhedalis lets out a strangled noise and stares at him for a moment. “It should be illegal to talk like that in a church.”
“I’m a priest, I can speak however I like to my flock.”
“Oh, good, he’s a priest, too,” Vhedalis mumbles, burying his face in his hands. Slightly louder, albeit now muffled, he asks, “When did I join your flock, anyways?”
Arvain considers this. “You’re right, actually. You’re not. That’s fine, though - we’re here to bless the meal.”
“What meal…?”
Vhedalis trails off as Arvain suddenly squeezes between his legs, crowding against him as he sits on the edge of the altar. Hands slide up his thighs, pushing up his miniskirt as they come to rest on his hips, thumbs working gentle circles into his skin.
“Oh,” he croaks.
Arvain smiles, leaning in.
Their lips meet, gently, gently - then desire seeps in, and soon it’s a meeting of tongues and teeth, Vhedalis clinging to Arvain’s shoulders with both hands in a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded. It’s not particularly useful - but soon Arvain’s pulling away, pressing his forehead against Vhedalis’s to keep him from trying to continue.
“Do you know your prayers?” It’s a simple question, gently posed, if still bewildering in the moment.
“I-” Vhedalis blinks, frowning briefly. “Yes? I believe so?”
“Good,” Arvain hums. One of his hands begins to trail sideways and downwards, and Vhedalis bites his lip. “I want you to recite with me.”
“Wh- now?” Vhedalis pauses to moan softly as Arvain’s fingers slip past his underwear, one digit pressing into him. “S-seriously?”
The finger begins to move. “Now. Our Mother…”
“W-which art in heaven,” Vhedalis gasps out, rewarded by a feather-light kiss brushed against his cheek.
“Hallowed be thy name,” Arvain murmurs.
Vhedalis mumbles along, hands grasping at Arvain’s shoulders. “Thy kingdom come.”
“Thy will be done-” A second finger presses in alongside the first. “-in earth…”
Vhedalis struggles for a moment to catch his breath, before managing to bite out, “As- as it is in heaven.”
Arvain removes his hand, and kneels. He looks up to lock eyes with Vhedalis as he pushes Vhedalis’s underwear aside with one hand, his thumbs spreading Vhedalis open for him. Vhedalis stares down wide-eyed as Arvain intones, “Give us this day our daily bread.”
There’s a brief pause, as Arvain waits for Vhedalis to take over. “Oh - I - F-forgive us our - oh - trespasses…”
Vhedalis’s voice breaks audibly as Arvain begins to lap at him, long laps turning into targeted laving at his clit.
“...A-as we forgive those who, ah, trespass against us…”
Vhedalis’s fingers wind their way into Arvain’s hair, holding tightly as he attempts to focus through Arvain’s ministrations.
“A-and lead us not into temptation-” A sharp inhale as Arvain’s tongue begins to focus its motions further. “-B-but deliver us from, e-evil. For thine-”
Vhedalis breaks with a moan, and Arvain pulls back briefly, looking up and shaking his head softly. A whimper from above, and Vhedalis returns to his reciting - prompting Arvain to return to Vhedalis’s clit.
“For thine is the kingdom, a-and the power- ah!” Vhedalis cries out again as Arvain redoubles his efforts, drawing him to the edge once more. “A-and the glory.”
Another moan, as Vhedalis begins to shake under Arvain’s tongue.
“F-forever, and ever, a-amen!”
The closing words turn into a cry, rising in pitch as Vhedalis comes undone for Arvain - who continues working even as Vhedalis’s voice cracks and fills the empty hall, hips bucking against Arvain’s hands as they hold him down. It isn’t until Vhedalis’s voice turns hoarse, unable to reach any higher, that Arvain finally pulls back. He stands, surging to reclaim Vhedalis’s lips once more - sharing his taste on his tongue.
When he releases Vhedalis, the other man gazes up at him dizzy and breathless, clinging limply to his shirt.
“...You’re sure I can’t get you to fuck me?” Vhedalis finally manages.
“I didn’t say that,” Arvain smiled. “Only that you hadn’t earned it yet.”
Hope and caution alike light in Vhedalis’s eyes. “And now?”
“And now…” Arvain gazes at him fondly. He leans in again.
Arvain watches as a flash of fire-orange hair disappears through the open window further down the hall, and shakes himself into the present with a sigh. Perhaps if he’d been quicker to find Vhedalis, he’d have been close enough to call out… Ah, well. He had business to attend to, and decidedly unholy thoughts to forget about.
Until tonight, anyways. No one had to know what he thought about in the privacy of his own bedroom.