House of God

ℋ𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝑜𝒹

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

1 John 1:9
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The sound of soft whispers faded through the church as the last of the attendees filed out of the building. Roman sighed softly as he watched them from behind the pulpit. He was relieved when he heard the chatter grow fainter and fainter as the church-goers left the premises, liking to be alone. Roman never really wanted to be a priest, but his father had been a priest so it was highly expected of him to be one as well. Stepping away from the pulpit, he frowned as he noticed a single person remained.

A smirking male sat in the front row of pews lining the sides of the old church. Legs crossed with one arm hanging off the back of the pew, his sultry brown eyes looked the unsuspecting priest up and down. The very sight of him sent shivers down the priest's spine. He had been a regular, always sitting in the same spot of the same pew giving him the same hungry look. Taking a few deep breaths to compose himself, Roman reluctantly walked to the male.

"Abraham.. May I ask why you remain here? The service is over." The young priest questioned, eyes narrowed. Abraham only chuckled in response, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, causing his loose shirt to fall off of his shoulder. Roman watched, the same uncomfortable feeling he got from every talk with the male rising. He used his time to scan Abraham's outfit with his eyes. A loose shirt that would show stomach even if lifted the slightest amount, and too-tight pants that were tight in just the right places. The priest's eyes lingered on the second article of clothing before he cleared his throat and looked back at Abraham's face, his smirk widening.

"I wore this just for you. I've noticed how you always stare at me, and it seems I've finally got your attention." Roman's face turned red as scrambled to try to find the words to defend himself, Abraham using that time to grab his hand and place it on his thigh. Roman gulped, quickly moving his hand once it was placed. "I'll have you know, I am not interested in any of these.. These sins you intend on committing. I am a man of god, and will not be tempted by your-" "Tempted by me? Oh Father, how you flatter me!" He giggled, Roman's face only growing redder. "That is not what I meant! You know very well what my morals are, you attending every service. However I'm beginning to believe you only come to gawk at me." Once again the male giggled, leaning forward. "You're right, Roman. I do come to stare at you, and I'm sure you do the same to me." Grabbing onto his collar with both hands, Abraham yanked Roman down to pull him into a kiss. Roman's eyes widened, putting his hands on the other's shoulders as if to push him away. However he did not. Everything his mind was telling him was to pull away, kick out Abraham and never let him come back, but it was as if his body would not listen to him. Everything he had never known regarding his beliefs of homosexuality and of himself began to fly out the window, and, his body working against him, he kissed back.

The two's lips moved in sink as Roman found himself falling deeper and deeper into the feel of the foreign experience. Abraham could sense him melting, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into the other's slightly parted mouth. He didn't pull away until the corners of his eyes began to grow dark from lack of oxygen, wiping the saliva from his mouth afterwards. The young priest quickly backed up, eyes wide and a shaking hand covering his mouth. "Of all things! Y-You infidel, I should throw you out right now!" Despite seeming angry, the lust in his blue eyes was unmistakable. Smirking, Abraham got up to leave but was instead shoved against the wall, Roman's hot breath against his ear in an instant. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this... I may sin today, but we both know who God will forgive." Lightly biting on his earlobe, Roman pinned Abraham's hands up against the wall and kissed him again. This time the kiss was roughed, hungrier. This time, he was in control.