GiriJasu Fic part 4!
He never knew how pleasant lips upon his neck felt. Or how amazing feeling another human being’s breath was. Or even how it felt to have flesh from two separate bodies lightly touch together. Each simple action, each slight movement that Giriko made against Justin, was magnified. Every nerve was set aflame at these new experiences.
The chainsaw’s fingers moved nimbly, unfastening the button holding Justin’s pants up around his hips. The poor priests face was reddened, and flushed, and it was growing more and more apparent as the seconds passed. Soft, almost inaudible gasps were escaping from his mouth. Giriko couldn’t help but smile as he heard these gasps. Were they gasps of lust? Was Justin actually sinning?
But the moment those bright, royal blue eyes opened, it was clear to Justin: this wasn’t a sin.
Giriko’s hands ceased their wandering of Justin’s half-naked form, and he sat back, hands resting on his own legs, which were still clothed. He clutched the fly of the casual, khaki-like pants he wore and slowly lowered the zipper down. The priest looked up at the other man, as if asking what he was doing.
A smile was all Giriko could offer as an answer. And he placed his hands next to Justin’s hips, grasping the fabric of those loose, dress pants that were still stuck on his body.
“You’re still scared, aren’t you?” Giriko asked, taking note of the slight ray of terror that was lingering within Justin’s eyes.
The priest nodded slowly.
“The only thing you’re going to have to be scared of, is the pain that occurs at the start.” Giriko reassured the other. “Once I find a good rhythm, you’ll be fine.”
Tenderly, the chainsaw-despite the oxymoron-leaned down, and placed a delicate kiss upon Justin’s lips, all while his hands slid those dress pants down, exposing Justin’s form to the cold.
“You like it here, Justine?”
Justin still couldn’t get over the feminine name he had been given. It was easy to assume he was a very flat-chested girl at times. His voice still hadn’t changed, despite having hit puberty, so it still had a soft, elegant feel to it, and of course, he had very girlish hips. He was a young boy after all, and still had some growing left to do.
“Uh, yes.” He said promptly. “This town is quite charming. I might even find an excuse to do missionary work here when I get accepted in the church.”
“I’d like that if you came back.” Sou said to the priest-to-be, a smile dancing on his face. “Everyone in this place sucks to hang out with, but you’re not too bad.”
Justin smiled. “Thank you.” He said, as he caught up with Sou, seeing as how he had been trailing behind as they walked. “This town is fascinating though. The golems here…they’re just…amazing.” A smile was pulling at Justin’s lips as well.
And it was those lips that Sou kept looking at.
Sou had been alive for centuries. And never, never had he been in a situation with another human being-albeit, a normal one-that made him feel so light, and kept his head clear. He was happy around Justin, regardless of knowing that this person was really a boy.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” Justin said, as he and Sou approached a vacant field, in which local farmers would allow their livestock to graze. It was empty right now, aside from a brilliant sunset that was slowly swallowing up the landscape. But along with this sunset were the darkening clouds of an oncoming storm. Each cloud was slowly sweeping in, and blocking out the sherbet light of the sun.
Shhhshhhshhh
The rain was already starting. To some, this was a bad omen, to others, it was a promising sign. Justin’s eyes closed and felt a cool breeze sweep in with the oncoming rain. His smile widened, and he brushed some of the shaggy mess of mid-neck length hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear.
“How long until you leave?” Sou asked, taking the chance to step closer to the priest-in-training.
“Three days, tomorrow morning.” Justin replied, his eyes opening so he could look at the taller man. Sou sighed, digging his surprisingly ungloved hands into his pockets.
“I’m actually gonna miss you.” He grumbled, taking another step closer to the other.
Justin laughed. “I’m not surprised.” He said. “I noticed you’ve gotten pretty close to me.”
Sou then grabbed Justin’s shoulder and looked at him directly in the eye. “You have no idea.”
Giriko had unbuttoned his pants, and lowered them just enough so he could slip out the second he needed to. Justin averted his eyes as the other man’s hardened sex unfurled before him. His cheeks flared up in a bright redness as Giriko slid closer to him. The chainsaw laughed softly, causing the priest to laugh a bit as well.
“I’m not going in just yet.” He purred, running a bare hand along Justin’s pale thigh, and over it, allowing his fingertips to just barely graze his erection.
Giriko slid three of his fingers in his mouth and sucked harshly, coating the small appendages in a sticky layer of saliva. “We ain’t got no lube, so you’ll have to bear with me.” He gave Justin an apologetic smile, an wrapped an arm under one of Justin’s legs, lifting it and securing it around his waist.
Justin now had to prop himself up on his elbows to get a good look at what his “lover” was doing. Hoping to aid in the process, the priest wrapped the other of his legs around Giriko’s back, twisting it against his other one.
“You learn fast.” Giriko said, as his coated fingers slowly slithered between Justin’s cheeks, prodding around to get his fingers prepared. “This’ll probably hurt.” He warned the guillotine. “But you’ll get used to it.”
Finding the tight, ring of flesh, Giriko slowly pressed his index finger against it, causing it to give way. Justin immediately let out a soft groan. Giriko didn’t have the most slender fingers, and the mere sensation of anything entering his rectum set Justin’s body on fire.
“A-ah!” Justin cried out, his body leaning up, and his hand clawing at the dirt around him.
“Shh….” Giriko purred, as he wriggled his finger about inside of the priest. “Ease into it. If I don’t do this now, it’ll hurt more later.”
Justin bit his lip. Giriko did have a point, and it was clear: he knew what he was doing.
Slowly, Giriko slid in his second finger. Justin’s hips thrust upwards, showing instant dislike (or was it?), at the sensation. Giriko hushed him again, especially as he slowly moved the fingers in and out of Justin’s rectum, mimicking what was to come.
Justin’s mouth was starting to give out-not gasps of objection-but slight mutters of prayer.
Giriko smiled. “Diligent as ever…” He purred, forcing a third finger inside of Justin. The blonde moaned out, his praying ceased, and instead of crying out, he asked a question:
“Are you going to release yet?”
Giriko laughed. “Justin, my cock’s not even in you yet. It’s just my fingers.”
Justin swallowed roughly as he looked up at the dark, serious eyes of the Czech native. He started to open his mouth to speak. But, his body felt numb.
He felt his wrists slowly contort into blades-a natural defense-in which he had to stop, and return his arms back to normal.
“S-sou-“ He froze.
Sou’s arms wrapped around his body. One went around his waist, pulling the blonde close to the golem maker, the other, around his neck, tilting his head upwards to meet the man. Taking a deep breath, Sou thrust his lips against Justin’s, his tongue quickly darting out and taking refuge in the guillotine’s mouth.
The hand around Justin’s waist slid down over his thighs, and made their way between his legs.
The sky rumbled.
Justin’s body was aching, and he felt surging heat through him. Blood was stirring. He was submitting to bodily instincts.
Sou’s hand gave the flesh between Justin’s legs a squeeze.
The embrace ceased.
Sou’s mouth released Justin’s, and he looked down at Justin.
They each stared at one another, each both had their own set of rosy cheeks.
“Y-you’re a guy…?”
“I thought you knew.”
Silence lingered between them, and Giriko released the crotch of the other man.
“I’d still fuck you.”
The chainsaw’s fingers moved nimbly, unfastening the button holding Justin’s pants up around his hips. The poor priests face was reddened, and flushed, and it was growing more and more apparent as the seconds passed. Soft, almost inaudible gasps were escaping from his mouth. Giriko couldn’t help but smile as he heard these gasps. Were they gasps of lust? Was Justin actually sinning?
But the moment those bright, royal blue eyes opened, it was clear to Justin: this wasn’t a sin.
Giriko’s hands ceased their wandering of Justin’s half-naked form, and he sat back, hands resting on his own legs, which were still clothed. He clutched the fly of the casual, khaki-like pants he wore and slowly lowered the zipper down. The priest looked up at the other man, as if asking what he was doing.
A smile was all Giriko could offer as an answer. And he placed his hands next to Justin’s hips, grasping the fabric of those loose, dress pants that were still stuck on his body.
“You’re still scared, aren’t you?” Giriko asked, taking note of the slight ray of terror that was lingering within Justin’s eyes.
The priest nodded slowly.
“The only thing you’re going to have to be scared of, is the pain that occurs at the start.” Giriko reassured the other. “Once I find a good rhythm, you’ll be fine.”
Tenderly, the chainsaw-despite the oxymoron-leaned down, and placed a delicate kiss upon Justin’s lips, all while his hands slid those dress pants down, exposing Justin’s form to the cold.
“You like it here, Justine?”
Justin still couldn’t get over the feminine name he had been given. It was easy to assume he was a very flat-chested girl at times. His voice still hadn’t changed, despite having hit puberty, so it still had a soft, elegant feel to it, and of course, he had very girlish hips. He was a young boy after all, and still had some growing left to do.
“Uh, yes.” He said promptly. “This town is quite charming. I might even find an excuse to do missionary work here when I get accepted in the church.”
“I’d like that if you came back.” Sou said to the priest-to-be, a smile dancing on his face. “Everyone in this place sucks to hang out with, but you’re not too bad.”
Justin smiled. “Thank you.” He said, as he caught up with Sou, seeing as how he had been trailing behind as they walked. “This town is fascinating though. The golems here…they’re just…amazing.” A smile was pulling at Justin’s lips as well.
And it was those lips that Sou kept looking at.
Sou had been alive for centuries. And never, never had he been in a situation with another human being-albeit, a normal one-that made him feel so light, and kept his head clear. He was happy around Justin, regardless of knowing that this person was really a boy.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” Justin said, as he and Sou approached a vacant field, in which local farmers would allow their livestock to graze. It was empty right now, aside from a brilliant sunset that was slowly swallowing up the landscape. But along with this sunset were the darkening clouds of an oncoming storm. Each cloud was slowly sweeping in, and blocking out the sherbet light of the sun.
Shhhshhhshhh
The rain was already starting. To some, this was a bad omen, to others, it was a promising sign. Justin’s eyes closed and felt a cool breeze sweep in with the oncoming rain. His smile widened, and he brushed some of the shaggy mess of mid-neck length hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear.
“How long until you leave?” Sou asked, taking the chance to step closer to the priest-in-training.
“Three days, tomorrow morning.” Justin replied, his eyes opening so he could look at the taller man. Sou sighed, digging his surprisingly ungloved hands into his pockets.
“I’m actually gonna miss you.” He grumbled, taking another step closer to the other.
Justin laughed. “I’m not surprised.” He said. “I noticed you’ve gotten pretty close to me.”
Sou then grabbed Justin’s shoulder and looked at him directly in the eye. “You have no idea.”
Giriko had unbuttoned his pants, and lowered them just enough so he could slip out the second he needed to. Justin averted his eyes as the other man’s hardened sex unfurled before him. His cheeks flared up in a bright redness as Giriko slid closer to him. The chainsaw laughed softly, causing the priest to laugh a bit as well.
“I’m not going in just yet.” He purred, running a bare hand along Justin’s pale thigh, and over it, allowing his fingertips to just barely graze his erection.
Giriko slid three of his fingers in his mouth and sucked harshly, coating the small appendages in a sticky layer of saliva. “We ain’t got no lube, so you’ll have to bear with me.” He gave Justin an apologetic smile, an wrapped an arm under one of Justin’s legs, lifting it and securing it around his waist.
Justin now had to prop himself up on his elbows to get a good look at what his “lover” was doing. Hoping to aid in the process, the priest wrapped the other of his legs around Giriko’s back, twisting it against his other one.
“You learn fast.” Giriko said, as his coated fingers slowly slithered between Justin’s cheeks, prodding around to get his fingers prepared. “This’ll probably hurt.” He warned the guillotine. “But you’ll get used to it.”
Finding the tight, ring of flesh, Giriko slowly pressed his index finger against it, causing it to give way. Justin immediately let out a soft groan. Giriko didn’t have the most slender fingers, and the mere sensation of anything entering his rectum set Justin’s body on fire.
“A-ah!” Justin cried out, his body leaning up, and his hand clawing at the dirt around him.
“Shh….” Giriko purred, as he wriggled his finger about inside of the priest. “Ease into it. If I don’t do this now, it’ll hurt more later.”
Justin bit his lip. Giriko did have a point, and it was clear: he knew what he was doing.
Slowly, Giriko slid in his second finger. Justin’s hips thrust upwards, showing instant dislike (or was it?), at the sensation. Giriko hushed him again, especially as he slowly moved the fingers in and out of Justin’s rectum, mimicking what was to come.
Justin’s mouth was starting to give out-not gasps of objection-but slight mutters of prayer.
Giriko smiled. “Diligent as ever…” He purred, forcing a third finger inside of Justin. The blonde moaned out, his praying ceased, and instead of crying out, he asked a question:
“Are you going to release yet?”
Giriko laughed. “Justin, my cock’s not even in you yet. It’s just my fingers.”
Justin swallowed roughly as he looked up at the dark, serious eyes of the Czech native. He started to open his mouth to speak. But, his body felt numb.
He felt his wrists slowly contort into blades-a natural defense-in which he had to stop, and return his arms back to normal.
“S-sou-“ He froze.
Sou’s arms wrapped around his body. One went around his waist, pulling the blonde close to the golem maker, the other, around his neck, tilting his head upwards to meet the man. Taking a deep breath, Sou thrust his lips against Justin’s, his tongue quickly darting out and taking refuge in the guillotine’s mouth.
The hand around Justin’s waist slid down over his thighs, and made their way between his legs.
The sky rumbled.
Justin’s body was aching, and he felt surging heat through him. Blood was stirring. He was submitting to bodily instincts.
Sou’s hand gave the flesh between Justin’s legs a squeeze.
The embrace ceased.
Sou’s mouth released Justin’s, and he looked down at Justin.
They each stared at one another, each both had their own set of rosy cheeks.
“Y-you’re a guy…?”
“I thought you knew.”
Silence lingered between them, and Giriko released the crotch of the other man.
“I’d still fuck you.”