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Eddie wasn’t a Catholic.
But his mother was, and that was how he always ended up spending his Sundays in church as a kid. It wasn’t always the best time for him, because according to his parents, he had always been one of the rebellious kids and never stayed in one place. That included him skipping classes, shooting fireworks in the junkyard, and graffitiing the back of the church.
Hawkins was a small town, and everyone knew everyone, which meant that Eddie was always caught doing those things. Hence, his mother would make him go to church with her on Sunday mornings, every day, from the moment he turned seven.
The church was a boring little place, everyone was too uptight, too formal, and the kids there were never Eddie’s friends. He hated praying, singing, and especially the confession of sins. His mom made him do it sometimes, asking him to beg God for forgiveness, as if he cared. His mom did, just so he could get his dad’s genes from him. At least that was what she always wanted to do. She clearly didn't want Eddie to turn out like his old man — in prison.
Church was never his place to be, he suffered every second in that place, and he couldn’t wait for it to be over. However, it all changed, when the new priest came to town.
Father Henry.
Eddie was in high school at the time, too tired to get up early on a Sunday but still got dragged to church by his mother. Before the new priest, there was Father Victor, and he was an old, wrinkled man.
Father Henry was different. He was young, certainly younger than the previous reverend, and he was hot. Eddie wasn’t exaggerating at all. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a voice that could only be claimed as godsent. And as an atheist, Eddie agreed with it. And when he was in his black cassock with the bible in his hands, it made Eddie want to fall to his knees and just start kneeling.
Eddie couldn’t deny that the hots for the priest started back then.
It had been ten years, and it hadn’t stopped. Eddie was a grown man now, he finished college three years ago, returned to Hawkins to live in a house of his own, had dinner with his uncle and his family sometimes at their place, visited his mom’s grave every few months, and stopped looking for his dad’s whereabouts.
He also hadn’t stopped going to church. Yes, he was quite going against what he believed in, but he couldn’t help it, because whenever he was there, Father Henry was there, and that was just about everything he needed.
Father Henry was still hot, if anything, he was even hotter than before. Sharper jawline, and he grew more mature. Eddie had even learned that Father was fifteen years older than him, which only excited him more. Chrissy said he had daddy issues, Heather said he had “father” issues, and Robin said he got both, and perhaps some religious trauma. Maybe Robin was right.
Outside of the church, Eddie never had a chance to see Father Henry, literally anywhere, and Eddie had tried! He tried to look for him anywhere else, but he never succeeded. That was why he resorted to going to church every Sunday, as if he wanted to.
Okay, he wanted to, only because Father Henry was here. And that was enough for him to do it. He was quite a slut for Father Henry, he couldn’t even deny it now. Could not even explain how badly he would kneel for the man.
That had become a habit of his—attending church every day like he was a Catholic. And there was another habit that Eddie got used to as well—wearing a plug inside him in church.
It was a sin, he knew, but as Father Henry read the prayers out loud to everyone in the church, Eddie was busy thinking about how that tongue could do well inside him, and he squirmed a bit in his seat.
“Holy—” Eddie cursed under his breath when the plug buzzed inside him.
He looked up when the old woman sitting next to him clicked her tongue, and he bared a smile. “Sorry, I mean…holy water,” he said, and the woman gave him a sharp glare before turning away.
Eddie closed his knees together, fidgeting in his spot and biting his lower lip to stop himself from moaning. Henry’s voice was a sin too. It was so wrong of him to become a priest when he was this hot. Simply wrong.
His friends knew he did this. Chrissy, someone who used to go to church as a kid, actually rooted for him. Meanwhile, Billy, with a Virgin Mary necklace on him, told him to kneel for that Father as much as he could. Nancy was the only sane one, apparently, and pointed out that what he was doing was not okay.
He didn’t really listen to Nancy’s advice, ever.
The plug thing started when he was twenty-two. It was late, but he had done a lot of things and experienced way too much by then. He came home from college with toys in his backpack, and his uncle didn’t have a single clue about it.
Then he wanted to add a little more fun to it, and he started wearing a cock ring. He upgraded the butt plugs to have them move inside him too. Sometimes he used nipple clamps.
The problem was that no matter what Eddie did, how many toys he put on himself, or how many times he came from the priest's voice, Father Henry never noticed him.
It was insane, but understandable, because he met everyone every Sunday. Who was Eddie to be caught in his eyes? That was what Robin told him. He believed she was trying to comfort him, but it wasn’t her best attempt at it.
“The Lord be with you,” Father Henry said, and Eddie exhaled shakily as the plug buzzed harder in him, and the cock ring was still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.
“And with your spirit,” everyone else spoke up, except for Eddie, who only managed to murmur incoherent words.
“Go in peace, glorifying the Lord by your life.”
“Thanks be to God,” the lady next to him chanted.
Meanwhile, Eddie was still struggling with holding himself back, his legs were bouncing nonstop against the floor. He threw his head back, eyes fluttering at the vaulted ceiling of the church, and his gaze fell to the stained glass before him, the colors were gleaming against the figure of Jesus on the cross. Father Henry, dressed in a black robe and a white collar, stood in front of it.
He stood there before the altar, closing the Bible in his hands, as everyone left the church. The priest exited through the door, and Eddie looked around, checking to see if anyone was going into the confessional box, because he had an emergency that couldn’t be solved if he got to his car.
He didn’t even bring his van today, as Chrissy dropped him off here and left him with a “good luck with Father” before she drove away to the mall. She had always been a good friend.
Eddie staggered into the wooden box, pulling the purple curtains close, and he instantly sat down, fumbling with his belt to pull out his cock. He bit down on his lower lip, holding back the moans as he dug his feet into the floor.
No one knew what he was doing inside the box, but no one cared anyway, as the curtain was drawn and only a bit of light got through. And no one was outside, he made sure of that before he jumped in.
Eddie stroked himself from base to tip, gathering beads of precum at the head and smearing it over the length, covering his mouth to muffle another moan. It felt like too much today.
“Father,” he murmured, his eyelashes fluttering as the plug continued to make his stomach clench in the haze of his euphoria. “Father Henry, please.”
He whimpered, releasing the ring around the base of his cock, and he jumped when the curtain was pulled open on the other side and someone definitely stepped in.
“Evening, my child,” Father Henry said, sliding the window between the two booths open, and it was not an exaggeration when Eddie felt like his heart jumped out of his chest and fled.
“Father…” Eddie mumbled, his hand still wrapped around his cock, as he saw the blurry figure on the other side. He still noticed the blond hair there. “I…I didn’t…”
“There is no need to be frightened, my child,” Father said, and Eddie stared at him, his lips parting, but his words disappeared when they reached his throat. “You are safe here. God will forgive your sins.”
“What?” Eddie said, and then quickly caught on and nodded. “Oh, yes, Father. I’m here…I’m here to confess my sins.”
The plug moved in him, and he slapped his hand over his mouth to cover a moan. “You may confess, child.”
Eddie exhaled in a ragged breath, his cock was still undeniably hard, and there was Father Henry, sitting next to him, and the only thing that separated them was a window.
He had done this way too many times, he knew the drill, but he never really expected Father Henry to come abruptly like this. Usually, he did it before Mass as well. And he had today.
Father Henry was here again, and it made Eddie spill out the words. “I, um, it’s been, well, actually, it’s not that long since I last confessed.”
There was silence, and Father Henry said, “You were here before Mass.”
“Oh, yes, um, I have, but…”
“Did you, perhaps, commit a sin during Mass? Is that the reason you are here, asking God for forgiveness now?”
Eddie stammered, his cheeks flushing pink. It was Father Henry’s fault and no one else’s. “Yes, Father,” he said, the sensation of the plug still running through every inch of his body and coiling at the pit of his stomach.
Normally, confessions weren’t like this. Eddie would just make up some dumb things he did, like how he accidentally hit his neighbor’s mailbox with his car, or when he killed his uncle’s fern by forgetting to water it. He had never told Father Henry about his thoughts and dreams. It would be over the line.
Well, Eddie was already close to coming right here while Father was on the other side, was there anything else on the line?
“What is your sin, child?”
Eddie swallowed, his knees knocking together as he tried to withhold his orgasm. He couldn’t come now, but he chose to tell Father the truth. “I’ve been having…sinful dreams, and thoughts, Father.”
“What kind of dream and thought is it?”
Since this was done in complete anonymity, Eddie didn’t dare spill his name, and he had no way else but to actually say what had been on his mind for the past years. It didn't matter, Father wouldn’t know it was him anyway.
“It’s…it’s not pure, Father. It’s a sin, I can’t…I can’t bear to talk about it.”
“You are here to be forgiven, child,” Father Henry said, and Eddie could see the shadow of his face on the other side. He could smell him from here, and he smelled like wood and leather. “Tell me about your dreams.”
Eddie knew this was it. And if Father was smart enough, he would be able to connect the dots after Eddie told him. There weren’t that many eligible men of his age going to church. No, mostly women, married men, and older, balding men. The only appealing one was Father Henry.
“I dream…about a man,” Eddie said, his voice going shaky for some reason. “He’s older than me. Hell, he’s older than my uncle. And I know, I know I shouldn’t dream or think about him, but I can’t stop it.”
He teased himself around the head of his cock, and he gasped a little before he continued, “He is…the epitome of perfection, Father.”
“You sound afraid,” Father Henry said, and Eddie let out a soft sigh, his head thumping back against the wood. “What are you afraid of?”
He glanced at Father through the tiny holes of the window, and he whispered, “That I’ve fallen for that man, Father.”
“You have fallen in love with a man,” he said, and Eddie nodded, knowing he could not see him anyway. “Do you think that is a sin?”
Of course it wasn’t, but instead of being a brat like usual, he said, “My mom told me that once, when I was a kid, when I…when I said I liked a boy in my elementary school.” He huffed out a soft laugh, shrugging. “She made sure I never said things like that again.”
“How?”
“Brought me to church for the first time,” Eddie said, still remembering how his mom practically dragged him to church then. It wasn’t a good memory or anything.
“And you have not stopped those desires of yours,” Father said, “to be with a man.”
“Not any man,” Eddie said. “Normally, not anyone, but this time, it’s different.”
“How different?”
Eddie nearly laughed, and he answered, “Like I said, Father, he’s…everything I want. I cannot stop thinking about him, about how I want his hands on me, his lips, his teeth, to hear his words in my ears.”
He brushed his fingers over the length of his still hard cock, and Eddie muffled a soft noise. “Every time he speaks, I wish to be drowned in his voice.”
“Is that so?”
Eddie whimpered, his hand covering his mouth. “Yes, Father.” He shifted in his seat, inhaling sharply. “His eyes make me weak, but he’s never looked at me before.”
“You have yet to interact with the man you desire?”
“No, Father, not yet.” He smiled, his finger circling the crown of his cock. “The closest I have gotten to him is his voice and his shadows.”
“Do you believe you love this man? Or perhaps it is only the carnal urges you possess inside you.”
“What?” Eddie asked, and heard a soft breath from the other side.
“Do you crave this man carnally, child?”
Eddie bit his lower lip, his hands wrapping around his cock. “Yes, Father, so much,” he murmured. He craved him like the shore craved the waves to touch it, like trees craved the touch of the sunlight. “I’ve tried to forget about him, but I’ve never succeeded. I desire for him to be with me. I can’t stop, Father.”
“And you believe you have committed a sin,” Father Henry spoke up, “for being enamored with another man.”
“Isn’t it, Father Henry?”
“It is only a sin if you believe it to be one.”
Eddie chuckled, low and soft, then that meant he was not committing a sin then. “Even if it’s not a sin to me, Father, it is to the other man,” he said, arching his back when his thumb smeared over the cockhead. “It’s wrong, unholy, to want him to bend me over and have his way with me, Father. Any way he wants, I’ll gladly let him.”
“Have you had these similar thoughts during Mass?”
Father’s voice was calm and composed, as opposed to Eddie, whose breathing quickened as he stroked himself at a faster pace. “Yes…yes, Father,” he confessed, digging his boots into the floor when the plug moved deeper inside him. “I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, Father Henry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Was that your sin? Having disgraceful thoughts of another man during Mass, or was it something else?”
Lips caught between his teeth, Eddie muffled his own whine when he felt his stomach churn at the burning heat inside him. He had committed so many sins, just for doing this—not that he cared.
“I—I touched myself, Father,” Eddie whispered, barely taking a breath as he moaned. “I touched myself when I was watching him, during Mass.”
“You dared practice the act of self-gratification in the sacred house of God, child?” Father Henry said, his voice was close to a warning, and it only aroused him more.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” Eddie stroked himself faster, stifling the noises he was making. “Forgive me, please. I’m sorry, Father.”
“You ought not to repeat your sin again, child. It is wholly damnable to defile yourself in God’s house,” Father Henry said, and Eddie was trying his best not to make any loud moans. He knew he was close, and with Father talking to him like this, in such a husky tone, Eddie was even more turned on. “Despite your disgraceful action, you have attempted to confess your sins. God forgives all sins of those who repent.”
Eddie gasped, and his head hit the wood behind him when he came. The muscles of his stomach pulled taut, and he bit down on his hand to stay quiet before Father Henry’s words. His voice made Eddie come. His voice.
He slouched back on the seat, breathing out heavily, and he fluttered heavy lashes at the fluids now staining the curtains of the confessional. He had committed another sin, apparently. Defiling the church. It was his first time doing this as well, and it made him feel ungodly just thinking about it.
“Child, let me hear your prayers,” Father Henry said, startling Eddie, and he realized he had not said a word for the past few minutes.
Did Father hear him?
“Oh, um, yes, Father,” he mumbled, tucking himself back in his jeans. The buttplug was still working inside him. “My…my God, I’m sorry for my sins with all my heart. I firmly intend, with—with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin.”
He breathed out softly, glancing at the shape of Father on the other side of the confessional. “Tell me what to do now, Father. How can I stop?”
There was complete silence for a few seconds, and then came Father Henry’s voice, deep and slow. “Kneel.”
“What?”
“Kneel,” Father Henry said, “just…kneel, child.”
Eddie swallowed, and he moved from the seat to fall to his knees on the ground. He rested his hands on his thighs, and when the curtains were pulled open to reveal Father Henry before him, Eddie’s heart jumped in his throat.
Father Henry’s eyes glanced at the curtains, and his gaze turned back to Eddie as he said, “You don’t think I have not heard you, my child?”
“Father,” Eddie murmured, breathless, and he shivered when the man’s hands came to caress the line of his jaw. “Forgive me, Father.”
“Does it arouse you?” he asked, fingers tracing up to Eddie’s ear. “Calling me Father?”
Eddie had no response but to gulp and feel his cheeks go warm. Warmed by his touch, his question. “Is it a sin if I say yes, Father?” he said, his chin tipping up to look at the man. “Is it a sin if I say I want you to bend me over and fuck me, Father?”
The older man’s hand skated down the side of his neck, and Eddie leaned into his touch, baring his throat. “It is only a sin if you think it is one, child.”
“Eddie,” he said, blinking up at him. “My name’s Eddie.”
“Eddie,” he repeated, and Eddie never thought his name would sound so gentle coming off anyone’s mouth. Eddie let out a soft whine, leaning forward, and he lifted his hands to place them over the priest’s legs. “Eddie.”
Father’s voice dropped an octave, and Eddie’s courage only leveled up. “Father,” he whispered, shuffling on his knees as his hands moved up to the priest’s waist. “Please, Father. I want you.”
He pressed his cheek to the priest’s crotch, and his hand rubbed over the bulge that was showing underneath the black robe. Father Henry’s hand slipped into his hair, and he gripped, tight enough for Eddie to moan.
“I mean it,” Eddie mumbled, tilting his head up to meet the man’s eyes. “Every word, Father. I want you, any way I can. Please. Please.”
“Stand up,” was what Father Henry said, and the two words were enough for Eddie to bounce up on his feet, hands grabbing at the robe as the priest pushed him inside the confessional.
He pulled the curtains shut behind him, and he pressed Eddie to the wall of the confessional, his warm and strong hand wrapping around Eddie’s neck. The young man swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed underneath the priest’s palm.
“You are the ungodly embodiment of temptation,” Henry said, leaning closer, but not close enough for them to kiss, “Eddie.”
Eddie’s breath hitched when Henry tightened his hand around his neck, and he said, “Did you just call me hot?”
“I saw you,” Father said, his head tilting as his eyes roamed over the features of Eddie’s face. “Three years ago, when you interrupted during Mass.”
Eddie flinched, because he did remember that incident. It was when he first got a buttplug inside him, and he wasn’t used to it yet. He ended up moaning in church, but he didn’t think Father Henry had noticed him since then.
“You…you always knew? From back then?”
“I know when someone does not believe in God,” he said, making Eddie realize how bad he was at trying to hide his feelings all these years.
“Did you want me back then, Father?” Eddie asked, his hands trailing down the priest’s chest. “Do you still want me now?”
Henry shifted closer, and he murmured, “You may call me Henry.”
“Henry,” Eddie whispered, surging up in an attempt to steal a kiss, but the priest pulled away, and he whined at the loss. “Please, Father, please.”
“Be patient, Eddie.”
Eddie smiled, and he said, “Like the Bible says?”
“No, like I do,” Henry said, and he closed the distance between them.
The kiss wasn’t anything Eddie had prepared himself for, and never in the twenty five years he had been alive did he think a kiss from a priest would be able to make him feel like he was burning from hell fire.
It was soft at first, an experiment, and Henry nipped on Eddie's lower lip, sucking until Eddie gasped for air. And when he did part his lips, the priest slipped his tongue in, pulling out a moan from the back of Eddie’s throat. He grabbed at Father Henry’s robes, feeling his stomach roll in waves as Henry’s other hand trailed down to his lower back and pushed him closer to his body. Eddie could feel the other man’s cock poking at his thighs, and it enticed him to know that Father Henry was turned on by him too.
“Strip off your clothes, Eddie,” Henry murmured between their kisses, one hand still insisting on caressing Eddie’s neck and carding into his hair to pull.
Eddie undid his belt and kicked his jeans away, knowing he was hard once again from just Henry’s touch. “Please, Father,” he said, lifting one leg in the air to rub against the side of Henry’s hips. “Please, touch me, Henry.”
When Henry’s hand found the base of the buttplug, instead of pulling it away, he thrusted it deeper, and Eddie cried out, fingers digging into the priest’s shoulder as he jerked.
Eddie tugged at the priest’s robe, practically whimpering when he felt the outline of his cock. Rigid and thick underneath his touch. “I want to get my mouth on you, Father,” Eddie confessed, and it earned him a low groan from the older man, and then he hummed when Henry kissed him again. Rougher this time, full of bites, and unlike anything else Father Henry had shown, ever.
He was strong, pressing Eddie against the wooden wall while his hands traced over his body, exploring every inch of his skin. All the while, he was still drinking down Eddie’s unholy moans.
Eddie tipped his chin up, letting Henry trail his kisses down the column of his neck, and his hand finally found the zipper to Henry’s pants. He slipped his hand into his briefs, his mouth going slack in satisfaction when he grabbed hold of the priest’s cock.
He gave an experimental stroke, and he quivered when Henry’s teeth grazed over the juncture between his neck and shoulder. The priest was everything and more than what he’d wished for. He was perfect. Even his cock was, with how heavy it felt in Eddie’s hand, precum coating over Eddie’s fingers the more he worked his cock.
Eddie brought his hand to his lips, two fingers sliding into his mouth to suck, and Father Henry’s eyes were on him, his pupils growing wide. He moaned around his fingers, tongue licking at the precum and swallowing it down. It tasted like a man who’d never drank alcohol or smoked in his life. A healthy man, and Eddie loved the taste.
“You taste delicious, Father,” Eddie said, his tongue darting out to lick the remnant of precum on the palm of his hand; meanwhile, his eyes were still keeping track of Henry’s expression. “Are you gonna come inside me later?”
Henry’s hand flew to his throat, and Eddie let out a soft gasp. “Watch your mouth, child,” Henry said, but there was nothing venomous in his tone. “Or I will have to teach you how to repent for your sins.”
“Please, Father,” he said, his eyes pleading as he returned to stroke Henry’s cock again. “I’d do anything.”
He pulled out a condom from his inside pocket, holding it before the man. “Father, may I?”
Henry’s eyes were fixed on him, and Eddie tore the packet with his teeth, leaning closer until he was pressing his lips to Henry’s neck, ghosting his breath over his skin. “Please, Henry.”
Eddie drew a line along Henry’s neck with his tongue, while his hand worked with the priest’s cock, putting the condom on him, and he knew the priest was going to fuck him just from the way he was looking at him.
“Fuck me, Father.” He fluttered his lashes at the older man, biting his lower lip. And Henry pulled him flushed against his body, they were so close that he could feel his cock pressing at his waist.
“You are everything unholy in this world, Eddie,” Henry whispered against his lips, and Eddie smiled, dazed.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, Father. But are you going to fuck me any second now?” Henry’s finger grabbed at his ass, and Eddie moaned, throwing his head back.
“I’m taking my time with you, my sweet child.”
“Oh, God—” he said, gasping breathlessly when Henry finally pulled the plug out of him. The toy clattered against the ground when it fell, and Eddie couldn’t care less about it.
“Don’t mention the Lord when I’m about to fuck you, Eddie,” Henry said against his cheek, two fingers sliding into Eddie’s stretched out entrance, making the younger man whimper.
“Fuck, please,” Eddie pleaded, and not a noise of protest came out of him when Father Henry pulled his fingers out only to turn him around. His hand was on the nape of Eddie’s neck, pressing his cheek against the wood.
“Vulgar,” Henry said. His lips brushed over his cheekbone, his teeth nipping at the shell of Eddie’s ear, and it made him shudder. “Lewd. Unrefined. You’re a wicked creature, Eddie.”
Eddie moaned at the words, his toes curling when he felt the head of Henry’s nudging him at his entrance. “Yet you can’t get enough of me, Father Henry,” he croaked, nails digging into the wood. “You want me even though I’m everything that you said. You want me just as much as I want you.”
“I don’t want you, child,” Henry said, and there was a twinge in Eddie’s heart, but then the priest continued, “I crave to touch your divine flesh, to hear your ethereal voice, to reach inside you and claim your heart and soul as mine and mine only, Eddie.”
Eddie let out an unprompted cry when Henry pushed his cock inside, breaching his rim, but it didn’t hurt badly. “I desire to worship you more than God himself,” he whispered in Eddie’s ear, burying himself to the hilt. “You’ve corrupted me, Eddie.”
His heart nearly burst after hearing what Henry had confessed to him. It was raw, fleshly, and full of the priest’s most unbridled hunger for him. Eddie. And no one else. He made Henry want to worship him, more than God. Eddie didn’t know what Henry thought of him until this moment, and it was worth it. So worth it.
“Yes, please,” Eddie pleaded, his mouth going slack as Henry began to thrust into him. “Please, Father, fuck—fuck me.”
His stomach rolled in hot and burning waves of fire, Eddie’s eyes were stinging with tears, at the size of Henry inside him, but the euphoric feeling was taking over him, and all he could feel was Henry’s touch. His head was still filled with Henry’s voice and words, etched in the deepest place of his mind and staying there. The feeling ran down to his heart, tugging at his heartstrings, and Eddie felt the utmost need to kiss Henry.
It was almost as if the older man understood him, because he was gripping Eddie by the jaw and tilting his head to kiss him. Their lips met in a searing kiss, and the priest slotted his mouth into Eddie's, their tongues moving against each other, until Eddie was whimpering and begging him to let him breathe.
It felt overwhelming—the good kind—when Henry kissed him. The sensation coursed through his body, tingling every fiber in him, and he only begged for more from the older man. The need turned into desire, and Eddie couldn’t stop it, not when the other man was still touching him all over, every touch was like fuel being added to the flames already burning in his heart.
Eddie was in love.
With none other than the man that was pressing flushed against his back, his cock buried deep inside Eddie, filling him up to the brim. Eddie had never felt so full and satisfied.
“Have you been committing your sins all this time, Eddie?” Henry asked, fingers pressing on the racing pulse point of Eddie’s neck. “Have you been touching yourself whenever you heard me, little one?”
Eddie whimpered, and he gasped when Henry tightened his hand around his neck, snapping his hips to begin fucking into him. “I believe I asked you a question, child.”
“Yes!” Eddie cried, his tears making his lashes heavy, and he blinked them away. “Yes, Father, I—I touched myself when I heard your voice, when you prayed, when you—” He shuddered when the priest’s other hand skated from his abdomen up to his chest. “When you–ah! Please…”
Henry smiled against the nape of his neck, his fingers rolling and teasing Eddie’s nipple to hardness. “Please what, my little darling?”
Eddie arched his back to lean into his touch, and he breathed out, “Touch me, Henry, please.” His entire body was quivering, and his legs strained from holding himself on his two feet.
Henry was a vigorous force behind him, fucking into Eddie while his lips pressed kisses to his skin. Every thrust was prodding at his prostate, and it was, no doubt, the best fuck Eddie had ever had. He didn’t expect the priest to be this good. No, never this good, but the older man seemed to surprise him once more.
“Father, please—please, Henry, fuck—” Eddie whined, pushing his ass back to move in sync with Henry’s thrust.
The priest abruptly pulled his cock out, and the sound Eddie made was even more desperate that he wasn’t sure it was coming from him for a bare moment.
“Patient, my darling,” Henry said, whirling Eddie around to face him. He didn’t waste a single spare second before he kissed Eddie again, looking like that was all he desired to do. Was Eddie that kissable? Or did Henry just want him that much?
The older man grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer, and lifted Eddie’s leg up to his hips. Eddie took the cue, and he threw his arms around Henry’s neck, jumping up to wrap his legs around his hips.
“Good boy,” the priest said, and Eddie moaned, biting down on his lips at the praise. Henry hissed at the pain, pulling away, and his tongue darted out to lick at the droplet of blood on his lower lip.
Eddie didn’t know it would bleed, but the priest looked hot with blood on him. “I’m sorry, I—” he whimpered, coming to a halt when Henry kissed him again. He could taste the copper from Henry’s lips, and he licked the blood away, fingers digging into the robe as Henry nudged his cock back inside Eddie’s hole.
“Naughty little boy,” Henry said, kissing Eddie at the corner of his lips, and it only made the younger man whine while his cock filled Eddie’s inside up again. “I should punish you for this.”
“Yes, please,” he pleaded, and Eddie cried out when Henry bit him back, and he clutched at the priest’s robe when he could taste his own blood.
Henry’s tongue swiped at the blood from his lips, and Eddie moaned at the action, arching closer to him. “Now, we’re one, Eddie,” Henry said, and it roused Eddie up further. “You’re mine, do you understand?”
“Yes, Father, yes, I understand,” he breathed out, his moans muffled by Henry’s tongue intruding into his mouth. All he could do was welcome Henry in.
The priest slammed him against the wooden wall behind him, and he pumped his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Eddie’s abused hole, reaching every sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eddie.
He pushed at Eddie’s jacket and shirt, and the younger man eagerly shrugged it off, pulling his shirt over his head to drop it to the floor. Henry grabbed him by the jawline, nibbling at Eddie’s lips.
“Do you know what those sounds do to me?” he asked, his voice rich like honey to Eddie’s ear. He pushed one leg to rest on the seat of the confessional, and continued to fuck into Eddie and draw out more noises from him.
“Please, Henry, holy fuck—” Eddie whimpered, needy and wanton, as he carded his hands into Henry’s hair, thighs locked around the man’s waist.
“I desire to take you apart and fuck you until you understand that you are mine.” Henry traced his lips down Eddie’s neck, making him shiver. “I desire the things I am not allowed to have, and I desire you.”
His stomach twisted, and Eddie’s cock throbbed painfully, but Henry wouldn’t stop bringing him closer to the edge. “Please…”
He didn’t know what he was begging for, but Henry continued to breathe warm breaths over his sternum. Eddie whimpered when the man closed his mouth around his nipple, and he quivered when Henry sucked and licked at it.
“Ah–wait! Please…” Eddie sobbed, and tears couldn’t stop rolling down his cheeks as Henry thrusted into him. “Father, please–” Henry grazed his teeth over the pert nub, and Eddie’s cock twitched between their flushed bodies.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come soon. Please.”
Eddie writhed, wiggling in Henry’s hold to clutch him tighter. His mouth was lax, filthy noises never stopped leaving his throat to fill the confessional while Henry thrusted faster in him, each thrust was deep and nudging at his prostate.
“Your voice, is more heavenly than anything I’ve heard in my life,” he said, pressing a kiss over Eddie’s pounding heart. “I’ve committed a sin, by falling in love with an angel.”
Eddie cried out, a loud and shameless wail coming from him as he came apart from Henry’s constant praises in his ear. And his cock, of course. He came messily between them, his toes curling at the crushing orgasm that struck down on him.
The priest lifted his head to bury his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck, and when he felt Henry biting down on his shoulder, Eddie let out another cry, his cock twitching once more at the electrifying sensation that ran through him. Then came the warmth that filled his insides, and a smile appeared on Eddie’s lips when he felt Henry kiss his shoulder, soothing the tingling pain there.
He lowered his head, fingers tangling in the priest’s hair as he found Henry’s lips. Eddie kissed him, desperately, and at this point, he didn’t really care anymore. He needed Henry in his life.
“Is it true?” he murmured, panting into Henry’s lips as he looked at the older man with heavy eyes. “What you said, is it true? Is it all true?”
“It is,” Henry answered. His blue eyes seemed to shine even in the dark confessional. “Priests don’t lie, Eddie.”
Eddie let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, you do,” he said. “You make all those people believe God is real.” The smile on Henry’s lips dropped, and Eddie gulped. “No, um, I mean, sorry, of course—of course you think he’s real—”
The priest kissed him, soft lips brushing over his, and Eddie sighed, smiling into the kiss. Henry pulled away, his hands coming up to caress Eddie’s face. “I believe my feelings for you have grown, that I do not feel indignation towards you when you said that, Eddie.”
“So you’re saying you like me?” Eddie asked, his heart fluttering when a smile tugged at the corners of Henry’s lips.
“I long for you.” Henry leaned closer, his fingertips grazing Eddie’s cheekbones. “I yearn to worship you,” he whispered, “I adore you, Eddie.”
The tear that rolled down his cheek wasn’t from the fuck anymore, but from the elation that took over his body, his heart, and his mind. Eddie kissed him again, softer this time, and Henry kissed him back with a smile, his hands tracing down Eddie’s neck.
“I adore you too, Father.” He smiled, his head thumping back against the wood. “Fuck, that was…was really good.”
“Should I let you down?” Henry asked, and when Eddie nodded with a soft hum, he eased his cock out. Eddie whined, low in his throat, his entrance clenching around nothing, and the older man still had his arm around his waist, holding him upright.
Henry turned them around, settling down on the seat, and pulled Eddie down onto his lap. Eddie bit his lower lip to keep from smiling, and he asked, “This feels weirdly dirty, like I’m on Santa’s lap, but you’re a priest.”
“Does it scare you?”
"Not scared," Eddie mumbled, his nimble fingers tugging at the hem of Henry's sleeve. “Aroused, actually.”
Henry’s lips curled up to form a smile, and it warmed Eddie’s chest every time. The younger man chewed on his lower lip, then took a breath and leaned in to sneak a quick peck on the priest’s lips.
The older man looked at him when he pulled away, and his hand came up to touch the side of Eddie’s face. When he moved in and their lips touched, the kiss was the softest touch Henry had given him so far. It still made him want to float on cloud nine, nonetheless.
Eddie nearly whined at the loss when Henry broke the kiss off, but the noises from outside drew his attention, and he grinned. “I guess I should leave,” he said. “Or else people will know you just fucked a non-Catholic person in a church.”
Henry pressed another kiss to Eddie’s lips, his hand smoothing down Eddie’s arm. “I’ll repent.”
Eddie smiled against his lips, and he said, “By kissing me?”
“That is certainly one way,” Henry said, and he exhaled softly, finally pulling away again. “I apologize.”
“No, don’t be.” He shrugged, bending down to grab at his clothes. “I’m glad you like me that much, it’s still quite shocking to me, actually.”
“It is not, to me,” Henry said, and Eddie cast a glance at him, couldn’t help but smile.
“Okay, Father, you already got me, you don’t have to try so hard,” he answered, getting off Henry’s lap to jump into his jeans. He put on his shirt, and Henry was still watching him the whole time with his eyes fixed on Eddie. “I…um, I’ll walk out first?”
Henry nodded at him, rising to his feet as he glanced down at his robe. Eddie gave him a guilty smile, hands coming up to wipe at the cum stain on the material. “Sorry, Father,” he mumbled, “maybe splash a little water on it.”
“It’s all right,” Henry said, and Eddie nodded, grabbing at the curtain behind him with his jacket draped over his forearm and the toys already tucked in his pockets.
Eddie gave him one last smile before he slipped out of the confessional, glancing around the church and spotting a few people in the far corner. He cleared his throat, smoothing his hands down his shirt before he walked away, hoping no one actually heard him earlier.
*
“And I left,” Eddie said, slouching down against the sofa of his living room with his phone pressed to his ear. “It was so, so fucking good, Chrissy. You can’t physically understand how good it was.”
“I surely can’t.” Chrissy chuckled through the line, and she said, “And that’s it? You didn’t give him your number?”
“Well, no, because I don’t know if he even uses a phone.”
“It’s not like we’re in the 80s, Eddie, of course priests use phones,” Chrissy said, humming gently. “Although, he seems like one who prefers face-to-face conversations more.”
“Clearly,” Eddie scoffed, resting his legs on the coffee table while the TV was still playing some movie before him.
“Are you gonna see him again next Sunday?”
Eddie bit his lower lip, and he did consider it. He wasn’t sure what they were to each other yet, but what Henry said was all very real to him, and he wanted to see the man again. “I think so,” he said, “but I still don’t know where he lives.”
The doorbell rang abruptly, and Eddie looked at the red door, blinking at it before he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was close to midnight already. Then came the rapid knocks on the door, and Eddie pushed himself to his feet.
“Coming! Wait—fuck,” he said, getting into his slippers as he shuffled to the door.
“Is someone else there?” Chrissy asked, and Eddie hummed as he opened the door.
“Yeah, somebod—” Eddie stopped in his tracks, his lips falling open as the sight of Father Henry brought his mind to a halt.
He was standing on the other side of the threshold, still in his black robes, but the collar had been opened, revealing just a bit of his sternum, and Eddie was sure his cock twitched at the sight.
“I’m gonna call you back,” Eddie said, ending the call and shoving his phone into his pocket.
He stared at the priest, his hair was slightly tousled, but his eyes held the same passion as he had just hours ago. “Father,” he finally said, “what are you doing here?”
Henry let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Fuck you, calling me Father, like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it, Eddie.”
Eddie’s mouth fell open, and he blinked at the man. “I…” he stammered, “well, yes, of course, but you know that already. So, fuck you too, Father.”
A smile bloomed on Henry’s lips, and he stepped in through the door, his hands cradling Eddie’s face as he kissed him. Eddie was surprised at the kiss, but he melted into it quickly after, clutching at Henry’s biceps as the older man pushed him backwards.
He didn’t know how it happened, but the door closed with a light thud, and Eddie gasped when the back of his knee hit the arms of his sofa, and he fell on the soft cushion.
Henry braced his arms on either side of Eddie’s head, towering over him with his eyes filled with sparks of lust. “You miss me, Father?” Eddie grinned, hands splaying on the priest’s chest. “How did you find my place?”
“I met your friend,” Henry said, crawling over Eddie on the sofa to completely cage the younger man underneath him. “Chrissy Cunningham.”
Eddie’s eyes widened, but then it clicked, because no wonder Chrissy called him earlier just to ask if anything had happened, like she didn’t even have a clue.
“I’ll thank her later,” he said, soft noises escaping his lips when Henry traced kisses down his jawline. “You’re here just to kiss me, Father?”
“I want you, Eddie,” Henry said, “again.” He nipped at Eddie’s earlobe, and the younger man shivered. “And again. I don’t think I can stop now. Not after I’ve had a taste of you.”
“Yeah?” Eddie gasped, breathless, when Henry pushed his shirt up to run his hands down his chest. “What about your priesthood, Father?”
“I’ve found my new faith,” Henry murmured as he looked down at Eddie, and he rested his hand over the young man’s heart. “And it’s you.” Eddie sucked in a breath, and his heart only thrummed faster. “I’ve found someone new to worship, and it’s you.”
Henry leaned down, their lips ghosting over each other. “I’ve found something new to devote my whole life to, and it’s loving you.”
Eddie refused to believe that this was all real, but when Henry kissed him, slow and languid, he knew this wasn’t a dream, and he didn’t die after the orgasm he had with Henry earlier.
Henry loved him, so much that he was willing to give up his entire belief in God to be with Eddie. That was how much he was into Eddie.
He didn’t know he was smiling until his jaw hurt, and he said, “Then do it.” He threaded his fingers into Henry’s hair, blinking the tears away. “Love me, Henry.”
Instead of an answer, Henry simply claimed his lips again in a way that got Eddie to wrap his limbs around his body, emitting moans from his throat only to be swallowed by Henry. He curled up against Henry’s body, against his warmth, and felt every single passion Henry had for him through his touches. Eddie loved the man, and lucky for him, Henry loved him just as much.
The End