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Noah was confused. Allum (though Noah would never say his name out loud) had led him away for a private confessional. Whilst these were often different from the regular prayer sessions, this one was particularly odd. The man had started by lifting the loose robe over Noah's head, talking about how it meant he'd be closer to god, then had taken the ribbon belt off. He'd also slid his robe over his shoulders to let it pool at his feet. Noah's eyes traced over his God given body, brown skin spotted with white patches only Noah was allowed to see. Then he'd been led over to the large bed his priest slept in. They always seemed to do these in his room, he wasn't quite sure why but if Allum said so it must be correct. He'd been left standing whilst the other sat down. Turning around at Allum's command, he felt warm arms circle his thin waist. Long fingers danced across his defined ribs and he was pulled onto the others lap.
This is where it started to seem weird. Allum had started kissing along his neck and collar bones, mumering into his ear.
“Have you sinned, Noah?” His voice was quiet and filled with something Noah couldn't quite place but had come to associate with these sessions.
“No, your grace,” He said back, voice also quiet. He let out a high pitched whine as teeth grazed the spot beneath his jaw. It was a new sensation but not exactly unpleasant. Allum hummed, the sound vibrating Noah's pale skin.
“Good boy, do you have anything to confess to your god today?” His mouth was near Noah's ear now, voice sending a shiver down his spine. Warm skin pressed into his back and dark hair tickled his face as more kisses were pressed to the crook of his neck. He loved it when Allum praised him, though he wasn't sure why. A hand trailed down his stomach, which had stopped looking concave and was just about inline with his ribcage, to hold his hip bones. They jutted out and Allum seemed to use them as hand holds often during these sessions, fingers gracing the skin between them and his genitalia.
The other hand traced fingers up his throat to rest on his jaw. Allum removed his mouth from his neck, cold air hitting the damp skin and causing him to shudder. He tilted Noah's head so they faced eachother. Then he did something completely new. He pressed his lips to Noah's. The kiss was soft, Allum closing his eyes and leaning into it. Noah, however, went stiff, green eyes wide in shock. The priest seemed to grow more insistent after a moment, pressing slightly harder into him, mouth opening slightly. Noah closed his eyes and clumsily copied the movement, tilting his head when his nose got in the way. Gentle lips moved slowly against his and Allum seemed to ignore his poor attempts as copying him in favour of pressing his hand into his hip. He moved insistently, rocking him back and forth. Allum's own penis was erect, pressing into his ass in a way that was oddly enjoyable. That was somehow more confusing than the fact he was being kissed, he knew what sex was of course. It was something that the men and women in the compound did to make more children to worship God but here Allum, the head priest, wasn't using it for that at all. They were two men after all.
All these thoughts left his mind, however, when the hand left his hips and wrapped around his own penis. He was also erect, which would've confused him but he was more focused of the pleasure it brought him. He kept rocking back and forth, each movement of his hips moving his erection into Allums hand. By this point he was whimpering and moaning into his priests mouth, the sounds muffled by the lips pressing hard against his own. The hips he was pressing his backside into had started moving quickly, grinding into him roughly. The hand that had previously been cemented to his jaw moved to the back of his head. It grabbed his hair, cut to the regulation standards of course, and tugged harshly at blond locks.
He was falling apart at the hands of gods messenger. Losing himself in pleasure. Moaning wantonly into his mouth he froze up for a moment before collapsing against Allum as semen spurted out of his dick. A dark hand was brought to his mouth a moment later.
“Clean up,” his priest ordered, voice gentle yet firm in its instruction. Noah licked the cum off his hand almost eagerly, wanting desperately to please him. Whilst he cleaned the semen covered hand the one that had been gripping his hair was on his hips, keeping him rocking back and forth. Once he'd finished his saliva was wiped onto his chest roughly. He was then lifted up by his waist and placed onto the floor, kneeling. A hand returned to the back of his head, pushing it forwards towards Allum's erection. He opened his mouth instinctively, letting his priest push his mouth onto his penis.
He tried his best to keep his tongue and teeth out of the way as Allum's hips bucked, pushing the erection further into his mouth. His head was moved up and down, hair being gripped harshly. He gagged as Allum pushed him so far down his nose was flush against his pelvis. The movement brought tears to his eyes when paired with the pull on his scalp. By now Allum was moaning loudly as he used Noah's mouth. It didn't take long before he ejaculated down Noahs throat, forcing him to swallow it all to avoid choking.
After a moment the now soft penis was removed from his mouth and Allum was caressing his face, staring at him with lidded eyes.
“Good boy, you did so well this session,” He said softly. Noah whimpered slightly, leaning into the touch.
“Thank you, your grace,” He murmered, words slurred slightly. Allum laughed slightly and stood up. He walked over to where their robes lay on the floor and slid his own back on. The white fabric grazed his feet, the front of it dipping in a ‘V’ shape. They were different to everyone else's, slightly fancier, due to him being the head priest. Noah's own were different, but for a different reason. He stood on shaky legs and let Allum slip his own robes over his head. They had the same long sleeves and went just past his ankles. The only different was the wide scoop neck which different from the regular adult robes which dipped into a ‘V’.
After they were both clothed, Allum gently caressed his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Soft lips pulled into a gentle smile as he led Noah by the hand out of the room back into the rest of the compound. Just before they left his building, stationed right in the center, a second kiss was pressed to his cheek.
“I'll see you soon for another confessional, alright Noah?”
“yes, your grace.”