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Vincent Benitez should have had a lot more shame for how he gritted down on his teeth. God has decided that he would be the bishop of Rome, the Holy Father as people called him, but in moments like this, he felt as if he were no more than a man. He had learned to control himself through so much tragedy and grief. He had seen children die and the horrors of war, yet the scene in front of him made him want to cry out in a way those haunting scenes couldn’t get out of him. Seeing his Dean Thomas Lawrence laughing with Secretary Aldo Bellini made him want to break a pen in half.
It wasn’t a new feeling, this jealous rage. He had felt it begin to simmer after the conclave had ended, and now, with over a year under his papacy, it was growing to a terrible boil. Most of the time, he was as he usually was: calm, cheerful, and a bit stubborn. For some reason, however, seeing Thomas made his attention begin to drift to the older man, and seeing him with others, especially Aldo, made his mind cloud into something else entirely.
Of course, Vincent eventually admitted to himself why he felt such a sinful reaction to something so innocent. He was in love with the Dean of the College of Cardinals Thomas Lawrence, and he wanted him desperately. Once he realized this, he prayed on it fervently when he had moments to himself. He always came to the same conclusion: to push aside his feelings as much as possible and love from afar. While the love he had for Thomas was pure in its own way, the possessiveness of it was an aspect not to be indulged.
It would be much less of a problem if he got to see Thomas and properly talk with him more often. Given how busy they both were, their schedules rarely aligned. Vincent dreamed of having long catch-ups instead of the quick “hello how are yous” in hallways or before meetings. That lack of contact made him yearn more, and even the quick sight of Thomas laughing at something his precious Aldo said as Vincent silently walked past made him wish to do something rash. Vincent was smart with himself though and calmed down with a silent prayer to God as he made his way to his meeting with the treasury.
Unfortunately, this attempt at peace could not last forever.
It was a chilly January afternoon in the Vatican. It wasn’t snowing even though that would have been beautiful. He was indulging in one of those rare one-on-one meetings with Thomas about managing the cardinals, this one entailing the elevation of several archbishops around the world. They were sitting across from each other at Vincent’s desk with ease. Vincent noticed that their feet were just barely touching, and it sent his heart into overdrive. It was nearing the end of the meeting, and he could already feel himself missing Thomas.
“Well,” Thomas said as he closed the lid to the files on the desk, “I believe that settles the new appointments for the next while. Archbishop O’Malley has a template email he can send you if you wish to review it before we send out the announcements.”
Vincent smiled. “All these men are doing wonderful work around the world. I’m looking forward to seeing where they go next.”
“They’ll come here soon to meet you properly and settle the paperwork here in Rome. Some of them are so young!”
“Thirty-nine is not young, Thomas, and Archbishop Ibarra will do some excellent work following his ascension to being a cardinal.”
“Compared to us it is,” Thomas grumbled before letting out a sigh and checking his watch. Vincent could only watch as Thomas placed his hand over his own in an apology, “I’m sorry, my dear Vincent, but I have another meeting I must run to. Aldo wants to pursue action against Cardinal Tremblay now that your papacy has set itself,” Thomas then looked up knowingly at Vincent with a mischievous tint in his eye, “At the very least, I have the rest of the day tentatively free, assuming I ignore the paperwork waiting for me in my office.”
Vincent could barely reply, distracted by the softness of Thomas’s palm. If only it could travel up his arm and then perhaps a bit lower...and just then Vincent shut that thought down immediately. “I understand. I certainly have work I must do before my next meeting in half an hour. If you have a free evening tonight, perhaps we could have coffee after dinner. I feel as though I never get to converse with you, at least about topics beyond the papacy,” Vincent said, trying to maintain his usual tone even though all he wanted to do was rush it all out in one breath.
When Vincent looked up at Thomas’s eyes, they were sparkling. “I would love to. Where would suit you best?”
Vincent, selfishly, needed to see Thomas in his space, sitting in his chairs and drinking from his mugs, so the answer felt simple. “My apartment would suffice. Would eight work for you?
Thomas stood up, and Vincent mourned the loss of contact, “It’s perfect. I’ll see you then, Vincent.”
With that, Vincent said a quick goodbye as Thomas rushed off to meet Secretary Bellini, and Vincent couldn’t help but let something sinfully prideful twist in his gut. Aldo may have Thomas for the next hour, but he would have him for a couple hours later in the evening, and Vincent didn’t let himself dare hope beyond that.
***
At 7:55 pm, Vincent heard a knock on his front door. He shot up from his chair and padded over to open his door without even looking to see who it was. Even though he knew who would be at the other side of the door, his heart still picked up when he saw Thomas, dressed out of his cassock and into a warm-looking sweater. Vincent couldn’t help but think about his ungodly thoughts earlier, how he was so close to seeing the man he loved fit so perfectly into his space without the likes of Aldo Bellini and the Curia as a whole.
“Good evening, Vincent. I realized I didn’t offer to bring anything, so I hope that you don’t mind that I brought some biscuits from a market near my apartment,” Thomas said as he lifted up the chocolate covered cookies and shook them in their paper and plastic container.
Vincent felt a shimmer run throughout his torso and let a small smile cross his face. He stepped aside to let Thomas in, saying “I appreciate the gesture, though you didn’t have to bring anything. I would have been happy had you just brought yourself.”
“I couldn’t possibly come empty handed, and these biscuits are quite good,” Thomas said as he watched Vincent close the door and go to the kitchen. Being watched like this, Vincent was so used to it until Thomas did it. Now that he had mostly adjusted to the papacy, he could handle the eyes of hundreds of thousands of strangers upon him, but the gaze of one Thomas Lawrence threatened to pull him to shreds.
Before he thought too hard about Thomas’s rapt attention on him, Vincent moved to his stove and began to prepare a moka pot. “Let me get started on the coffee then. I’m still learning how to use the espresso machines here, so I hope you’ll forgive me if it comes out poorly.”
Thomas paused for a quick moment, and the two of them simply stared across the room at each other. Vincent felt all the air in his lungs yearn to rush out at having those intense blue eyes on him, studying him almost. It wasn’t as if he could judge though, as his eyes roamed the new skin that he could see, the hint of neck available from the sweater that he usually couldn’t see with the cassock on. He passingly wondered how lovely the bright the bruises would be if Vincent was given the chance to lay such a mark of claim on Thomas’s neck. He’d never been one for such things before, but he wondered how well his mark would deter the other men of the Curia if placed high enough. Maybe Aldo would learn to mind his own business then.
Before he knew it, those few seconds were gone, and the air refilled in Vincent’s lungs. Thomas cleared his throat. “I can help you make it. It wouldn’t be any trouble, I mean,” Thomas explained as he sat the cookies down near the couch and moved right to Vincent’s side, making their shoulders just barely touch.
Vincent let Thomas guide him through the act of using the pot. While much of it he already knew, he already knew that he would be using some tips the older man gave for his morning coffee. Besides, it’s not as if he could pay attention to most of it with Thomas so close, as all he could think of was the heat of Thomas’s body next to his and Thomas’s familiar smell. Vincent was glad that he exchanged his own cassock for a simple button down and slacks look for the evening as his papal attire would’ve certainly made him overheat by now.
By some miracle, Vincent was able to manage through Thomas’s gentle guidance and continue to keep his perverted thoughts hidden through the coffee being made and poured into two tiny mugs. It was quite the struggle, seeing Thomas navigate his kitchen so easily despite not having been there in far too long. All Vincent wanted to do was kiss him senselessly. And perhaps kiss a little bit lower…and a little bit lower after that.
“Vincent!” Thomas exclaimed.
Vincent snapped out of his reverie. “Yes? Sorry it’s been a longer day than expected. As you may have heard, Cardinal Tedesco requested an emergency meeting earlier.” Vincent felt something horrible stir in his stomach at the lie. He would pray for forgiveness later.
Thomas let out a chuckle. “Yes. He’s certainly been known to do that, especially with the previous Holy Father. I was just afraid you’d drop your espresso. None of that now. No more work talk for the rest of the evening.”
“Gladly.”
Vincent and Thomas made their way onto Vincent's couch and sat a comfortable distance away from each other. They talked about everything and nothing, and Vincent just allowed himself to enjoy the conversation. Of course, Vincent admired Thomas, the way he held his cup and sat on his couch. Laughed at his words. It made that twisted beast in his heart feel full and sated. He savored this feeling since he knew it wouldn’t last. Come tomorrow afternoon, he’d see Thomas laughing with Aldo once again and feel just as starved as he always did.
Even with those thoughts in the back of his mind, Vincent still followed along with the conversation intently. They exchanged stories of youth and the foods they grew up with. Vincent just knew that he’d have to cook some proper food from his home--maybe something simple like arroz con pollo--and perhaps Thomas would do the same, though he did warn against the blandness of British cuisine. They laughed over motorcycles and childhood scars and how they both prefer cats over dogs. Somewhere along the way, however, as they both grew more comfortable and the conversation flowed, their safe discussion moved towards old crushes and the tiny hints of relationships they had in youth. Vincent could hear his heart in his ears.
“Honestly, I’m quite impressed that you never had your first kiss, even before seminary,” Vincent remarked in a casual tone, ignoring how there was now a constant chant of ‘kiss him’ playing in the back of his mind.
Thomas scoffed. “I always knew that I wanted to become a priest, and that made it easy for me to stop myself. I thought no priest ever broke their vows, so why should I strive for anything but purity? Of course, that was before I knew of the true…underworkings of places like the Curia. And, if I’m honest, it’s not as if I haven’t found people tempting.”
“You have?”
“Of course. I’m just a man at my core, Vincent. To offer you a secret of my own, given what occurred right after your ascension,” Thomas began with a light gulp down his throat, “I have always found both men and women to be…tempting to me.”
Vincent put a gentle hand on Thomas’s lower thigh, closer to his knee if anything. Half of him appreciated the vulnerability it took for a man like Thomas to say such a thing like this. He must have been thinking about doing so for a long time, trading a secret for a secret. The other half of him, however, sang and chanted a variety of inappropriate thoughts. The man he loved was tempted by both men and women. Did that mean he himself had a chance? He certainly hoped so. “Thank you for telling me this. I know well that accepting these things of yourself is far from easy. I would say that I identify similarly, if pressed, but it’s something I rarely gave space for much of my life.”
Vincent watched as Thomas’s mouth hung open ever so slightly, enraptured. “If you don’t mind me asking, was it something you explored in your youth?”
“A bit. Before I joined the church, I kissed a boy once. We were young and both curious.”
“How was it?” Thomas asked. Vincent swore he could hear a bit of eagerness in Thomas’s voice, something luring them both into a trap, but Vincent couldn’t care less. In this moment, Thomas was his and curious in such an enticing way.
“Again, it was a long time ago, but it was sweet. Innocent,” Vincent chuckled at the word choice, "We didn’t go any farther than that. His family moved away soon after, so I wonder where life took him sometimes. I hope he’s doing well.”
When Vincent briefly caught Thomas’s eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes, he decided to take a chance. Or well, the part of him yearning for Thomas in every imaginable way did. The other half of him was screaming to move away from the topic lest he ruin the relationship he and Thomas had. “Do you want to know what it’s like? To kiss someone?”
After a brief moment of confusion, Thomas seemed to catch on to the implication quickly. “It would be improper. Given our roles and the Curia, and--”
“That’s not what I’m asking, Tomás, I’m asking if you want to know. If you say no, we can move on and pretend this never happened. I would completely understand,” Vincent said with a small squeeze to Thomas’s thigh.
“Yes. Yes, I do want that,” Thomas responded after a pause, words ringing like a confession.
“If you are sure, scoot in. Remember, you can stop at any time. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know, and I know you’re a good man, Vincent.”
Thomas scooted in until he was right next to Vincent, thighs touching, and the two men turned towards each other. Vincent gently put his hand to Thomas’s cheek, savoring the feel of his beloved’s skin against his. He reveled in having something Aldo Bellini would never also have: the chance to kiss Thomas Lawrence. Vincent would forever be Thomas’s first kiss, and the thought made him feel so very warm. Vincent gave a small nod, a subtle way of confirming Thomas’s decision. When Thomas nodded back, Vincent tried to ignore his rushing pulse going south and the flutters in his stomach. Vincent forced himself to accept this was likely a one-time thing, a simple satiation of curiosity that would hopefully not ruin their relationship.
Before he could psych himself out, Vincent placed a soft, closed kiss against Thomas’s lips. It was just a press, but any remaining air in the room was sucked out once again by the moment. The only things he could feel were lips and body heat and the frizzles of electricity running through his body. It was everything he could ever wish for as, in that moment, they were lovers kissing on the couch. Not Pope Innocentius XIV and the Dean of the College of Cardinals, not even Vincent and Thomas as work friends, but as two people whose souls wished to combine into one. He was this gorgeous man’s first kiss, and that made it the most precious thing in the world. Vincent could nearly ignore the blasts of ‘mine, mine mine’ in his head with Thomas’s lips against his.
But before he knew it, they had both pulled away, both a little breathless. Vincent opened his eyes to see that Thomas’s were still closed, still processing what had just happened.
“Thomas? Are you okay?”
The older man’s eyes opened slowly as if he were just waking up from a dream. “Yes. That was incredible. I didn’t know you could feel like that.”
“Do you want to do it again?” Vincent asked hesitantly. He wanted Thomas to say yes, but he didn’t wish to assume.
“Yes. Please. May I, erm, try initiating?”
Vincent held in a giggle as Thomas gently held his face in one of his hands. “Of course.”
Thomas kissing him blew him away. It wasn’t because it was amazing of course, but it was because Thomas was kissing him. It felt like everything from the last kiss times a thousand, and Vincent could certainly feel the well of desire pooling in his crotch. He hoped that Thomas wouldn’t be able to see that, but a quiet part of him did, wanting Thomas to know exactly what he did to him.
It was just a press of lips again, and once they pulled away, Vincent rested his forehead against Thomas’s. It seemed to work well enough in the movies after all. “Would you like to try something a bit more advanced?”
“Yes,” Thomas breathed out.
Vincent smiled with false confidence and raw excitement. “Excellent. Just follow my lead”
Vincent began it much the same way as the last two times, but then began to keep going back, mouth opening a bit more. Once they were both on the same page, they slowly got better at exchanging kisses like that, avoiding noses and learning well enough for it to be manageable. Was it likely considered good by anyone who knew better? No. But neither of them did, and that’s the beauty of it. To Vincent, it felt like the best thing in the world. The romantic in him wanted to cry at how beautiful it was to finally show his love in a way that seemed somewhat reciprocated. The other part of him enjoyed owning a part of Thomas’s story, being his first and second and third and so on, at least when it came to kissing. Vincent lost track of the number of kisses quickly.
During a split second where they were both taking a quick breath, Vincent let a thought rush out of him. “May I kiss your neck? I know it’s not what we have been doing, but--”
“Gladly. I’ve been enjoying all of this greatly. I haven’t felt this young in years,” Thomas let out a chuckle in wonder, hands moving to fiddle with the hem of his sweater, “If I’m being completely honest, I’ve wanted this for some time, with you.”
The realization dawned on Vincent, on what these words meant. “Are you saying you love me?”
“Yes, I’d say so. In love with you, even. I’ve thought about it much, and it’s the only conclusion I can draw from how I feel about you. It was something I intended to keep to myself, but given the circumstances, I figured that honesty around such things would be best. If you’d rather I leave, that’s understandable.”
Hearing those words. I’d say so. In love with you, even. There was such a swell of emotions in Vincent that he couldn’t help himself. The banging of ‘mine mine mine’ in his head grew to a forte in his head as he brought Thomas in for a deep kiss. Thomas was actually his, could be his if Vincent accepted him, and accepted him he did.
Vincent couldn’t describe the joy he felt in the deepest parts of his soul as he knew what all this meant. They could be lovers. It would be in secret, sure, but still lovers. He pulled away for a breath and openly admired Thomas’s kiss-reddened lips. “I suppose that was my way of saying I return your feelings wholeheartedly.”
Thomas let out a real smile, like he did when Vincent ascended into the papacy. “Excellent,” Thomas said before bringing Vincent back in for an intense kiss. It was still messy and imperfect, and teeth had a habit of clashing together, but it was beautiful. Suddenly, the background noise in Vincent’s head was somehow louder and more urgent. Thomas was his, and he had to do something about it.
Vincent woefully lifted his lips from Thomas’s and felt a wave of heat rush through him when Thomas whimpered in response. Vincent’s body sang at every noise the older man made, but he desired to continue on his mission from moments ago.
“May I sit on your lap?” Vincent asked, scheming about what he could do next.
Somehow, Thomas turned even redder. “Yes, of course, but be mindful, my dear.”
Wordlessly, Vincent got up and then sat back down, straddling Thomas’s legs. Vincent was surprised at how firm Thomas was everywhere. He slid his hands up Thomas’s arms before resting his hands on his shoulders. Vincent could feel himself getting wetter at the little sound Thomas made at the action. It wasn’t as if he was alone though. He could feel a bulge beneath where he sat, and it took much of his self control to not grind on it. There would be time for that later.
“I go to the gym fairly often. It helps me think in the mornings,” Thomas explained.
Vincent hummed. It was a nice surprise, but he couldn’t help but focus on Thomas’s neck. It was so close and looked so delightful. “You’re truly amazing, my Thomas,” he whispered before diving in.
Vincent couldn’t help but let out a small noise as Thomas bucked his hips up at the new onslaught of sensation. Paired with the delightful taste of Thomas’s neck, he didn’t stand a chance. He pulled Thomas’s sweater to the side and began leaving marks along his neck. He barely remembered to keep it below the cassock line, lest unnecessary--but likely accurate--gossip would spread throughout the Curia, and then he’d actually get a call from Tedesco.
Pushing that disturbing thought aside, Vincent worried another bruise into Thomas’s neck, moaning into flesh because of how Thomas kept subconsciously grinding his erection into Vincent’s own. On a particularly hard thrust, Vincent couldn’t help but bite down hard, leaving teeth marks on Thomas’s shoulder. He hoped the mark would never fade. He could never let another man--and especially Aldo--think Thomas was unclaimed or unspoken for.
Thomas’s hips began to move faster and faster over time, as if he was chasing his pleasure. Vincent moved over to the other side of Thomas’s neck after appreciating the variety of forming bruises that littered that one side. Thomas let out a strangled noise at how Vincent redoubled his efforts on an unmarked surface. If Vincent had his way, he’d keep Thomas here like this forever, trapped in pleasure only he could provide and wearing only his darkening marks. Vincent lost track of time. In the back of his mind, he knew that his own pleasure was rising, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care that he began humping back against Thomas’s dick. He was lost in how good it felt.
“Vincent,” Thomas called out eventually, "Vincent, if you continue with such actions, this will over far more quickly than either of us want.”
Vincent lifted his head up in a daze and stared at Thomas’s blushed face, admiring his lidded eyes and heaving chest. “Of course. What do you want then?
“I,” Thomas struggled to find the words, “I want to taste you, my dear.”
Vincent felt himself throb. In all his fantasies, he never considered that Thomas would want some part of him as well, to take for himself. Vincent held back a moan at the thought of Thomas between his legs, licking and sucking and pressing his fingers deep within his body.
“Yes. That sounds perfect. We should both get undressed. It would be a lot easier without clothes, and I would love to see all of you if you’d let me.”
Thomas nodded. “Perhaps in your bedroom? This couch is comfortable, but given both our ages, I’m worried about how our backs would handle any potential choices we make going forward.”
Vincent agreed with his reasoning and grabbed Thomas’s hand and led him into the bedroom. They undressed separately, a moment of charged calm. Vincent couldn’t help but hear his heart beating loudly, the thoughts of ‘mine’ coming straight back as Thomas anxiously removed his shirt. Vincent pulled off his own shirt in an effort to make Thomas feel less nervous before raking his eyes over the toned muscles of his lover. The idea of calling Thomas his lover made everything in him want to vibrate with excitement and joy. Seeing the contrast between Thomas’s pale torso and the dark marks from earlier made him want to come right then and there.
Thomas seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, staring at Vincent’s bare upper body. Out of curiosity, Vincent began to unbutton his slacks to see how Thomas would react. Seeing his blue eyes go from his chest down to the button of his pants was intoxicating. With that motivation, Vincent removed his pants slowly and took off his socks, placing all his clothes on top of the dresser next to him. He could practically see Thomas drooling over him, and wasn’t that a powerful feeling.
“You should finish undressing too, then come here,” Vincent commanded before getting on his bed. It was a bit small for two people, but they could make it work. He had insisted on nothing larger than a full sized bed after all.
“Oh. Yes. Apologies.” Thomas breathed out before shucking his pants and socks off before sitting on the edge of the bed, grasping the duvet.
Vincent wanted to smile. Thomas seemed so nervous now. They both were. Vincent decided to take the initiative again and scooted back so that he was resting against the pillows, legs spread open. “I believe you said something about taste, mi querido. I’m yours to take, just as you are mine.”
Thomas seemed to stop functioning at the sight, and it made Vincent feel so powerful. He possessed Thomas’s body and affections--and maybe one day even his soul too. All of it was still so overwhelming, but Vincent pressed on. Slowly, he moved his legs so that he could take off his underwear, revealing a moderately sized cock and a small but very wet vaginal opening.
“Can I--” Thomas began, voice hazy and eyes centered on Vincent’s genitalia.
“Absolutely.”
Vincent watched as Thomas hesitantly moved to lie between Vincent’s legs. Seeing Vincent there, between his legs, made him feel as if he was going mad, but at least he seemed to be in good company. Thomas softly put his hands on Vincent’s thighs, and Vincent felt himself getting even wetter.
“Is this okay?” Thomas asked.
“It’s far better than okay. Whatever you do, I’m sure it will be wonderful,” Vincent smiled. Thomas smiled back.
“Let me know if you need me to stop,” Thomas said before tentatively licking up Vincent’s cock.
Feeling Thomas’s wet tongue on him made Vincent moan loudly, just resisting the urge to place his hands on Thomas’s head. The new onslaught of sensations around him wiped all thoughts from his mind. All he could think about was how Thomas began to slowly, carefully bob up and down his prick while pressing his hands hard into Vincent’s thighs. He could see Thomas’s clothed erection make little circles into his bed as Thomas licked at the tip before going back down, mindful of his teeth.
“You look so beautiful like this, Thomas,” Vincent moaned. He barely heard the whimper that came from the other man at the words, but he still had picked it up. It seems Thomas enjoyed such words in the bedroom, and Vincent fully intended to capitalize on it.
“Fuck,” Vincent started just as Thomas moved one of his hands to explore his soaked opening with his fingers, “you are so good to me, my Thomas. Mine to feel and have and hold. So perfect for me.”
Thomas popped off Vincent’s dick and moved a bit lower, playing with Vincent’s length as he moved his tongue to sample Vincent’s pussy. Vincent couldn’t help but arch his hips up at the new feeling. He had rarely ever touched this part of his body, so the feeling of hot, warm, and something dexterous brought him deliciously close to orgasm. Thomas licked with a hunger he’d never seen in the man.
Vincent gave into the urge to place his hands in Thomas’s thinning hair and hold on for dear life as the other man’s tongue explored his sensitive folds and his mouth drank up the slick dripping from him. Vincent could barely handle himself, feeling so delightfully owned by Thomas at the moment. He reveled in the mutual feeling of ownership, how Thomas was his and he was Thomas’s. At the very least, his body certainly felt owned by Thomas, who had just begun to introduce fingers into Vincent’s tight hole.
While Vincent had tried fingering himself once or twice during some long nights after working with Thomas during his papacy, it was nothing compared to the gentle slide of Thomas working his fingers in and out.
“Oh, you’re doing so well for me, Thomas, making me feel so good. Just--just angle your fingers up ever so slightly. So perfect and all mine. Fuck!”
Vincent felt Thomas’s second hand--which was still on his thigh--clench at his praise, and he wished he could see if Thomas’s hips stuttered at such words. He loved seeing Thomas react to his words and body. It further fed his desire to have the man completely. And Thomas was so beautiful, his face covered in Vincent’s wetness, and the singular focus that Thomas gave him made his heart soar and his hole wetter. It was nearly as beautiful as the man below him.
Suddenly, Vincent felt a huge wave of arousal fall over him, and he couldn’t help but moan aloud and try to squeeze Thomas with his thighs. “Yes! Thomas! Right there!” Vincent exclaimed.
Thomas followed his instructions and kept moving over that one spot in his pussy, adding another finger. The stretch combined with the pressure made it near unbearable, and Vincent couldn’t help himself. He barely held on as is.
“More! Please Thomas, more!” He begged thoughtlessly, and Thomas obliged.
Now, Vincent had three fingers in him going back and forth over that sacred spot within him that lit him up from the inside. He grasped at Thomas’s hair hard as his hips made little circles without his permission. He could feel his control slipping and wasn’t that an incredible feeling?
Much more quickly than he had anticipated, Vincent felt his orgasm rising up in him because of Thomas’s ministrations, and his lover seemed content to continue on. “Thomas, I’m so close. I’m--oh--I’m going to come if you keep going.
Thomas looked up for a moment and murmured “Good.” before redoubling his efforts with his fingers. The swift and firm pressure inside of him made him feel like he was truly losing his mind. He was so close. He could taste the orgasm on the tip of his tongue. It just kept building and building and building until--
Suddenly it felt like he was lifting and crashing at the same time.
Vincent let out a series of curses in both English and Spanish as he rode out his orgasm, hips thrashing as much as he could manage with one of Thomas’s hands still firm on his thigh. It would surely bruise by now. He didn’t care how loud he was. It was the best thing he’d ever felt.
Once it was over, Vincent lifted Thomas on top of him and kissed him deeply. He could taste himself on Thomas’s tongue, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Thomas was still, miraculously, hard, and despite the fact that he just had an orgasm, he felt himself throb at the idea of Thomas in him.
“So good to me, Thomas. I want to have you fully now. Would you like to lie with me? Properly?” Vincent asked softly as he met Thomas’s lustful gaze.
“God, yes. I doubt it would be particularly long, but I’d love that.”
“And that’s okay. We have plenty of time to explore,” he reminded Thomas and himself.
“We do. Just let me,” Thomas said as he got off the bed to take off his own briefs and sat back down. Vincent’s eyes were glued to his cock. It was so much bigger than his, but that was likely due to his condition more than anything.
“Do you enjoy what you see?” Thomas asked, regaining his sense of anxiety.
“Very much so,” Vincent said as his eyes wandered over Thomas’s form, “Now come here. How would you like to do this?”
Thomas sat on the bed at Vincent’s feet before moving to rest between Vincent’s legs. “Like this, I imagine. I’d like to see you while we…while we lay together.”
Vincent’s heart soared. He felt the same way. “I’d like that too. You’ve already prepared me quite thoroughly, so when you’re ready, go slowly please.”
“If you’re sure.”
Vincent’s body began to thrum anew as Thomas rearranged them so that his dick was right at the entrance to Vincent’s hole. The way the tip teased his labia made Vincent want to squirm with delight. He needed more. Way more.
“Thomas, please,” Vincent begged.
“Yes. I’m just anxious is all,” Thomas chuckled.
Vincent brought one of his hands towards Thomas’s face, and Thomas leaned into the touch. “Don’t be. We will learn about pleasure together. Either way, I have a feeling that I will enjoy it.”
Thomas let a smile cross his features before he nodded and began to slide in. Vincent had never had more than several fingers inside him, and Thomas’s cock was so much bigger and longer than that. Thomas was going so very slowly, letting Vincent adjust to his size. While it stung a bit, it still felt amazing in its own way. Once Thomas was fully inside of him, Vincent took in their closeness and stroked his own cock to relieve some need. The dual sensations of his hand around himself and Thomas in him made him let out a quiet moan.
“Thomas, you feel so perfect inside of me.”
“As do you. It feels like you’re sucking me in,” Thomas replied with wonder.
“I heard that it feels better if you go in and out,” Vincent joked.
This made Thomas let out a small laugh and mutter back in a tight voice “Of course. I’ve heard the same thing.”
After Thomas pulled his hips back and then thrust back into Vincent’s heat, this time a bit faster, both of them couldn’t help but cry out. Over time, Thomas began to build up a rhythm, going from moving so very slowly to a more reasonable pace as he grew more comfortable. All of it was amazing to Vincent though. The sensation of being filled was like nothing else, and all of it went straight to his weeping cock which moved against his stomach.
The arousal was building up again intensely, alongside Vincent’s possessiveness. They took each others’ virginities. In his mind, that meant Vincent would forever have this moment. It felt even better since he knew his feelings were reciprocated. The man he loved loved him back and was currently fucking him into the mattress. In this act, they owned a small part of each other for the rest of their lives. That sated feeling from before grew. Vincent knew this had to be some type of overconsumption, but as he felt Thomas drag his cock along his walls, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Thomas’s thrust grew to be more forceful. It felt as if his dick was carving out its space within Vincent. After a slight change in angle, those fireworks appeared behind Vincent’s eyes.
“Yes! Thomas, mi vida, right there!” Vincent shouted, uncaring for who could hear. Thomas was his, and he was Thomas’s. Everything else was of less importance.
Thomas shifted his angle to continue hitting Vincent’s g spot with as many thrusts as he could, creating even more wet, sloppy sounds coming from Vincent’s hole. Vincent rolled his head around in pleasure. It felt so good. He could feel that he was getting closer and closer and even closer. He wanted to wrap a hand around his own cock, but he knew that if he did, he would come far too fast, so he held off. Instead, he sunk one hand into the sheets and grasped one of Thomas’s hands with the other.
The intimate gesture of holding hands during such an act grounded Vincent, and it made him want more. Vincent wrapped his legs around Thomas’s back and tried to use his leverage to pull Thomas into him more and more. He needed more. Having Thomas around him like this made him insatiable at the moment.
Vincent cried out after another particularly well-angled slide into his pussy. “Thomas, you’re doing--ah--so well. I--fuck--never thought it’d feel like this, but you’re amazing.”
Vincent felt Thomas speed up even more, almost hammering into his core. It made Vincent feel like he’d burst.
Thomas let out a long groan. “If you say such things, I’ll finish far too fast,” Thomas grunted out.
“You’ve earned it, mi amor. You’re so perfect, above--oh--me like this. The way you’re filling me up, no one else could do better. No one.”
Thomas let out a curse under his breath. “You’re driving me mad. I’m. I’m getting close, dearest.”
“Oh, God, "Vincent blasphemed before he began to take dick in his hand that wasn’t holding Thomas’s. He couldn’t take waiting anymore. The sudden burst of pleasure that came from playing with his length brought him to the edge quickly.
Vincent knew he wasn’t going to last particularly long. He could also feel Thomas beginning to lose the consistent pace, stuttering his hips as he tried to keep in control of himself.
“How close are you, Thomas?”
“Very. You’re so warm around me.”
“As you are in me. You’ve been perfect. My Thomas. Mi amor, I love you. Let go for me!” Vincent ordered, and Thomas couldn’t help but obey.
With a final thrust into him, Thomas surged toward Vincent’s mouth and kissed him clumsily and filthily as he filled Vincent up. The feeling of Thomas letting go inside of him and Thomas’s mouth on his drove Vincent over the edge, cum spurting out of his cock as he wailed out in pleasure. Thomas was his. He was Thomas’s. That made all of this so beautiful.
After both of them had calmed down and taken their breaths, Thomas carefully slid out of Vincent and moved to lay next to him. Vincent could feel Thomas’s wonderful spend, the amazing evidence of Thomas’s possession over him, seeping out and onto the sheets. He couldn’t worry about that now. He was far too blissed out after his orgasm to care. Vincent moved to lay his head on Thomas’s chest and listen to Thomas’s steady heartrate.
“That was incredible, my dear Vincent. Unfortunately, I think both of us will be sore tomorrow after that, Thomas said quietly, looking down to meet Vincent’s eyes.
“Yes, but it was worth it, no?” Vincent asked. While he was sure of how Thomas would answer, he still felt the need to double-check. This was a big deal, even if both of them didn’t act like it was in the moment.
“It very much was. Of course, I am massively concerned about the repercussions of lying with the pope as his cardinal, but it can wait until after I’ve recovered from my orgasm.”
“I hope it doesn’t stop you from pursuing this again. I meant what I said. Every word.”
“I know. I did too. We have to think about this though. Deeply. But you still need to remember that I feel much for you and love you, even if I’ll have to do so from afar, from outside of the Curia.”
“I’d never make you do that. As far as I’m concerned, you are mine, and I am yours. Even if we don’t use romantic titles. After this, I don’t think I could completely let you go.”
“Neither could I. We’re both just men at our cores, Vincent. I want to be with you. I wouldn’t break my vows for just anyone. We just need to be smart about such things.”
“Does this mean we get to be secret lovers?”
Thomas grinned. “Yes, I suppose it does.”
“Excellent. We can talk about this properly later during the day. Perhaps over some coffee tomorrow evening?” Vincent offered, not even daring to hide the implication it held now.
“That sounds perfect, Vincent. I look forward to it. I’ll even have Ray send you a calendar invite.”
“What are the odds he’ll piece us together?” Vincent asked lightly.
“Oh, I give it about several days at most. He’s the cleverest and most well-connected person in the whole Curia, but he’s good with secrets. He wouldn’t betray me, or you for that matter.”
“Good,” Vincent said with a yawn. It seems that the caffeine had worn off, and exhaustion was fast catching up to him. Thomas yawned in response. They both sat there, fighting exhaustion for a few minutes, losing more and more to sleep with each passing second. They just enjoyed each other’s company and what it felt like to have and hold each other.
“We should clean up this mess,” Thomas muttered as his eyes began to flutter shut.
“In the morning,” Vincent grumbled, letting his eyes close before falling asleep. The mess this would cause could wait until the morning, but for now, he wanted to lay in the arms of his lover.
In his last seconds of consciousness, he listened to Thomas’s soft snores, his mind contently whispering ‘He’s mine. He’s mine. He’s mine.’