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“What did you just say to me?”Your own wide eyed gaze met his, shallow breaths whistling and echoing in the harsh silence. It only took a few seconds before you were forcefully tearing your eyes to the floor, unable to bring yourself to read his expression, or to even respond to him. You had to leave. It was too much. The air thickening with every moment that passed in silence consumed you entirely, enveloped in a cold grasp that threatened to knock the wind out of you.The second you shifted to turn the feeling of leather took hold of your wrist, a forceful yet loose grip inviting you out of your spiral. His thumb traced gently over your vein, no doubt noticing the way it rapidly pulsed as he stepped closer. Your breath came out in a ragged gasp as he tilted your chin, with hesitance you obliged. You were not expecting to see him look at you with such… Reverence, you could almost say. Lips slightly parted and his eyes focussed on your every quirk and movement. The overwhelming need to run, to not let him see your glassy eyes or trembling lip, overwhelmed you. Yet you didn't want to go.“Should I leave?” You only just managed to choke out, with that he pressed his lips to yours, breaking it off before you could even register that it started.“Come with me.” He took your hand.“What about your meeting?”“Forget the meeting.” His voice was stern, yet not in the scathing way that you'd witness cut through many members of the higher clergy. He sounded purely focussed, determined, looking only straight ahead, still maintaining a gentle grip as he guided you through the corridors.It must have taken everything in him to not practically drag you to his quarters.The doors hadn't a chance to sound shut before you were met with an expression you were very familiar with, one filled with a deep simmering hunger that had been bubbling under the surface since the words left your mouth. The way he touched you however told a different story, a soft hand cupping your face as if you would crack if he pressed any further. All tension that once engulfed you started to fade away as you stared back into his softened eyes. Your surroundings all blurred together, the only thing in this world right now was the man right before you.You still felt incredibly shy, incredibly aware of every little microexpression you made. But that didn’t stop you from letting him do whatever he pleased, even if he wanted to stop and study your face for a moment. Then without warning, he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss.You let out a surprised moan as he claimed your mouth, his chest rumbled a growl, yet he remained gentle, as if he were holding himself back. He planted kisses across your jaw line, sighing in the fact you could hear every grunt and deep breath he took. Secondo was one to hold back his own sounds of pleasure, listening to him now, the way he couldn't contain himself around you, was better than anything else he could possibly give you.He sighed deeply when you pressed your thigh to where the fabric strained, unable to hold himself back from rutting against you, claiming your mouth again as he pulled you impossibly close. The air caught in your lungs, head incredibly fuzzy and dizzy with how much you cherished this man. This wasn’t the first time you had been in Secondo’s bedroom, far from it, yet this is the most intimate you’d ever been to him. He’d never pulled you so close, held you so tight, moaned as much into your body as he explored it so delicately with his swollen lips. You needed him, you wanted him so much. There was nothing better than losing yourself in him as you both desperately found pleasure in the friction of each others bodies.You finally lost patience when his hands roamed, fumbling only slightly with the buttons of his dress shirt and caressing every part of skin you bore to the air. You worked your way down, tracing your fingers through the coarse hairs on his stomach. Usually when you two were together, you fucked like animals, appreciating only briefly how incredibly attractive his body was before he filled you to the halt. Now all you could think about was how beautiful he looked, how it felt to rest your palm on his heaving chest.Something about the way you gazed at his body must have snapped something inside him, the next thing you knew you were being lifted and pressed down into his mattress, expression completely darkened.Oh that look he gave always sent a thrill through you, knowing he was going to take good care of his tesoro. This time the anticipation was not knowing what he was going to do, he had been so patient, so tender, savouring every part of you for as long as he could possibly bare. Amidst your thoughts you could feel your habit being pulled up, large hands rubbing at your thighs. As impatient as you’d started to grow, restless and shifting under him, watching him drink in your flush body was too much for you to be complaining about.You gasp when his mouth makes contact with you again. This time he’s harsher, feeling his teeth graze your neck as he sucked and kissed messily with such desperation. Soft moans and whimpers encouraged him to keep exploring, where his mouth wasn't his hands were. All you could do was lie there and take it, the thought of how your neck and shoulders were covered in his red marks and white paints made you throb so needily.He hummed as he flicked his tongue around your hardened nipple, your hands flew to his head immediately, groaning and uncontrollably rutting into his leg. His hand kneaded your other breast, pinching and pulling slightly at the other nipple which was driving you insane. He started nipping and sucking again at your tender skin, smirking almost at each whine every time he made contact. It was overwhelming, you needed him to feel the same. Which is how your hand ended up reaching out and palming his cock, feeling it jolt suddenly against your hand. He let out a sharp moan followed by a lengthy growl, picking up the pace until he was biting and kissing your thighs. You were already a mess, there was no doubt he already knew how wet you were and he hadn’t even reached your core yet. Then you felt it.He parted your folds with a broad lick, before diving in, perhaps unable to continue toying with you. His tongue neglected your clit in favour of dipping inside you as far as possible, groaning and pulling you so close by the hips. Your hands did not leave his head, filling the room with sounds of pure bliss. You felt the bridge of his nose nudge against where you had been neglected and you were grinding again, loud moans tumbling out of you. Your thighs clenched around him and you started to cry out, rocking your hips almost frantically. Then he pulled away.You could have been angry if it wasn’t for the way he continued to look at you. His gaze no longer narrow but wide and vulnerable, as it had been before. After momentary shuffling his face was in front of yours again, lips and chin glazed with your juices. He didn’t move to kiss you, instead he just looked into your eyes and caressed your cheek.“I love you too.” Then you felt him push himself inside.
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It was finally over, and he could breathe again. Secondo was used to the heavy burden that came with his rituals, the ministry had high expectations that rung like an alarm in his head after every performance. That buzzing feeling from the energy of the crowd dispersed all at once when the spotlight was no longer on him, each stage of the ritual came with a new anxiety that he needed to drown out.Today felt different. He still felt the intense urge to lose himself in the arms of another, yet there wasn’t the heavy crushing feeling that came with it. He felt light, energetic, as if he were still performing. It was noticeable in his demeanour, still elegant as though there was no weight on his shoulders when he walked past a group of siblings that travelled with him to help on tour.You were there amongst them.You enjoyed getting away from the abbey for a while, as well as the rituals themselves, not minding the workload that came with it. It was all worth it to see Papa. Those few moments of him walking past after the shows, without a glance in your direction, however, was the closest you’d been to him. It happened every night, usually you'd be helping his ghouls with the heavy lifting, hearing their numerous sighs when you would stop to drink in his every detail.This time in his lighter mood, he looked back.He slows down, and gives you a knowing stare. A look you’d seen him give many of his fans you later saw him with at many hotels, a smirk even if you weren’t kidding yourself. And then he was gone. You caught your breath again, unable to get the only little interaction you’d had with Papa out of your mind.When you next see him, only 40 minutes later, he’s out of the chasuble, and by extension, the paints. Although his face was still obscured by a pair of large sunglasses, and you’d seen him without the paints before, it felt like you were truly seeing him for the first time. He doesn’t say anything to you, but he gives you that look again. You felt your heart thud in your chest. You needed to say something to him.“That was a wonderful ritual, Papa.” You smiled awkwardly.“Ah, thank you brother.” He just stands there, feeling how you were still under his gaze, despite it being obscured.“Do you have any plans this evening?” You wanted to slap yourself, Papa wasn’t one for small talk, neither were you really, yet you let the pressure of this situation get to you. You expected him to just walk away, but instead he actually answers you.“Well, that depends.”“What does it depend on?” You swallowed hard when he took a few steps closer, until you could practically feel the heat of his body.“You.”
From you meeting him outside and getting into his car, to his hotel room, felt like a blur. You couldn’t really believe it the entire time, unsure of whether he’d even be interested in a man, nevermind you. But now there he was, shutting and locking the door so nobody else could intrude on whatever he was about to do to you.You were his tonight and his alone.He stalked up to you, feeling small from the way he slowly looked down on you as if you were his prey, then again he was inches from you. His lips brushed against yours, ever so slightly, breath caught in your throat. But then he went straight for your neck.Your knuckles paled from how deep your fingernails dug their way into his suit jacket, moustache tickling your neck in contrast to how harshly he made his mark.He was in complete control of your every movement, playing your body expertly, every jolt and rut of your hips against his palm was exactly what he wanted. A vibration rang across your neck, a delighted hum from him that urged another breathless moan out of you.“Mi dispiace brother, I’m afraid your Papa is starting to feel impatient now.” The next thing you registered was how he shoved you into his mattress, fiddling and pulling at your cassock until he was able to pull it over your head with your help. Within those few moments you were completely bare to him, unable to even register that Papa Emeritus had practically torn the clothes off your body before he was on top of you.His hand only briefly grazed your cock, a desperation surging through you for him to touch you, to thrust up into his hand until he looked you in the eyes as you spilled all over his glove. But he wanted more than that, he wanted your entire body. Rough hands lifted you up by the hips, kneeding the soft skin behind you until he was at your ass. All you could do was let the evidence of your pleasure spill from you, until you opened your eyes, and you could only see your reflection in his glasses staring back at you.Then you started to feel shy.You were unable to see how he looked at you, how he was truly reacting to your every reaction and expression. All you could see was yourself, very aware of what you were giving him, without knowing if he even enjoyed it.For a moment he stilled, the intensity came to a creaking halt, mind temporarily unclouded enough to take in the echos of panting that filled the walls. He was checking to see if you still wanted him, sensing your unease.Without a word you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in, swallowing his surprised moan in a deep, passionate kiss. Nimble fingers worked his buttons, a deep breath to be heard from him as your hand brushed against his bare skin. He allowed you to lightly push him to the side, sinking to your knees at the edge of the bed. He muttered a curse at the sight of you looking up at him longingly in between his legs.He was still hidden, behind a reflection that only showed what he was seeing. You wanted to see how you made him feel, how he’d look at you lost in bliss. His face shifted when you reached out to take them off. For a moment his hand was on your wrist, but noticing the gentle look you gave him, with reluctance he let go.The look he was giving you made you throb. Eyes capturing you in a trance and burning into yours, a carnal desire simmering behind what he was hiding. His hands were quickly at your shoulders, shoving your to your knees once again, a slight curve of his lips apparent through the way his eyes crinkled. You were completely bare before him, now noticing the way his eyes fixate on your leaking cock, standing and desperate to be touched. But right now you wanted nothing more than to taste him, and feel him fuck back into your throat.You took initiative, baring his cock to the room, and only allowing yourself to briefly admire how richly endowed he is, the way his cock curved, sparking a pooling fire in your belly imagining how that would feel inside you. Just as impatient as he was, you took him in. A pleasured groan rumbled from his chest, hand grabbing a fistful of the sheet, instead of tangling in your hair and allowing himself full rein. No, he let you adjust to him, you were already taking him deeper than expected. He did allow himself, however, the pleasure of sighing and rocking his hips ever so slightly up into you.“You will want to get me nice and wet, brother, unless you want it to hurt.” You whined around him at that, the thought of him fucking you into the sheets, and lack of oxygen, made you dizzy. You drooled around his length at that very thought. A gasp escaped his lips when you moaned around him, small grunts urging you on until he was close. He had to pull you off, he wasn’t finished with you.“On the bed.” The only sounds he wanted you to hear were his direct orders. He was usually this blunt, you wanted nothing more than to hear him lose himself inside you.He pressed you in deeper, giving you three fingers to coat with your saliva as he worked on stripping himself until he was only in his shirt barely hanging on by one button. He looked at you straight in the eyes, a hungry glint as he spread you open and slotted himself between your thighs, and then his finger breached your entrance.You jolted momentarily, a surprising gentle rub of your hips as he eased himself inside you. Your muscles relaxed quickly, granting easy access for the second. You moaned at the way he impatiently wanted to stretch you further, fucking yourself back on his fingers to give him permission. At the third stretch your mouth fell open, yet only a strangled gasp left you.He shushed you gently, his other hand brushing against your cheek. For a moment things were calm, he was knelt in front of your writhing body, taking you in fully whilst he carefully massaged you. You had started to become almost too comfortable in this moment, which elicited a groan in disappointment when his fingers left you empty.“I’m going to fuck you now.” He said with only a slight quiver of his voice. All you could do was dumbly nod, and allow yourself to be pulled until your legs were wrapped around him. He took himself in hand and positioned himself at your entrance. He looked into your eyes once more, the pair of you locked in an intense gaze, then he breached your walls.You whimpered at the intrusion, his cock stretching you even further than his fingers had already, clenching around his tip. He waited for a few moments for your breathing to become less ragged before pushing further, a delirious whine leaving your mouth, he felt so unbelievably good inside you. He wanted to take his time but you needed him to fill you completely, your hands snaked their way around his hips to his ass, pushing him deeper until he bottomed out. He let out a sharp gasp, unexpected tightness coating him entirely until his hips were flush with yours. His face was inches from yours again, foreheads touching and noses grazing each other, yet neither of you made a move to kiss. The air between you was heavy, feeling his hot breath tickle your lips, his cock twitch and write inside you. All you could do was stare into his eyes clouded with primal desire, and squeeze his ass to urge him on.He pulled back, shuddering, and gave you a hard thrust. Your loud moan could probably be heard through the walls, urging him to do it again. He kept going, fucking you slow, hard, and deep, lips parted and ragged breaths to be heard only slightly over your own synthony.“F-fuck, feel so good, Papa…” You wanted to say more, to describe to him exactly how his thick throbbing cock filled you perfectly, but your mind was so clouded in pleasure that you could barely get out a sentence. Your hands remained at his ass, pushing him so close, so deep inside you, bodies rubbing against each other with every rock of his hips.Your body jolted entirely when his stomach brushed against your very neglected cock. Your sticky beads of precum wiped across him. He noticed the way you shifted, and almost wanted to let out a chuckle when he realised why.His thrusts became shallower and faster over time, grunts louder than you’d heard them. His hands moved on their own accord, moving from your shoulders to your hips, sitting up and moving you up and down his shaft desperately. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed release. A large sigh of relief amongst the many moans spilling from your lips as you pleasured yourself on both your hand and his cock.“A-ah, so close…” A growl followed your desperate words, fingers digging deeper into your sides, then he rutted into you like he owned you. That thought had you toppling over the edge, a cut off moan before you were spilling onto yourself. What happened next was unexpected, in the heated moment he lent down and firmly pressed his lips to yours, parting your mouth with his tongue.“Fuck.” His one word echoed in your mouth, and with that he became undone, a series of growls and moans escaping him as he filled you with his release. A deep exhale, and he collapsed onto your chest, still inside you.You remained like that for a few minutes, feeling his cock soften inside you felt incredibly intimate for some reason, the way he had his moment of passion yet still remained. After a very full evening, you were both exhausted, drifting off without even realising it.
Secondo was used to waking up sprawled out across the bed after a night of pleasure, the sun through the blinds making his head pound. What he was not used to was waking up in the arms of somebody else. You had stayed.His heart thudded when he felt your soft body press against his still, breathing softly, arms tangled in him. He made no move, allowing himself to embrace this for a few more hours.