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@anonymous-bjd-siren
❤️🔥⛪Intro Post⛪❤️🔥
Hiya, you can call me Tomcat, Cat, Kitty, Doll, Dolly, Dollie, or Siren.
My pronouns are He/It, and my terms are masc, neutral, fem, and nonhuman.
If you get off to anything I post, please tell me <3 I'm nosy. An anon simply containing "🐚" works as shorthand.
★My plushsona
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Once supper was finished, and Matt cleaned up and got changed, he knocked on Samael's door. "Father?"
- @starving-craving
After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Samael, still in his robes.
"Apologies, my child. I was about to get undressed to change. What did you need?"
Samael let his gaze rake over Matt's body, since he knew Matt didn't mind. His eyebrows raised in subtle appreciation.
"I'm ready for bed. Can I wait in your room?" Matt requested. He couldn't help but feel a little proud as he noticed the priest him looking over.
Since the night was warm, he was only wearing a pair of borrowed pants. His top was bare, slightly defined muscles and dark nipples on show- oh. Oh, he had nipple piercings, simple barbells ended with a silver ball on each side.
Samael was too distracted by the piercings to question why Matt needed to be in his room at all. "What? Uh- yeah. Sure... uh, come on in."
He stepped aside to let Matt in, and shut the door behind him.
"You can touch them, you know." Matt teased when he noticed the priest's focus, coming in and sitting on the bed.
"What?" He asked, still dazed. "Wha- What?? No! No, I'm good, thank you."
He shook his head, and grabbed his pajamas off of the bed to go change in the bathroom.
Matt giggled, watching Samael leave. The moment he heard the bathroom door close, he reached over to the plushie on the bed and gently pushed its skirt up to steal a photo.
A hole had been hastily snipped out of the juncture between the rabbit's legs and later lined with a pocket. The texture of the fur around it had changed, becoming slightly stiffer. He clearly took the care to wash it after play, but some amount of damage couldn't be avoided.
There was distress around the face as well, likely from lots of rubbing and kissing. Over all, a very well-loved plushie.
Once supper was finished, and Matt cleaned up and got changed, he knocked on Samael's door. "Father?"
- @starving-craving
After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Samael, still in his robes.
"Apologies, my child. I was about to get undressed to change. What did you need?"
Samael let his gaze rake over Matt's body, since he knew Matt didn't mind. His eyebrows raised in subtle appreciation.
"I'm ready for bed. Can I wait in your room?" Matt requested. He couldn't help but feel a little proud as he noticed the priest him looking over.
Since the night was warm, he was only wearing a pair of borrowed pants. His top was bare, slightly defined muscles and dark nipples on show- oh. Oh, he had nipple piercings, simple barbells ended with a silver ball on each side.
Samael was too distracted by the piercings to question why Matt needed to be in his room at all. "What? Uh- yeah. Sure... uh, come on in."
He stepped aside to let Matt in, and shut the door behind him.
"You can touch them, you know." Matt teased when he noticed the priest's focus, coming in and sitting on the bed.
"What?" He asked, still dazed. "Wha- What?? No! No, I'm good, thank you."
He shook his head, and grabbed his pajamas off of the bed to go change in the bathroom.
Once supper was finished, and Matt cleaned up and got changed, he knocked on Samael's door. "Father?"
- @starving-craving
After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Samael, still in his robes.
"Apologies, my child. I was about to get undressed to change. What did you need?"
Samael let his gaze rake over Matt's body, since he knew Matt didn't mind. His eyebrows raised in subtle appreciation.
"I'm ready for bed. Can I wait in your room?" Matt requested. He couldn't help but feel a little proud as he noticed the priest him looking over.
Since the night was warm, he was only wearing a pair of borrowed pants. His top was bare, slightly defined muscles and dark nipples on show- oh. Oh, he had nipple piercings, simple barbells ended with a silver ball on each side.
Samael was too distracted by the piercings to question why Matt needed to be in his room at all. "What? Uh- yeah. Sure... uh, come on in."
He stepped aside to let Matt in, and shut the door behind him.
Once supper was finished, and Matt cleaned up and got changed, he knocked on Samael's door. "Father?"
- @starving-craving
After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Samael, still in his robes.
"Apologies, my child. I was about to get undressed to change. What did you need?"
Samael let his gaze rake over Matt's body, since he knew Matt didn't mind. His eyebrows raised in subtle appreciation.
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"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
Matt ground against Samael a little on instinct, crowding him in and pushing his back against the church wall. He confidently deepened the kiss, easily taking the priest apart. His hands rested on his hips, squeezing lightly.
Samael shivered at Matt's touch, now rock-hard against him. He whined, and as he reconciled that he couldn't ask for more without breaking his vows, he remembered that Doll was still there, watching, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Samael let out a little noise of mortification. He couldn't believe he'd lost control so thoroughly in front of Doll. What must he think of Samael now???
He pulled his lips away from Matt with a gasp, and covered his mouth.
"Oh, good gracious... I'll never recover from this."
Matt only pulled away once he sensed Samael recoiling, looking up at him worriedly. "I think you'll recover pretty soon." He patted his shoulder, stepping away to give him some air. He shot Doll a grin as he did so, very much ignoring his own very obvious boner.
"Will I, really?? I've been perfectly chaste in front of Doll for as long as I've known them, and it's due to your influence that I've just shattered that image! He must be horrified to see his priest in such a state!"
Doll snickered. "Yeah, horrified..."
Samael blinked, snapping his head toward Doll. "I beg your pardon??"
Doll straightened up, and put on his best babydoll eyes. "I mean, 'I don't mind, Father. I won't ever judge you for your body's natural urges. You know this.'"
Samael's brow furrowed, like he didn't know what to make of that switch up.
Matt covered his mouth to muffle his laugh, watching the two. "Fatherrr, you gotta stop treating me as some degenerate corrupting Doll." He teased.
"It's not Doll I'm complaining about you corrupting," Samael reprimanded.
"Honestly, it feels like you're trying to make me break my vow of celibacy. Is that what you're doing?"
Matt gasped, putting a hand on his chest. "Father! I would never do something like that." He insisted, shaking his head.
Samael rolled his eyes. "Really convincing. And- why is it that you only call me 'Father' when you're reprimanding me?" He asked pitifully.
"That would be because I don't usually address people by titles, and when I need to use one it'd be a bit awkward to call you by your name." Matt said simply. "Oh, please don't be upset with me. I can call you father while we're in bed too,"
Samael's face lit up bright red. "That won't be happening!!! Great heavens, you spew blasphemy with every breath."
He turned around to regulate himself. He took a deep breath, eyes closed, and threw his head back in exasperation.
Matt giggled, folding a little as he did. He shot Doll an amused look, maybe a little too proud of himself for getting a reaction. "Oh, cool down, I just meant cuddling. That's not a sin, is it?"
"It's—" Samael took another deep breath. "...No, but that's not what you meant, and you know it."
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
Matt ground against Samael a little on instinct, crowding him in and pushing his back against the church wall. He confidently deepened the kiss, easily taking the priest apart. His hands rested on his hips, squeezing lightly.
Samael shivered at Matt's touch, now rock-hard against him. He whined, and as he reconciled that he couldn't ask for more without breaking his vows, he remembered that Doll was still there, watching, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Samael let out a little noise of mortification. He couldn't believe he'd lost control so thoroughly in front of Doll. What must he think of Samael now???
He pulled his lips away from Matt with a gasp, and covered his mouth.
"Oh, good gracious... I'll never recover from this."
Matt only pulled away once he sensed Samael recoiling, looking up at him worriedly. "I think you'll recover pretty soon." He patted his shoulder, stepping away to give him some air. He shot Doll a grin as he did so, very much ignoring his own very obvious boner.
"Will I, really?? I've been perfectly chaste in front of Doll for as long as I've known them, and it's due to your influence that I've just shattered that image! He must be horrified to see his priest in such a state!"
Doll snickered. "Yeah, horrified..."
Samael blinked, snapping his head toward Doll. "I beg your pardon??"
Doll straightened up, and put on his best babydoll eyes. "I mean, 'I don't mind, Father. I won't ever judge you for your body's natural urges. You know this.'"
Samael's brow furrowed, like he didn't know what to make of that switch up.
Matt covered his mouth to muffle his laugh, watching the two. "Fatherrr, you gotta stop treating me as some degenerate corrupting Doll." He teased.
"It's not Doll I'm complaining about you corrupting," Samael reprimanded.
"Honestly, it feels like you're trying to make me break my vow of celibacy. Is that what you're doing?"
Matt gasped, putting a hand on his chest. "Father! I would never do something like that." He insisted, shaking his head.
Samael rolled his eyes. "Really convincing. And- why is it that you only call me 'Father' when you're reprimanding me?" He asked pitifully.
"That would be because I don't usually address people by titles, and when I need to use one it'd be a bit awkward to call you by your name." Matt said simply. "Oh, please don't be upset with me. I can call you father while we're in bed too,"
Samael's face lit up bright red. "That won't be happening!!! Great heavens, you spew blasphemy with every breath."
He turned around to regulate himself. He took a deep breath, eyes closed, and threw his head back in exasperation.
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
Matt ground against Samael a little on instinct, crowding him in and pushing his back against the church wall. He confidently deepened the kiss, easily taking the priest apart. His hands rested on his hips, squeezing lightly.
Samael shivered at Matt's touch, now rock-hard against him. He whined, and as he reconciled that he couldn't ask for more without breaking his vows, he remembered that Doll was still there, watching, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Samael let out a little noise of mortification. He couldn't believe he'd lost control so thoroughly in front of Doll. What must he think of Samael now???
He pulled his lips away from Matt with a gasp, and covered his mouth.
"Oh, good gracious... I'll never recover from this."
Matt only pulled away once he sensed Samael recoiling, looking up at him worriedly. "I think you'll recover pretty soon." He patted his shoulder, stepping away to give him some air. He shot Doll a grin as he did so, very much ignoring his own very obvious boner.
"Will I, really?? I've been perfectly chaste in front of Doll for as long as I've known them, and it's due to your influence that I've just shattered that image! He must be horrified to see his priest in such a state!"
Doll snickered. "Yeah, horrified..."
Samael blinked, snapping his head toward Doll. "I beg your pardon??"
Doll straightened up, and put on his best babydoll eyes. "I mean, 'I don't mind, Father. I won't ever judge you for your body's natural urges. You know this.'"
Samael's brow furrowed, like he didn't know what to make of that switch up.
Matt covered his mouth to muffle his laugh, watching the two. "Fatherrr, you gotta stop treating me as some degenerate corrupting Doll." He teased.
"It's not Doll I'm complaining about you corrupting," Samael reprimanded.
"Honestly, it feels like you're trying to make me break my vow of celibacy. Is that what you're doing?"
Matt gasped, putting a hand on his chest. "Father! I would never do something like that." He insisted, shaking his head.
Samael rolled his eyes. "Really convincing. And- why is it that you only call me 'Father' when you're reprimanding me?" He asked pitifully.
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
Matt ground against Samael a little on instinct, crowding him in and pushing his back against the church wall. He confidently deepened the kiss, easily taking the priest apart. His hands rested on his hips, squeezing lightly.
Samael shivered at Matt's touch, now rock-hard against him. He whined, and as he reconciled that he couldn't ask for more without breaking his vows, he remembered that Doll was still there, watching, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Samael let out a little noise of mortification. He couldn't believe he'd lost control so thoroughly in front of Doll. What must he think of Samael now???
He pulled his lips away from Matt with a gasp, and covered his mouth.
"Oh, good gracious... I'll never recover from this."
Matt only pulled away once he sensed Samael recoiling, looking up at him worriedly. "I think you'll recover pretty soon." He patted his shoulder, stepping away to give him some air. He shot Doll a grin as he did so, very much ignoring his own very obvious boner.
"Will I, really?? I've been perfectly chaste in front of Doll for as long as I've known them, and it's due to your influence that I've just shattered that image! He must be horrified to see his priest in such a state!"
Doll snickered. "Yeah, horrified..."
Samael blinked, snapping his head toward Doll. "I beg your pardon??"
Doll straightened up, and put on his best babydoll eyes. "I mean, 'I don't mind, Father. I won't ever judge you for your body's natural urges. You know this.'"
Samael's brow furrowed, like he didn't know what to make of that switch up.
Matt covered his mouth to muffle his laugh, watching the two. "Fatherrr, you gotta stop treating me as some degenerate corrupting Doll." He teased.
"It's not Doll I'm complaining about you corrupting," Samael reprimanded.
"Honestly, it feels like you're trying to make me break my vow of celibacy. Is that what you're doing?"
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
Matt ground against Samael a little on instinct, crowding him in and pushing his back against the church wall. He confidently deepened the kiss, easily taking the priest apart. His hands rested on his hips, squeezing lightly.
Samael shivered at Matt's touch, now rock-hard against him. He whined, and as he reconciled that he couldn't ask for more without breaking his vows, he remembered that Doll was still there, watching, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Samael let out a little noise of mortification. He couldn't believe he'd lost control so thoroughly in front of Doll. What must he think of Samael now???
He pulled his lips away from Matt with a gasp, and covered his mouth.
"Oh, good gracious... I'll never recover from this."
Matt only pulled away once he sensed Samael recoiling, looking up at him worriedly. "I think you'll recover pretty soon." He patted his shoulder, stepping away to give him some air. He shot Doll a grin as he did so, very much ignoring his own very obvious boner.
"Will I, really?? I've been perfectly chaste in front of Doll for as long as I've known them, and it's due to your influence that I've just shattered that image! He must be horrified to see his priest in such a state!"
Doll snickered. "Yeah, horrified..."
Samael blinked, snapping his head toward Doll. "I beg your pardon??"
Doll straightened up, and put on his best babydoll eyes. "I mean, 'I don't mind, Father. I won't ever judge you for your body's natural urges. You know this.'"
Samael's brow furrowed, like he didn't know what to make of that switch up.
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"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
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"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
Matt ground against Samael a little on instinct, crowding him in and pushing his back against the church wall. He confidently deepened the kiss, easily taking the priest apart. His hands rested on his hips, squeezing lightly.
Samael shivered at Matt's touch, now rock-hard against him. He whined, and as he reconciled that he couldn't ask for more without breaking his vows, he remembered that Doll was still there, watching, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Samael let out a little noise of mortification. He couldn't believe he'd lost control so thoroughly in front of Doll. What must he think of Samael now???
He pulled his lips away from Matt with a gasp, and covered his mouth.
"Oh, good gracious... I'll never recover from this."
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
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"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
Matt shifted slightly, taking a shaky breath when he felt their crotches press together. "Good." He muttered, hesitating just a little before pulling Samael into a needy kiss.
Samael moaned against Matt's lips, cradling the back of his neck as their mouths moved together. His hips shifted forward of their own accord.
Samael's breath was hot and heavy. He let Matt take the lead, since he knew he didn't have enough experience to.
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
Matt hesitantly stepped closer, pressing their bodies together to steal some warmth. He felt his pants tenting as he pressed against Samael's crotch, his cheeks burning by now. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing the priest's neck as he gathered courage to ask something more than a little ballsy.
"...it's not breaking vows if you only kiss someone, is it?" He asked quietly, their faces inches away.
The outline of Samael's boner was now firmly pressing against Matt's body. He took in a sharp breath, then let it out as a trembling sigh.
"...I suppose not..."
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
"I drank from his thigh too." Matt shrugged. "And if I didn't mention it before, he certainly knows now." He chuckled, resting his free hand on Samael's thigh. They were dangerously close by now, he could feel the warmth of the priest's body drawing him in.
Samael whimpered, and pressed his legs together. If Matt were just a bit closer, he might have felt the throb that pulsed through a certain part of the priest's body at the touch of Matt's hand.
His breathing was soft and shaky, and Samael's body stayed frozen in place.
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
- @starving-craving
"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
Matt glanced down to Samael's lips, feeling his face heat up a little bit. No, he couldn't, even if Doll was the only person that would see...
"Can't I just find your happiness cute?" He huffed, adjusting his fingers on Samael's jaw. "I happen to think your body's pretty cute too. Hot, obviously, but the shape of your thighs is just adorable." He muttered lowly.
Samael let out a choked noise when Matt mentioned his thighs.
"...I take it that means Doll knows where you drink from?"
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"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
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"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
Matt did a vague gesture to show Samael's entirety, snorting at the comment. "When would I get brain damage?" He asks, coming closer to touch Samael's cheek. "Your smile is cute, for one."
His breath hitched at the touch, and he locked eyes with Matt. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted Matt to do more.
Instead of asking for it, he huffed again, this time sounding a bit more disbelieving, "That it?"
"Y'know, I don't think it would be a sin if he just watched us and jerked off on his own." Matt hummed, smiling mischeviously. "We wouldn't be touching him, after all..."
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"That sounds like a lovely idea. That's what we're going with, then?"
He let out a sensual purr. "I can't wait to cuck a priest. Can I be facing him, however we decide to fuck? I wanna watch."
"I think we can both face him." Matt grinned. "If we fuck like last time... I want to see him too, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of that view."
"Sounds good, but I kinda wanna be on bottom for that... Let him get jealous of you for fucking me. Y'know?"
There was something exhilarating about having this conversation in a church. The taboo of it all made their planning arousing in its own right.
Matt grinned. "Oh, love, that sounds even better..." It felt odd to conspire in the church like this, but he could feel a thrum of excitement under his skin. "We can start with a nice, innocent dinner at your place, yeah?"
"Mhm. Perfect... Uh, how do you suppose we get him into my bedroom, though? Just offer a more comfortable place to sit? Or should we send him in there to retrieve something..? The plan won't work very well if he stays in the dining room."
He clicked his tongue, struggling to figure out a smooth transition with the three of them.
"I think a more comfortable place to sit sounds just fine." Matt hummed. "Unless we figure out something better until then."
"Sounds good. I guess we just wait a bit and then he'll call us over? Debating on playing dumb when he asks me questions... at least for a bit. I wanna see him squirm as he tries not to expose himself. Cause he's never acknowledged being attracted to me beyond general, polite compliments to my appearance."
Doll crossed his legs and shifted from side to side impatiently. He couldn't wait for the climax of his seduction to finally come to fruition.
"He's got someone in the booth, I'm guessing he'll come over once he's done there." Matt said, leaning against Doll a little. "Mm, I hope he won't be upset enough to kick me out for the night... I do need the place to stay."
"He wouldn't do that. He knows you need it. Or, maybe he'll ask me to take you home, since he knows you've spent the night at my place before, now. Should I make up a reason why I can't do it so you get to stay?"
Doll leaned against Matt as well, nuzzling him a bit.
Matt smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Doll. This was actually quite nice, like having a little cuddle. "I'd appreciate that. Not that I wouldn't like staying with you, but you live pretty far and I have a lecture tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him I'm already planning to have someone over tonight. I'll just invite someone over so it's not a lie. I even get to have a nice fuck as a reward. Mm... Should I call over an exhibitionist friend of mine so I can send you video?"
A little trill left his throat, showing he was pleased with his idea.
Matt grinned at the idea, his eyes sparkling some. "Oh, I would love to see that." He confirmed quickly, a little flustered just from imagining it.
A smile formed on Doll's lips. "Perfect. I'll schedule that, then."
A few minutes later, Father Samael finally emerged from the confessional. He locked eyes with the two of them, then nodded for them to follow. Doll tapped Matt on the shoulder and stood.
Matt reluctantly let go of Doll, pushing himself to stand up and following the two. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous by now.
They came to a hallway where no one lurked, and Samael slowed to a stop. He turned to face the duo with crossed arms.
"Now. Would you two like to explain yourselves? I highly doubt it was a coincidence."
Matt paused too, smiling nervously. He messed with the sleeve of the borrowed shirt, glancing to Doll. "We... talked a bit before the service."
Doll took on a completely different personality, including body language. He looked small, weak, and innocent with the way he stood, legs slightly crossed and hands together. He looked genuinely remorseful, the actor. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong. I'm supposed to confess my sins in detail, aren't I?"
Samael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his frustration fading on reflex. "I'm sorry, Doll. You're right, but, maybe not that much detail. And... I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself around me."
Doll cast Matt a mischievous glance, before Samael continued. "But we have to talk about the matter of your confession as well— I knew Matt slept around, but this is the first I'm hearing of you? Why was that not included in your earlier confessions?"
Doll answered in that same soft voice, "I don't consider having sex in and of itself to be immoral. You know I'm not Christian. I confessed this time because I figured it was wrong to sleep with a fellow parishoner, especially one you asked me to befriend..."
Samael turned his gaze to Matt, wondering about his input on all of this.
Matt did his absolute best not to react too much as Doll's demeanor completely changed before his eyes. He took a breath when he felt Samael's gaze fall to him.
"You did always ask for more detail when I confessed too... and it's within his right not to confess to something he doesn't consider sinful. I did only confess to mine because it's related to the blood drinking, anyway..."
Samael pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right... That is... a very good point. For future reference, could both of you refrain from making your confessions so... smutty? Especially you, Doll. That many descriptive words were not necessary."
An awkward smile that showed Doll's teeth formed on his face. "My bad, Father. You know I'm a writer. It just kind of flowed out of me."
Samael just sighed. After a few seconds, he asked, "So, you... You're a man? You've been one, this whole time?"
Doll nodded. "Mhm. My voice is too feminine to pass, and you met me while I was wearing a dress, so I just kind of... went stealth. I should have told you sooner."
"Don't worry about it," Samael dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I could never stay upset with you, Doll."
"It's hard to do detail about sex without being smutty." Matt argued, now very curious about Doll's confession. He went quiet as the two spoke, letting them have their moment and praying Samael wouldn't follow the last bit up with something about being upset with him instead.
Samael took a deep breath and turned to Matt. "This was about par for the course with you, so I don't mind all that much. My main concern was the fact that Doll was involved. I still advise you not to perform sexual favors in exchange for blood, but I know by now you're not going to listen to me. You two just... play nice, and be safe about it, alright?"
Doll gave an obedient nod. "Yes, Father."
"Oh, don't say that like I'm some criminal." Matt rolled his eyes. "And you don't have to worry about us. Doll's a gentleman, I can even get blood from him before sex." He laughed quietly.
Samael's cheeks tinted red at the information Matt gave. Doll bowed his head bashfully. "Thank you, Matt. And thank you for your forgiveness, Father."
Samael nodded, and held his hand out for Doll to take. Doll happily obliged, squeezing it tight. That must be how the two of them show affection. Though, it was obvious Samael was a little hesitant while he tried to get used to Doll's gender. He glanced at Matt, and seemed to calm down.
Matt gave Samael an encouraging smile. Once it was his turn, he hesitantly offered him a hug. It felt appropriate, tame compared to the past couple days.
Samael's shoulders relaxed, and he gave Matt a firm, friendly hug, and a pat on the back. Doll whined, jealous of the contact.
"No fair! Why does he get a hug??"
Samael just rolled his eyes, pulled away, and offered the same to Doll. He practically leapt into Samael's arms, nuzzling against his chest.
Doll turned his head to face Matt, and grinned. He seemed proud of his alter ego for dealing with the priest.
Matt giggled as he watched the two hug, feeling a little warm inside. He returned the grin. "You two are adorable." He commented.
Samael huffed out a laugh. "I think most of the credit goes to Doll on that one. He's the one who acts like a cat every time I allow touch."
He held his hand above Doll's hair, as if to demonstrate, and Doll bumped his head against it and rubbed his head against Samael's palm.
Matt cooed softly. "It is really cute." He agreed, looking wholly charmed. "But you can be pretty cute too, father. Don't sell yourself short."
Samael let out a huff. "What part of this reads as cute?" He gestured to himself. To his large, masculine frame, to his unruly facial hair, to the beginning signs of aging on his skin.
"I'm really starting to think you might have some sort of brain damage."
