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It had been four weeks since you had landed on Crockett Island. After years of studying, you wanted to finalize your teachings and take your vows. You had been told to take a trip to Crockett Island and get some experience from the town priest- Monsignor Pruitt. Stepping on the dock felt like entering a whole new world- away from the city and hustle on the mainland. You welcomed the salty air into your lungs. This was going to be easy to adjust to.
Unfortunately, when you had reached the church you had discovered that the monsignor was nowhere to be found- just some scruffy looking priest named Paul. He had a very… confusing aura. He was incredibly kind, and was very enthusiastic about your arrival. However something felt odd. There was a glint in his eye that made you hesitant. A flash of a facade. You were sure it was just nerves.
He took you on a tour throughout the quaint village, rambling on about the history and his job. You couldn’t help yourself from giving into him- his voice was like honey, his words clung to the air moments after he spoke them and you absolutely reveled in it. His presence put you at complete ease. Of course, all of this is merely platonic; it was regular for you to have such feelings of admiration for your teachers. You always looked up to such devoted men of God. How could you not? You couldn’t wait to be considered one of them. Nothing about this is homoerotic.
During the walk it started to rain, so Paul ended the tour early and brought you to your temporary living quarters- it was a beaten up cabin, but it looked cozy. After time you’ve made it into quite the home, turning your living room into a study and otherwise adding bits and pieces of your personality.
“It was such a pleasure to meet you- I hope to see you again before mass this Sunday.”
“Yes, I’d quite like that- perhaps tomorrow, sir?”
“Please, just call me Paul. And yes, that would be lovely.”
Shaking his hand lasted a bit longer than it should have, but you couldn’t make yourself pull away. You watched as he left, snickering when he started to do a little awkward run to get out of the downpour.
Things were going according to plan- you had been helping out with mass alongside Paul, giving him a break throughout as you offered to tell some of the homilies. It wasn’t so easy the whole time though, as you had found that some of the community were… less than bearable. Not to name anybody in particular, but a certain member of the church had been nagging you about every little thing you did wrong. It would’ve bothered you if Paul didn’t always give you such strong praise every time you met. Whether it be the way you speak and carry yourself at mass, to how beautiful and organized your note-taking was. You couldn’t lie, it made you feel a certain way each time. This time wasn’t any different.
“You know, I’ve never heard anyone read the Bible in such a passionate way as you do,” Paul interrupted. It was the day before mass and you two had taken some time to prepare and for you to study. As he sat across the table from you- his head rested in his hands, a black curl laying across his forehead- his face crinkled as he smiled. “You have such a powerful voice. You’re going to make an excellent priest.”
You felt yourself grow a bit shy, just like you always do when he gives such compliments.
“Thank you, Father.” You mumbled as you fidgeted with the corners of your page.
“You know you don’t have to call me that,” he replied. “I think we’re on a first name basis now, don’t you think?”
You gave him a timid grin.
“I know, it just… feels wrong, I suppose.”
He chuckled, reaching over to pat your hand.
“No worries, I understand. Just remember that you don’t have to be so professional with me. You can relax a little.”
You flinched as his hand met yours, feeling a slight warmth reach your face. You looked up to see him staring intently at you with such a genuine smile on his face. You hated to admit it but damn, he was so handsome. The way the bridge of his nose wrinkles and how his crows feet stood out when he smiled made you weak. Maybe this wasn’t totally platonic after all.
The air felt heavy as the moment seemed to last forever. Eventually, he pulled his hand away and you snapped back into reality. Clearing your throat, you move your gaze onto the floor.
“Something wrong?”
You look back at him. His brows furrowed in worry, and holy shit he still looks so handsome. I guess looking away didn’t fix that fact. You hesitated a moment before responding.
“Not at all…” You tapped your fingers on the table anxiously. “I’m just a bit distracted.”
Paul’s gaze never wavered.
“It seems like this is a recurring problem. May I ask what has you so uptight?”
Your heart sank as he spoke. Time went completely still, and you wanted nothing more than to die and rot into the floorboards beneath you.
“I’m…” you paused. “Not sure. I apologize, Father-“
“Oh there’s no need to lie to me.”
Paul stood up and walked over to you, looming over you as you shrunk into your seat. You never noticed how tall he was before.
“And again, you know you don’t need to call me Father. I’m starting to think you just like it, hm?”
Before you could respond, his hands find your shoulders and he lowers himself to your level. His lips meet yours as he digs his nails into your shoulder blades. A whimper escapes your mouth as you bring your arms to his neck, wrapping them around him.
“Paul-“
He pulls away, bringing a hand to your neck.
“Father. You’re going to call me Father. That’s what you wanted, right?”
You let out a whine as his grip around your jugular tightens.
“Answer me.”
Your eyes gaze up to look at him, and you pathetically nod your head.
“Good boy. You learn so easily.”
With that, he pulled you up by your collar. You yelped as he practically shoves you against the couch, closing the space between the two of you again as he starts to nibble at your jawline. Your hands reached his hair as you let out quick and pleasant sighs.
“You… ah, you seem to be… experienced with this…”
“I guess you could say that.”
After finding the perfect spot, he starts sucking on your neck. You disregarded his last comment as you leaned into him, completely lost in the feeling. You’d never felt anything like it.
“Oh my-“
Suddenly, Paul bit into your neck. A high pitched whine escaped your throat, and you tried to shake him off but he wouldn’t budge. You looked at him and noticed a yellow glow to his eyes. You didn’t have time to question it- you didn’t care. The pain soon subsided and as blood trickled from the wound, he lapped it up. He pulls away finally, blood smeared over his lips. As he licks it off, you catch a glimpse of his teeth- sharper than normal. You don’t even get to mention it as you’re stuck there, completely frozen. Your face is almost as red as your blood.
He places a gentle kiss on the mark, relaxing his grip on you.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah… I… think so,”
You gulped. You turned away from him and whispered:
“It felt kind of nice, actually.”
Shocked, he raises his eyebrows at you. Eventually he lets out a soft chuckle, bringing his hands to your shirt to work on getting it off.
“You never fail to surprise me.”
Once unbuttoned, you drop your shirt to the floor and he mouths at your bare chest, leaving a few kisses and bites here and there. As you got used to him using his teeth, you felt yourself getting even more aroused. Somehow that was possible. Your breath caught in your throat each time his teeth brushed up against your skin, and your legs grew weak as you saw the first drops of blood pour out of your wounds. The sensation was more intense than you could have ever imagined.
Eventually Paul stopped, taking a step back to gaze upon his masterpiece. With a devilish grin- which you never knew was possible for such a holy man- he brings a hand to his belt and the other to your face, softly caressing your cheek.
“I want you to show me just how thoroughly you worship- how devoted you truly are. Could you do that for me, darling?”
You bit your lip in anticipation, not fully understanding what he’s saying until you hear the clank of his belt coming off. His jeans followed quickly after, and your eyes landed on his hard-on. You whimpered, taking in the sight in front of you. A wet patch started to form on his boxers, and the fabric strained as it tried to contain him. You couldn’t wait to commit to him.
“Down on your knees, love.” He commanded, and you eagerly obeyed. All of that practice on your knees praying finally proved to be of use. You knelt down, staring directly at his member. You look back up at him for a moment, waiting for his approval to move forward. He gives you a quick nod and you waste no time at all pulling down his underwear. However, you were not prepared at all as his dick sprung out. Your mind went blank- you had no idea what to do. You were a celibate, pure man of God, so of course you’d never been exposed to sexual acts besides the default. You slowly look up at him, silently begging for guidance. Paul starts to giggle, patting your head.
“Let me show you.”
He brings his hand to your jaw, and takes himself in the other.
“Open your mouth, love.”
Confused yet willing to please, you slowly open your mouth.
“Now suck.”
You look back up at him, face contorted in confusion when he suddenly shoves his dick in your mouth. He got a bit impatient, but he was still gentle. You gagged as you adjusted to the feeling. Tears welled in your eyes as you glanced back up at Paul. He ran his hands through your hair, softly massaging your scalp. He let out a shaky breath, biting his lip as he comforted you.
“Th-That’s it… good boy… now start moving when you’re ready… ok?”
After a minute or two, you lowered yourself more onto his member, taking all of him in your mouth. His breath hitched as you slowly pulled off of him, making a small pop sound. Deciding to experiment a bit, you wrap one of your hands around his dick and start stroking him, planting kisses on the tip. His head tilts back as he groans, gripping your hair.
“Aah… that’s it… such a f-fast learner…”
You take him in your mouth once again, bobbing your head and increasing the speed as you got more comfortable. A series of cries left the man above you, and he brought a hand to his mouth to muffle the noise. It was pure music to your ears; you couldn’t help but moan yourself as you sucked him off.
After a while, he pulls you off. He looks down at you, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks flushed. You tilt your head slightly, worried you did something wrong. He senses this.
“I… want to try something else. Is that alright?”
You nod, and he helps you get off the floor. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to the couch and onto it. As soon as you lay down, he crawls on top of you. He looks deep into your eyes, strands of hair sticking to his forehead and his brows creased in want. Slowly, Paul brings a hand to your face- pushing back your hair and gently tracing your features.
“My God, you’re so handsome up close.”
Gently he brought his lips to meet yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. His hands let go of your face eventually and find their way to the hem of your pants. Pulling away, he asks:
“May I?”
“Yes- please, Father.”
You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together in hopes of getting some sort of relief for your own hard-on. Carefully, Paul unbuckles your belt and undoes your slacks. He lets out a low growl as his eyes land on your exposed cock, making your stomach flip. He reaches a hand into his own shirt pocket, taking out a condom and ripping it open.
“Why… do you just have that on you?”
“Nevermind that-“
“Y-you’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh…”
“… Yes.”
You sheepishly smile at him, averting your gaze in embarrassment. You felt like you were on top of the world, being so coveted after in such a manner. Especially by a holy man. Sure, it was blasphemy- but it didn’t feel like it. You’ve committed lesser sins that have felt way worse than this. It didn’t feel like sin at all. It wasn’t sin, was it? How could such passion and love for one another be a sin?
Paul wastes no time putting the condom on. He pulls your slacks down to your knees and grabs your thighs, resting each leg next to his hips. You grow needier as he shifts himself, letting out small whines here and there. Finally, he grabs his dick and aligns it with your hole.
“Now… if you want to stop now, we can. Or if you want to stop at any time-“
“Shut up and take me, Father.”
Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer, he finally pushes himself in- and you lose your shit. You didn’t know exactly what to expect but it wasn’t this. The stretch was incredible- you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a high-pitched moan. Paul too became overwhelmed- panting and letting out soft whimpers. He starts moving shortly after, letting you adjust first. Both yours and his moans echoed throughout the small home.
“Fuck- you’re so tiii- ohmygod-“
Paul’s thrusts get sloppier by the second, increasing in intensity and roughness. His hands dig into the soft flesh of your hips, and yours scratch at his back. He brings his face to your neck and starts biting at it again, leaving you light-headed. It was all way too much, yet not enough at the same time. You needed more. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper as you loudly whimper.
“F… Father-“
“Shh, my little lamb, you’re doing so— fuck, you’re doing s… soo well…”
You couldn’t take it anymore, and as your body tensed you finally came. A groan escapes from your lips, your whole body shaking and eyes shut. The walls spun and the world felt like jelly. None of it felt real. Shortly after your orgasm, Paul came too- biting particularly harsh on your collar bone. You whine as he fills you up, overstimulated by the sensation.
Both of you lay there, panting and covered in sweat. When you finally open your eyes, you find Paul staring at you, his breath shaky and hot against your skin. He grins, and kisses all the bruises he left on your neck. You bring your hands to his hair, playing with his curls. The two of you lay like that for a while, until Paul breaks the silence:
“T… Thank you.”
You give him a confused look.
“You… we’re so good for me. You-“
He paused, propping himself up to look at your naked form.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You could tell he meant it. His words almost brought tears to your eyes as you reach up and plant a kiss on his forehead.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you mumble, resting your head on his chest. You hear him chuckle.
“We should probably clean up, huh?”
“Yeah. We should.”
Slowly, you get off the couch only to find your legs incredibly wobbly. You trip as soon as you get up. Paul fails to contain his laughter. You flash him a pouty face, which doesn’t help. He eventually helps you out, of course, and leads you to the bathroom. The two of you clean up and Paul lends you some spare clothes. Once you both are comfy, he brings you to his bed to cuddle.
“You hear that?” You whisper. He tilts his head back at you in response. “It’s raining.”
He takes a minute to listen, a small smile forming upon his lips.
“Perfect.”
He lets out a content sigh and pulls down the covers, patting the sheets, inviting you to join him. You gladly accept his offer, crawling into bed with him. He pulls you close to him, resting his head between the crook of your neck.
“I love you.” he whispers.
“I love you too, Paul.” you whisper back.
You did not whisper in shame. You whispered in reverence, just as you were taught to do in such a sacred setting. And that’s what it was. Two newly found lovers sharing an embrace, falling asleep to the light tapping of rain on the roof. You were going to stay on Crockett Island for a while.