charles’ back hits the wall, the kiss all sharp teeth and tongue. a moan slips out that charles can't believe is from him- how did he get here, making out with this… this demon. Charles was a priest for christ's sake! what would his congregation think if they saw him… what does god think-

“Stop thinking so much, ‘father’.”

the demon's words make charles’ brain stop in its tracks. the sly smile on erik's face doesn't go unnoticed, his sharp teeth making something in the priest weak. erik's leg slots between the shorter mans, his thigh pressing against charles’ growing erection.

“hey now-”

charles tries to protest but then erik’s mouth is on him again and he can't think straight.

erik nips and sucks at the other man's neck, leaving dark purple marks in his wake.

the taller man presses kisses against charles skin, pressing closer against him. charles can feel erik’s hardness pressing against his stomach. it makes the priest suck in a breath. his hands quickly get pinned above his head with one of erik’s large hands, his chest heaving with a mixture of want and guilt.

erik can sense it, he can sense it all. the desire, the want, the need, the guilt. and it was delicious.

“erik- this.. this is wrong-”

charles tries to resist, tries to fight off his sinful desires but it's a losing battle and he knows it is.

“I know you want this.. know you crave it. yet you're holding back, and for what? your god? as far as I'm concerned I'm the closest thing to god you need..”

as erik speaks his free hand travels to grip charles’ hip, slowly and meticulously grinding their clothed erections together making charles moan and writhe under him. his resolve crumbles chunk by chunk till all that's left is his raw need for erik.

“erik..”

charles tries to protest one last time but it's weak even to his own ears. erik smirks like he's just won the lottery, his grin all teeth and mischief.

the demon's hand goes to his own belt, skillfully undoing it with one hand.

“oh charles, I'm so glad you're letting your desires be known..”

then erik is unzipping his jeans and pulling down his boxers to free his own erection, leaving charles in the confines of his trousers.

once erik’s cock is free, he pushes charles to his knees, tangling his hands in charles’ hair.

“can't wait to feel that holy mouth around me..”

erik purrs, giving the other mans hair a soft yank.

“now, open up for me~”

charles doesn't open his mouth at first, too busy admiring the man's cock as it bobs in front of his face.

“i said, open charles.”

erik pulls on the shorter mans hair harder, making charles groan and open his mouth.

charles looks up at erik through his lashes, mouth open for erik to stuff full. the older demon wastes no time, lining up his cock with the other's mouth before guiding it inside his warmth.

charles coughs once, eyes watering as erik sets a rough pace. the demon's hips snapping forward into charles’ welcoming mouth.

“mmnh~ good boy charles..”

erik grunts out, his thrusts not slowing. charles suddenly squeaks around erik's cock, his hips bucking up against erik's shoe as the soul of it gets pressed against charles aching cock.

tears begin to stream down charles’ cheeks, the pleasure and slight pain almost too much for him.

erik’s hips suddenly stutter before he's holding charles’ face against his pelvis as he cums down the other's throat. erik sighs heavily as spurt after spurt of cum shoots down charles’ throat. his foot pressing harder again the poor mans erection.

eventually erik pulls out of the younger mans mouth, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“now that's a sight..”

if erik had a camera he would of taken a picture. there charles was, out of breath with swollen wet lips, on his knees, and a rather large wet patch on his trousers.

“looks like you've got a lot of cleaning up to do charles”