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"Forgive me L*rd..." Zev's voice cracked in a broken whisper as he dropped to his knees inside the dark confession booth.
His hands shook as he yanked Cassian's belt open, pulled his trousers down, and freed his thick, leaking cock. Without another word, Zev took him deep into his mouth, sucking hard like a man begging for salvation and damnation at the same time.
"Fuck- Zev," Cassian hissed, fingers gripping the perfect prefect's hair. "You're supposed to be praying right now."
"Then pray for me," he growled, stroking Cassian's throbbing dick with rough, desperate strokes. "Pray for this sinner who can't stop thinking about choking on your cock while standing on the altar."
He leaned in again, taking him deeper, gagging softly as tears of guilt and lust slid down his cheeks.
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Cassian Voss was sent to Saint Aurelius Academy to be purified. To be corrected. To be made worthy of the altar.
Obedience is expected. Desire is not!
He was never supposed to ruin Zev Callen.
Zev Callen is everything the academy built itself to produce. Controlled, disciplined, trusted by the priests to maintain order and correct what doesn't belong. He has never struggled with temptation.
Until Cassian made him fall.
What begins as discipline becomes attention.
Attention becomes something harder to ignore.
In a place where every action is watched and every sin is accounted for, what grows between them is not just forbidden, it is damnation itself.
Because some temptations don't arrive loudly. They come quietly, dressed as duty.
As control. As something you can still resist...
Until you're already on your knees, begging for more.