𓃹 shed thy armour 𓃹

mean flirting.

a shut up kiss.

I often have inappropriate thoughts about you. Do you want to hear them? I think about making you sit down on the rectory couch, getting on my knees in front of you, making you spread your legs for me. My hands wandering from your knees, up your thighs, pushing up the skirt of your cassock if you're wearing it then.

Groping you everywhere I can reach but keeping the touch light anytime I pass the growing bulge in your slacks. Grabbing at thighs and calves and hips and belly and even your ass if I can sneak my hands underneath you.

I'm waiting for you to make a noise. You're so quiet, so shy. I can fix that. Wait until you huff or sigh or even better say something to finally cup the outline of your cock and ask if you "want something, Father? Then speak up."

I know you'd be embarrassed but I don't think it'll take much more prompting to get you to beg. Say please like a good boy, Father. Only then would I go for your belt, the button on your pants, pull the zipper agonizingly slowly down. I'm still not touching you. I'm dragging this out as long as possible, God knows you'll come to your senses as soon as I let you cum, and who knows if you'll let me do this again. I have to take my time and commit it to memory now.

I think I'd lean in at this point, watching your reaction as I mouth at your cock through your underwear. So hard and warm under my lips, maybe you’d even twitch at the thought of having my mouth on your bare skin. Spend some time just doing that, until the cotton is soaked in spit. Cmon, you know what I'm after, Father. Beg. Tell me what you want, beg me to suck you off.

Good boy, Father.

I'll finally pull the elastic down and free your cock. I hope you're the type that drips precum when he's excited, I wanna see you get wet for me. I wanna lick a nice fat stripe up the underside of your cock, over and over til you're wet enough to stroke smoothly. Wrapping my hand around your shaft and pumping it slowly and methodically, tip to base, base to tip. I know you'd get so excited but I'm gonna hold you down if you start trying to fuck my fist. Not yet, behave. I know you've been a good Catholic boy your whole life, you'll cum in thirty seconds if I don't take it slow.

I want to hear you start whining before I actually put my mouth on you. Not so soft-spoken now, huh? Get loud for me, Father. I wanna hear that beautiful voice of yours singing my praises. You'll get rewarded for it, I'll take your cock as far down my throat as I can, bobbing on it and hollowing my cheeks and playing with it with my tongue. Just let me know when you're close, Father, cause you get to pick: do you wanna cum down my throat or paint my face? Give me communion or anoint me? Such a good boy coming unraveled for me, you deserve all the pleasure I can give you. Sweet thing, you'd be better off with me than a God that doesn't listen, doesn't answer, and doesn't reward you like you deserve.