The metal folding chair underneath you felt uncomfortable and the pillow on it didn't help to ease your comfort at all. You clasped your hands and pressed them to your forehead, closed your eyes and began to speak, "forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession."
In the confession box, with William on the other side of the grate, you bared your soul.
"Tell me your sins, child. Whenever you're ready."
"I've been thinking about you-" you felt your heartbeat in your throat though you forced your voice under control, "ever since I met you, I've been having dreams about you."
You anxiously awaited his reply only to hear what you could only regard as a small chuckle. "Do tell me, what happens in these dreams of yours?"
"We usually..do things only done between a married man and woman. It's a sin- lust- I know it is, but, I can't help myself. Every time I touch myself I can't help but imagine you telling me what to do."
"You certainly don't sound sorry," William's voice seeped through the barrier between, the strictness in his tone made more heat pool in your gut, "how can you expect God to love you unconditionally if you're not properly repenting?" William audibly swallowed. "But there is a way back into His good graces, and confessing your sins certainly is a start."
"I'll be sure to repent, I'll be good." You weren't exactly sure whether you were talking about the confession or what you hoped was to come. You pressed the heel of your palm against the front of your pants, feeling your dick twitch. It was too little, too much, all at the same time.
"But how can I be sure that you won't fall victim to your own wrongdoings again once you leave this confessional?" William spoke again, his voice dropped even lower than before, and you let your head fall back against the wooden wall with an audible thump. This man is going to be the death of you. When the voice on the other side of the barrier spoke again, you heard the muffled sound of a door opening. "I'll just have to make sure that you learn from your mistakes."
A brief series of footsteps, the wood creaking beneath the overly tight grip of fingertips. As he carelessly threw open the door to your side of the confessional, the hinges protested with a loud creak. You didn't realize you'd closed your eyes until you opened them wide, revealing the silhouette of a tall man in a black robe peering down on you, cat eyes glinting in the near darkness.
"What are we going to do about your repentance now?" The devilish grin on William's face cannot be defined in any other way.
"I'll do whatever you say, Father, there's this longing inside of me and it burns." You licked your lips and breathed heavily.
William's hand moved towards you until his rough fingers cradled your face, "down on your knees."
It took all of the restrain you could muster in that moment to do as you were told, slowly loosening your grip on the wood as you slid off the small chair and down on your knees, chin up, knowing fully well that William must be able to smell your arousal by now. And from the way the soft touch of the other man's fingertips turned into a tight grip on your jaw, you were right. His lips twisted into a grimace.
You were very much aware that the game you were playing was a dangerous one. But there was an undeniable thrill to it, doing something like this, in the house of God. Even though this isn't the first time you've been so intimate with a man, you continued craving more. It's not every day you get to enjoy your back getting blown out by your hot priest.
"Go on."
Regardless of the lack of light, you were now close enough to see how hard William was, clearly enjoying this small game as much as you were. Your fingers trembled as you fiddled with his belt, undid the clasp, and pulled his pants as well as his boxers down by the belt loop just enough to uncover his hard dick.
Your eyes focused in on the view presented before you. And what a view it was. William's rumpled black shirt, pulled free in a haste, giving way to the familiar planes of his lower stomach and the trail of brown hair that you could've only imagined he had. He threaded his calloused fingers through your hair to push you closer to his dick. You dug your fingers into the man's thighs, tilted your head down to collect the saliva in your mouth to use as lube, and finally wrapped your lips around his dick. He was by no means small, he had to be at least 8 inches. You felt it throb inside your throat, it was unreal.
"That's it," William muttered lustfully between small moans, "take it all. Good boy." The hand in your hair tightens. The sudden praise undeniably turned you on more and honestly just edged you to do better. You reveled in the taste of him, moaned around his dick, which sent vibrations through William's body.
His hands tore you off his cock, your lips red and wet from your saliva and his precum. You looked up and clearly saw William's face. Just the sight of him blushing so hard almost made you cum without even being touched yet.
"Enough of that," he mumbled as he pulled you off his cock and up. You took the opportunity to kiss him, and he moaned a bit once he tasted himself on your tongue. He urged you backwards as the kiss continued, until the back of your thighs collided with a cold surface. You don't get much time to realize that it's the church's altar you've hit before William lifted you up in one fluid motion, sat you atop the surface, legs spread to allow himself to stand between them.
William let his hand travel down your arm as he smiled and kissed his way down your throat, pausing here and there to leave faint hickeys. He marveled at the way your body responded to his touch as he took a moment to observe your face before he pulled down your your pants along with your boxers.
"Haa- fuck!" you hissed as cold air hit your exposed dick. You shivered and arched your back towards William's body, whose erection was now pressed against your knee.
"I need you to fuck me. Please."
William positioned your thighs around his waist, "you're being so good, asking so nicely." He whispered, and his head came down to meet your lips in a rough kiss. "Begging for it."
He grabbed his leaking dick and spread his precum to use as lube. "You're going to look so handsome once my cock is in you," he said with a growl and positioned himself at your hole. He slid in with ease, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of having you clenched around him.
Up until now, it took William every ounce of self restraint he could muster to not ravage you right then and there, but he just couldn't hold back anymore. He set a brutal pace, never letting go of you as you met each one of his thrusts, his free hand sneaking down between the two of you to jerk you off.
"You're so desperate for it," he hissed between his teeth, hips snapping in a steady rhythm that made you cry out with each stroke. "So good for me," he rambled on, pressing kisses to your neck. "All just for me."
For a while, all that could be heard were the man's praises and the sound of skin slapping against skin, occasionally drowned out by your guttural moans.
"Are you close?" He mumbled, changed his pace in favor of deep, slow, thrusts and slow strokes that had you on the verge of tears. "You're so handsome like this, taking every inch of me."
You opened your mouth, but no sound came out as William pulled out. He pressed the tips of your dicks together and began jerking you both off at a quick pace, the hot coil inside your gut ready to burst.
"Joseph," William groaned, followed by the most beautiful moan you'd ever heard.
"William," a broken moan wrecked your body as you both came, his rhythm never faltered until your own fingers stilled and only soft mewls left your lips.
William closed his eyes breathed heavily, he puffed out a laugh. "There you have it, you've been delivered from your inhibitions and guilt."
You threw your arms around him, "I love you." He pulled back and looked at you, a smirk tugged at his lips. He was still hard.
Looks like you'd be here all night.
