exorcism ⚣

heaven's sake

lucifer = devil = luce = satan = beelzebub = morningstar = bottom

priest = father = top

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Who knew a little visit to the church would satisfy the little devil? It was just a quick one for Lucifer, one of his occasional 'sexssions', as he called it.

In the tight sacristy, Lucifer and the young priest were crammed inside, struggling to keep quiet as people sat on their pews waiting for their known Father. Heat surrounded the two sweaty bodies, which is more than enough for the priest being covered with too many layers of white fabrics.

The devil palmed the priest, teasing his stiffness under the white alb. Soft whimpers escaped the priest's lips, his head leveling down as Lucifer kneeled before him. "How'd you like it, Father?"

Lucifer's stare was innocent. He kept his eyes on the priest before him, the latter's eyes was filled with desire. A second passed, the desire grew into an urge, Father's fingers tangling within the devil's locks. The fabric slipped off, leaving him with a hardened tent under the Calvin Klein underwear. Lucifer's brow raised at that, but left that thought aside when the hand tugged at his scalp, pressing his mouth against his dickprint.

Blowjobs were one of Lucifer's top 5 hobbies. The way foreskin would slide smoothly against his tongue, the different girths of each cock he gets to experience literally widens his taste. The smell, oh God, the smell. The smell of desperation leaking out the reddish tip, the smell of impatience and yet readiness to shove itself into his mouth, oozing precum, stiffening between his lips.

Beelzebub bit the garter of the holy's underwear, dragging it with his teeth, the briefs making more teasing contact with the sex pistol. He set his eyes on Father, with the innocent look again and it pissed Father the fuck off.

But he notices, the devil knows. The faint flush growing in the Father's cheeks as he exposed his wood and teased the side of his shaft, sliding his tongue in an upward motion with his fingers brushing onto his balls ever so slightly. The priest drops his head and groans, face contorting with pleasure and prevents himself from thrusting his hips up. He engulfs himself in this sensation, feeling so good with just the sides of the base being stimulated.

The silent prayers outside the storage room doesn't help. It distracts his balance, almost toppling over when he grips the side of the cabinet, metals and chalices clanging together. "Fuck..." He felt that people have eyed the room, and they would've went in the sacristy if it wasn't for their fuck ups in life leading them to focus on spilling their problems to something made up, but, oh well.

The priest was getting the suck of his life. Satan was so good at it, that the blesser didn't even question how that phrase is concerning and might be taken literally.

Lucifer knew all the right ways, the right time, and the priest's preferences with just one lick. He knew that Father was indulging in the slow up and down motions in the base of his shaft. He isn't one for vanilla. Without a warning, he took the whole girth in his mouth, Father inhaling sharply, heavy breaths in an attempt to restrain himself from flipping Lucifer over to fuck his ass repeatedly.

Hands kept Father's legs apart, but it would be a lie to deny the fact that Morningstar's advances were to cup a feel of his thighs, but he deserved it for himself. He focused on the thick cock his lips enveloped, and bobbed his head in a quickening pace. The priest's breath followed. "Oh fuck- I... Baby-"

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Trying to force himself down the width of his cock, he nestled his lips into Father's hairy balls for a while, calming their breaths as he edged the other's climax, his mouth letting go of his cock with a smirk.