CONTENT WARNING: Bondage, leather play, toys, voyeurism
Sebastian’s cock twitched. It didn’t take much imagination as the man had sucked him last night. Remembering the feel of his hot tongue licking up his underside, Sebastian grabbed his shaft in one hand while keeping a hand over his mouth. His fingers gripped the hot flesh and tugged, his hips jolting forward, as he remembered how Wolfram took his cock into his mouth.
“Swirl over your slit,” Wolfram ordered, “I’d have tasted you by now…”
The priest nodded enthusiastically as he rubbed his fingers over his slit, palming the head, and used the precum to slick his hand. Sebastian gripped his cock harder and pulled on the velvety flesh. A needy whimper barely muffled by his hand escaped the blonde.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Wolfram asked.
Sebastian couldn’t answer in words and just nodded.
“Then cum,” Wolfram growled, “cum all over yourself. Paint your body in it.”
Wolfram’s voice alone could have made the priest cum. With the added situation, the vibrations in his ass, the leather tight around his flesh—when his balls drew tight and his cock erupted with white semen, his eyes filled with stars. Sebastian bit down on his hand to keep from crying out as the orgasm shook through his body. Just as Wolfram ordered, he painted his chest with the milky cum, and it stuck to his chest and the leather straps. Several drops landed on his heated cheeks—on his lips—and Sebastian trembled.
“Good boy,” Wolfram purred. “You look just like the angels in the paintings, you know? Painted in your own cum like that… so beautiful. Your hair creates the perfect halo…”
Panting, Sebastian squirmed at the description, flushing darkly.
“Do you think you can wait till we get back to my place?” Wolfram asked, “I’m going to reward you with the cock you’ve been begging for…”
Sebastian whimpered at the suggestion, remembering just how good that cock had felt in him.
“You want that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes… oh, yes…” Sebastian managed to respond, his chest heaving in the aftershocks.
“Can you wait or do you need it now?” Wolfram purred, slowly standing.
“Please… I need you…”
“I know.”
Between one breath and the next, Wolfram’s form dissolved into black smoke. The thick smoke threaded through the lattice, curling and brushing through Sebastian’s hair. Smoke caressed the priest’s heated flesh and condensed between Sebastian’s legs. Out of the smoke stepped Wolfram, licking his curled lips, night shine glimmering in his golden eyes. Traces of smoke curled up slim black jeans, danced over his toes and sandals, and brushed against the irregular hem of his tank. In the dim light of the confessional, Sebastian couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the white-horned god sigil on the Witch’s tank.
Wolfram grinned at the panting priest and knelt, taking the priest’s sticky hand in his. The Witch kissed the palm before licking and sucking on the digits. Once Sebastian’s fingers were clean of his cum, Wolfram released his hand. The Witch trailed his fingers up Sebastian’s arm and then down his front, earning moans and gasps with each playful caress and pinch.
“W-wolfram…” Sebastian groaned, “please…”
“I know, Seb, I know,” Wolfram purred as he hooked his hands onto Sebastian’s waist. Gently, he turned the priest around, with Sebastian’s knees lowering to the floor. Groaning, Sebastian rested his panting chest against the bench, his cheek pressed against the warm wood as he looked back over his shoulder. Sebastian relaxed into the bench as Wolfram’s fingers skimmed around Sebastian’s hips, over Sebastian’s ass, and to the quivering muscles clenching around the black base of the vibrating plug. The Witch wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug and wiggled the toy, gently pulling it free.
Sebastian jolted and moaned, his head pushing back into the confessional wall, his body shuddering. “Hng… n-need you… hurry…”
Grinning like his namesake, Wolfram pressed closer and lined up his cock. Sebastian whined when that cock pressed into him, the length spreading him wide as Wolfram thrust in. Groaning, Sebastian pushed back, meeting the thrust and accepting the throbbing cock inside.
“Nng… W-Wolfram...” Sebastian moaned, even as he clamped both of his hands over his mouth.
“I got you, Father…” Wolfram growled, leaning over the priest’s back. His fingers dug into Sebastian’s hips and Wolfram began to move. The wet squelch and slap of flesh filled and echoed in the small space, joined by the muffled cries and moans of the priest.
Sebastian trembled with each thrust as leather and wood rubbed his nipples raw. His cock swelled as Wolfram rammed into his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire frame.
When warmth flooded his cavity and the Witch above Sebastian trembled with the force of his orgasm, stars burst in Sebastian’s eyes as he came again. Sebastian’s sperm painted the confessional floor under the bench with several spurts of milky cum as Wolfram’s heated spunk filled his clenching ass.
Panting and shaking in pleasure, Wolfram pressed down against Sebastian, kissing the priest’s trembling shoulders.
“I want to take you home,” Wolfram growled into Sebastian’s neck, “and have you all day and night, just to myself…”
“W-Wolfram… I… s-still have to lead mass…” Sebastian gasped out, his fingers clutching at his shirt.
Wolfram nuzzled into the priest’s frosty blonde hair and reached for the butt plug. “Then… we’re going to keep playing…”
“W-what?” The priest looked back over his shoulder as Wolfram leaned back, still lodged firmly within him. “M-mass is in 30 minutes, parishioners will be arriving soon—”
“So that means you get to have this in your ass,” Wolfram said, holding up the plug as he thrust forward, making Sebastian moan, “for the next two and a half hours.”
“But—I have to clean myself out—”
Wolfram grinned. “Remember the other day, when you said you wanted to know what it felt like to be filled with cum for hours?”
Sebastian gulped, but he nodded.
“You’ll get to find out.” With a little spell, Wolfram blew the buttplug clean of any germs it might have collected on the ground. Then, he slowly pulled his cock free of Sebastian’s ass. Before his cum could start to ooze from the bereft hole, Wolfram worked the still-vibrating plug into Sebastian’s ass.
“Aaahn!” Sebastian cried out, his spine arching down into the bench. “T-turn it off! Pl-please!”
Wolfram kissed the priest’s ass and clicked the plug off, then licked up around the hole any cum that may have slipped free.
“There. All clean,” Wolfram purred. The witch tugged up Sebastian’s boxers and trousers, carefully tucking Sebastian’s cock away. Then Wolfram turned Sebastian until he was once more sitting on the bench. The Witch kissed his panting priest while he buttoned Sebastian’s shirt and righted the priest’s collar.
“Mmm… there…” Wolfram murmured, kissing the frosty temples. “You’re all set for mass. I’ll see you after.”
“Nngh…” Sebastian groaned, his thighs trembling and squirming still. “I… d-don’t think I’ll be able to lead mass…”
Wolfram ran his fingers through Sebastian’s hair, massaging the priest’s scalp. “Sure you can. You can do anything through your god… isn’t that what you told me?”
Sebastian flushed and groaned again. “Stop using my words against me…”
The Witch chuckled and kissed Sebastian’s forehead. “I’ll see you for dinner, babe. Come straight home after mass. I’ll be waiting.”
Then the witch’s form dissolved into the dark smoke, flowing back through the lattice of the confessional. The dark smoke coalesced into Wolfram’s broad form and the Witch shot Sebastian a grin over his shoulder. He reached for the door and winked at Sebastian, then he was out the door and gone.
Sebastian let out a low groan, running a hand through his hair. It wasn’t too late to put on a cassock, was it?
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