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Dennis comes into the bedroom and freezes when he sees Robby. He flushes deeply, expression shifting between recognition, embarrassment, and excitement.

"C'mere," Robby rasps, honeyed and low. Dennis slowly approaches him, almost like he can't believe what's happening. He swallows hard as Robby takes hold of his hand when he gets close enough and pulls him even closer. "You know what to do, baby."

Dennis sinks to his knees.

"There you are," Robby coos down at him. "Good boy. Go ahead."

Dennis sits forward on his knees, leaning his cheek against Robby's thigh, the gesture tender and vulnerable. A fucked-up, delicious twist of arousal curls through Robby's stomach. Dennis's eyes flutter closed and he takes a shaky breath.

"Our father who art in heaven," he begins. Robby threads his fingers into Dennis's curls, soothing him. "Hallowed be thy name."

Robby is becoming rather sharply aware that there's far less of a line than he'd thought between forgive me father I have sinned and sorry daddy I've been naughty. And Dennis had asked for this. He'd fidgeted and picked at his cuticles until Robby had kissed it out of him, face buried in the curve of Robby's neck, unable to look him in the eye. In a kinky little mirror of the traditional confessional, he'd told Robby he'd been having trouble sleeping.

It turned his stomach to pray to a god who his parents had used to keep him docile in the face of abuse, but the ritual of prayer had become such an integral part of his life that it was keeping him up at night. Since he couldn't empty his mind and trust that God had a plan for him, that easy peace eluded him. He worried now in a way he didn't used to. Then, he'd taken a pause and offered up the most incredible, fucked-up, beautiful display of trust Robby might have ever experienced. Can I pray to you? His beautiful boy had asked. Can you take me out of my head when I do?

And who was Robby to say no?

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done." Dennis sags forward a little, the side of his forehead sliding down against Robby's thigh. His cheek is ever so gently pressed to Robby's cock. "On Earth as it is in heaven." Dennis deepens that press and Robby wonders if this isn't a nice little slice of heaven just for him.

"Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses." Dennis moves his face back and forth, making Robby even harder under the pressure. Robby huffs a quiet laugh and scratches just a little with the hand in his hair, making Dennis breathe in sharply.

"As we forgive those who trespass against us."

Robby grips at his hair more firmly just to hear him make one of those quiet little noises he loves so much.

"And lead us not into temptation," Robby presses his cock into Dennis's cheek firmly, emphasizing temptation with a roll of his hips. "But deliver us from evil."

"Almost done," Robby croons.

"Ffuh- for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory. Forever and ever, amennnmmmh," Dennis slurs, mouth ending the word pressed to Robby's erection through his boxers. Robby pulls him back by his hair - not just yet.

"Uh-uh, baby. First, do you have anything you want to confess?"

"Need you," Dennis moans softly.

"What was that, sweetheart? Couldn't hear you."

"Need you, Daddy!" Dennis pulls against Robby's hands in his hair.