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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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jerking off is gay because you’re the same gender as yourself
Sigh... I need an owner/handler who will let me be a needy little kitty and dry hump them in their own bed. Just mindlessly thrust against nothing but clothing because I'm hormonal and just too cute to stop.
Or maybe they decide to get a little perverted and shift their clothes out of the way so I slip in. And of course I don't stop. This is what I needed after all.
Imagine someone choking you, but they mutter praises into your ear the whole time.
Their grip tightens and they tell you you look so good gasping for air with your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Demon attending a Catholic church but instead of hiding its true nature, it's upfront about its species. No illusions. No lies.
But, the demon claims it seeks redemption. And the priest of a small-town church, being the only one who can make these decisions, chooses to believe them.
Now, there are two ways this can go. One, the demon is secretly lying about its intentions and tries to corrupt the priest. When they finally get the priest naked, he curses them and reprimands them for being just like the stories.
Or, my personal favorite option. The demon is 100% genuine, and yet, the priest discovers some new things about his personal tastes. Starts having sinful fantasies, because the demon is made to incite temptation— that is their very purpose. But it's all unintentional.
The priest wishes he could see the demon's true form again, just one more time, but he dares not ask such a thing out of guilt for his lustful nature.
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If you don't cum inside me and then thrust a little after you've finished just to make me overstimulated what's the fucking point
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
"My... oh!" Matt pulled away once he realized, embarassed. "Ah, uhm, sorry... maybe we could switch positions? Sorry."
"Uhm... Hah, that might not be much better," Samael admitted, tugging at his shorts to try and hide his erection.
"I'll be fine. Just, maybe, move it to somewhere where it's not going to poke as much."
Matt glanced down to Samael's crotch, chuckling. "What's got you so worked up?" He teased, lying back down and pressing his erection against Samael's ass more. His hand went a little lower on his stomach.
Samael flinched when he realized what Matt was doing. He tried to arch away from the touch. His voice sounded pathetic, and not at all authoritative, when he reprimanded, "Matt! You promised!"
"I'm just adjusting..." Matt insisted, his fingers slipping under the hem of Samael's shirt to feel his happy trail. "You're so nice and warm, father..."
"That's not adjusting..!" Samael whimpered, his voice raising in pitch as he tried to squirm away from Matt's hand.
"You're right." Matt sighed dejectedly, withdrawing his hand and pulling away. He rolled onto his other side, facing away from Samael.
As much as Samael felt guilty for upsetting Matt, he still breathed a sigh of relief that the temptation was over.
"I didn't mean you had to do all that, just... Don't do what you were doing a moment ago. We can still, you know... cuddle. Just seriously, no funny business."
"I can't control if I'm hard or not." Matt shrugged, pressing his cheek to the pillow. "And you don't seem all that happy with cuddling anyway."
"I was fine with the cuddling, it's just that you were doing things other than cuddling, and directly ignoring my requests for how to make me more comfortable," Samael reminded pointedly.
"I told you I just needed you to put yourself somewhere that would create less pressure. Instead, you decided I meant, 'Try to penetrate me through both our clothes. And also, feel me up under my shirt.'"
Matt looked away, embarrassed. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, just going silent afterwards. It didn't seem like he was planning on moving from his spot anymore.
Samael heaved a sigh. "No, I'm sorry. That was snarky."
Samael glanced at the plush on his nightstand and decided to pull it into his arms for comfort. He shut his eyes and remembered warm hugs and soft words or reassurance.
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
"My... oh!" Matt pulled away once he realized, embarassed. "Ah, uhm, sorry... maybe we could switch positions? Sorry."
"Uhm... Hah, that might not be much better," Samael admitted, tugging at his shorts to try and hide his erection.
"I'll be fine. Just, maybe, move it to somewhere where it's not going to poke as much."
Matt glanced down to Samael's crotch, chuckling. "What's got you so worked up?" He teased, lying back down and pressing his erection against Samael's ass more. His hand went a little lower on his stomach.
Samael flinched when he realized what Matt was doing. He tried to arch away from the touch. His voice sounded pathetic, and not at all authoritative, when he reprimanded, "Matt! You promised!"
"I'm just adjusting..." Matt insisted, his fingers slipping under the hem of Samael's shirt to feel his happy trail. "You're so nice and warm, father..."
"That's not adjusting..!" Samael whimpered, his voice raising in pitch as he tried to squirm away from Matt's hand.
"You're right." Matt sighed dejectedly, withdrawing his hand and pulling away. He rolled onto his other side, facing away from Samael.
As much as Samael felt guilty for upsetting Matt, he still breathed a sigh of relief that the temptation was over.
"I didn't mean you had to do all that, just... Don't do what you were doing a moment ago. We can still, you know... cuddle. Just seriously, no funny business."
"I can't control if I'm hard or not." Matt shrugged, pressing his cheek to the pillow. "And you don't seem all that happy with cuddling anyway."
"I was fine with the cuddling, it's just that you were doing things other than cuddling, and directly ignoring my requests for how to make me more comfortable," Samael reminded pointedly.
"I told you I just needed you to put yourself somewhere that would create less pressure. Instead, you decided I meant, 'Try to penetrate me through both our clothes. And also, feel me up under my shirt.'"
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
"My... oh!" Matt pulled away once he realized, embarassed. "Ah, uhm, sorry... maybe we could switch positions? Sorry."
"Uhm... Hah, that might not be much better," Samael admitted, tugging at his shorts to try and hide his erection.
"I'll be fine. Just, maybe, move it to somewhere where it's not going to poke as much."
Matt glanced down to Samael's crotch, chuckling. "What's got you so worked up?" He teased, lying back down and pressing his erection against Samael's ass more. His hand went a little lower on his stomach.
Samael flinched when he realized what Matt was doing. He tried to arch away from the touch. His voice sounded pathetic, and not at all authoritative, when he reprimanded, "Matt! You promised!"
"I'm just adjusting..." Matt insisted, his fingers slipping under the hem of Samael's shirt to feel his happy trail. "You're so nice and warm, father..."
"That's not adjusting..!" Samael whimpered, his voice raising in pitch as he tried to squirm away from Matt's hand.
"You're right." Matt sighed dejectedly, withdrawing his hand and pulling away. He rolled onto his other side, facing away from Samael.
As much as Samael felt guilty for upsetting Matt, he still breathed a sigh of relief that the temptation was over.
"I didn't mean you had to do all that, just... Don't do what you were doing a moment ago. We can still, you know... cuddle. Just seriously, no funny business."
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
"My... oh!" Matt pulled away once he realized, embarassed. "Ah, uhm, sorry... maybe we could switch positions? Sorry."
"Uhm... Hah, that might not be much better," Samael admitted, tugging at his shorts to try and hide his erection.
"I'll be fine. Just, maybe, move it to somewhere where it's not going to poke as much."
Matt glanced down to Samael's crotch, chuckling. "What's got you so worked up?" He teased, lying back down and pressing his erection against Samael's ass more. His hand went a little lower on his stomach.
Samael flinched when he realized what Matt was doing. He tried to arch away from the touch. His voice sounded pathetic, and not at all authoritative, when he reprimanded, "Matt! You promised!"
"I'm just adjusting..." Matt insisted, his fingers slipping under the hem of Samael's shirt to feel his happy trail. "You're so nice and warm, father..."
"That's not adjusting..!" Samael whimpered, his voice raising in pitch as he tried to squirm away from Matt's hand.
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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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
"My... oh!" Matt pulled away once he realized, embarassed. "Ah, uhm, sorry... maybe we could switch positions? Sorry."
"Uhm... Hah, that might not be much better," Samael admitted, tugging at his shorts to try and hide his erection.
"I'll be fine. Just, maybe, move it to somewhere where it's not going to poke as much."
Matt glanced down to Samael's crotch, chuckling. "What's got you so worked up?" He teased, lying back down and pressing his erection against Samael's ass more. His hand went a little lower on his stomach.
Samael flinched when he realized what Matt was doing. He tried to arch away from the touch. His voice sounded pathetic, and not at all authoritative, when he reprimanded, "Matt! You promised!"
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
"My... oh!" Matt pulled away once he realized, embarassed. "Ah, uhm, sorry... maybe we could switch positions? Sorry."
"Uhm... Hah, that might not be much better," Samael admitted, tugging at his shorts to try and hide his erection.
"I'll be fine. Just, maybe, move it to somewhere where it's not going to poke as much."
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
"Are you alright, father?" Matt asked softly after a minute, sitting up to look over Samael's face. "You seem a little... off."
It was bright red, and very clearly nervous. "I- your, uhm... You're poking me."
He didn't say anything after that. He just hoped Matt would figure it out.
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
He could also feel a slight press against his ass. Matt didn't seem to be aware of this, content to just steal warmth from the priest for now. He shifted slightly, his hand resting on Samael's stomach, his thumb lightly running over his shirt.
Samael gulped when he realized what was pressing into his skin from behind. The front of him started to match it, and he couldn't decide if he was grateful or remorseful that he was the one being the little spoon.
His breaths were shallow, and taken deliberately. It was probably obvious to Matt that something was off.
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
"No, but I'm starting to think I should ask him for lessons." Matt laughed weakly. He nodded at the question. "Right." He laid down on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Samael once the priest was in a comfortable position. He immediately melted, the warmth helping him relax.
There was still a bit of tension in Samael's body. He couldn't feel completely calm in this situation. He was certain Matt could feel his heart beating like a drum, and the touch wasn't helping. Samael was just grateful that he was wearing a shirt, so he couldn't feel Matt's bare chest against his back.
He could still feel Matt's arms around him though, and the indent of his piercings. He could feel Matt's breath on his neck.
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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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
Matt took a breath, looking embarrassed. "...I'm really cold." He said eventually. "And we're adults, we can both control ourselves. Please don't kick me out." He pleaded wetly.
Samael's eye twitched, but his shoulders began to relax as he relented. "Did Doll teach you that?"
He walked around to his preferred side of the bed and set the bunny plushie on the nightstand as he got settled in. "No funny business, right?"
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.
Matt giggled quietly when he saw the edits. He quickly snapped several photos of the pocket, as well as the rest of the rabbit before carefully setting it back how it was. He then sent the photos to Doll, adding a message, "I think he took this representing you quite seriously :P"
Doll sent back a little gif of a chibi cat giggling into its paw. "Poor thing. At least the plushie is having a good time."
Doll sent back a short video taken from a side view, where a handsomely fat young gentleman in a pup hood started humping Doll doggy-style as Doll smiled and waved to the camera. That is, until the top rammed a particularly hard thrust into it to get it to focus, and Doll let his face fall into the pillow as his haunches raised.
"A very good time, it would seem."
Matt reacted ❤️ to the message, feeling himself get a little excited as he watched the video.
"And so are you, clearly. Your friend's real pretty."
"I know, right?" Doll replied. "And more than that, knows just how I like someone to take control. Knows all my nonverbal cues... Totally perfect for me, since I hate talking during sex. Maybe I can lend him to you sometime <3"
Samael came back into the room a few minutes later, looking nervous. He stood in front of Matt.
"What exactly is your plan here? Do you intend to stay the night in my room? Because that's not going to happen."
"Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind ;) And I'd love to meet him sometime. Have fun <3"
Matt looked up as Samael came in, smiling faintly. "I. I thought that was the plan? We talked about it back in the church... You can keep an eye on me that way, father."
"What?" Samael huffed incredulously. "I never agreed to that. The opposite, in fact."
He thought about the whole "keeping an eye on" Matt thing. "Does that mean you're threatening to sleep with Father Agni again if I don't let you cuddle me?"
"I'm not threatening!" Matt insisted, indignant. "I just think being here will put me at a smaller risk of temptation. And you like hugs, don't you?"
"That's a threat! You are threatening me! You know I can't do this. I can't. It doesn't matter how much I- I want to. I'm a priest. We can't all be as flippant with our vows of celibacy as Father Agni!"
