Forgive me, Father, for I am sin. Part 2 of 2. NC-17
Title: Forgive me, Father, for I am sin: Prayers
Author: Me, evil_lil_hobbit
Pairing: Ray/Mikey, Ray/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michael says his prayers like a good little boy, but Father Toro continues to corrupt his innocence.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine… how I wish they were mine…
Warnings: Religious perversion, smut, paedophilia, dirty priest!Ray, innocent altar boy!Mikey, little slut!Frank (enough said…)
A/N: Part 2 of my religious fic.
Alright, big thing about this. There are two parts to this, and that's all. I did leave the possibility to write more, but I sort of lost my train of thought, so yeah... Do enjoy.
Penance.
I settle myself down, awaiting the morning sermon. I watch all the altar boys filter in and take their seats, followed by the members of the religious public. As I gaze over the young neatly dressed boys, most of which I have slept with at one point or another, my eyes finally come to rest on Michael. I see him wince a little as he takes his seat on the hard pew and realise his newly breached body probably still aches. I glance to my right and see Gerard watching Michael too, his teeth gritted as he sees his little brother's wince. Well, what do you know? I wasn't lying and I really did take his brother the evening before, that just confirmed it for him. I smirk and return to watching Michael. He has settled himself and looks up, seeing me watching him. He smiles and I smile back, not having to look to know Gerard is now positively seething in anger.
Later that afternoon when I am relived of my duties in the confession box, I decide to go and find Michael. After searching the boy's dorms and the communal showers, trying to deny my hard on at seeing all of those lovely boys all naked and wet, I finally make my way into the main church. It's empty and silent apart from one boy, kneeling at the altar.
Michael is saying his prayers and he doesn't seem to notice as I step up in front of him. I slowly open my pants and pull my cock free, stroking it to fullness. His eyes are closed and I love how absorbed he is as I shift closer to him so the tip of my cock almost brushes his lips. I continue to stroke myself until I'm starting to leak pre-cum, struggling to keep my breathing quiet, then I lean forward and brush the tip over Michael's pretty pink lips, smearing them with the sticky fluid.
Michael whimpers in surprise, his eyes fluttering open and widening at the sight of my cock so close to his face.
"Hullo, Michael." I murmur above him and he lifts his gaze to stare at me. I smile down at him and he opens his mouth to speak, but I stop him by pushing my cock into the warm, wet cavern. I feel him inhale sharply around me in a gasp and my smile broadens at the tentative way his tongue lifts to taste me. He's breathing heavily, warm air puffing around me, and he seems very uncertain of what to do. I start to rock my hips back and forth, sliding my cock over his tongue and always being careful to not push too deep. He appears to get the idea as his lips close around me and he sucks lightly at my erection. I moan encouragement. "That's it..."
He sucks a little harder as he lifts a hand to curl around the base of me, squeezing gently. I was right in my imagining the other day, his mouth feels wonderful on my cock, the warm suction and his slick tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of my length, then there's his small soft hand stroking and squeezing at my base.
"Mmm..." I hum in pleasure. I could quite happily cum down his throat or maybe pull out and cum all over his cute little face, but I'm not sure I want that to happen just yet... I start to withdraw before he can finish me, but his mouth follows and his lips attach to the head of my cock, suckling like a baby at their mother's teat. I groan softly and reach down to hold his shoulder as I pull away. He looks up at me in concern, maybe thinking he's done something wrong.
"It's alright." I assure. "I just don't think this is how I want to be finished."
His pretty hazel eyes widen in realisation and I nod, brushing my hand through his hair as I tuck myself back into my trousers.
"Finish saying your prayers then come and see me."
Michael nods and I smile, leaning down and kissing him gently, licking away the last of the pre-cum that has remained smeared around his sweet mouth. I then straighten up and walk away, leaving the boy to his prayers.
I'm pacing back and forth in my quarters, waiting for Michael to come to me. I hear the door open and turn to face the person, it's not Michael, but it's another altar boy.
"Ah, Francis." I greet softly. "Did you want something?"
"Hm. Maybe." Francis smirks at me. Francis, only 14, is well known amongst the priests as being a bit of a slut. He lets anyone take him. I have had him on many an occasion, he's got a good body even if he is kind of short, nice smooth skin with a little bit of childish softness and his smile is always there and inviting. He walks up to me so our bodies almost touch. "What do you say, Father?"
I raise my eyebrows at him but remain silent, watching as he turns and bends over my desk, squirming his pants down to his knees. I feel my cock stir at the sight of his little pink opening and pause to weigh up the situation. Should I take what is being offered to me and risk having Michael walk in on us, or dismiss the boy now and wait for my true goal?
"Ooh. Father, take me..." Francis moans like the whore he is while wriggling his hips. I sigh and step up behind him, dropping my pants and taking hold of his hips to still them. He keens and pushes back as I rub my cock between his buttocks. I shift so I nudge his opening and he bucks his hips, moaning eagerly. I roll my eyes.
"Whore." I mutter as I slam my hips forward, impaling him on my cock and making him howl. He slumps onto the desk, gasping and whimpering, and I pause with a smirk. "Was that too much for you?"
"No... No." Francis shakes his head, regaining his balance and I feel his muscles slacken around my cock. Wow, I hurt him and he still wants it... "Thrust."
I comply with his plea, starting to move my hips. I build speed quickly, pounding him harshly into the desk while his groans of pain slowly turn into moans of pleasure and lust. He begs me to take him harder and I give him all I have, ramming him into the tabletop. He squeaks slightly as I pull almost all the way out of him only to drive back in, causing his hips to smash into the table. It delights me, because that is probably going to bruise yet he's still panting and asking for more.
I grunt with each hard thrust into his body, and I find myself comparing him to Michael. He's a lot looser than Michael is, that comes from being such a little slut, and he's louder than Michael... He's not as pretty as Michael though...
"Uuuh, Father!" Francis groans as I move, angling different to pound his spot, curling my hand around his cock and stroking. Hm, he's not as big as Michael either... In ways other than height. He's whining and moaning, pushing his hips up to meet my thrusts and to force me into his prostate again and again.
His body arches suddenly, and he screams as he cums over my hand and onto the floor. I push deep one last time and fill him with a soft groan. I slump over his back briefly, before a noise behind us draws my attention. I glance over my shoulder to see Michael standing there, his eyes wide, having obviously seen everything.
"Michael." I smile with as much dignity as possible, sliding free of Francis' body and doing up my pants. I take a step towards him, but he steps away and he has this ridiculous hurt look on his face like he thought he was the only boy I slept with, ha. His eyes flick over to Francis, who I don't doubt it still revealingly bent over my desk, coming down from his orgasm high. Without taking my eyes off Michael, I order. "Clean yourself up, Francis, and get out."
"Mm. Yes, Father." Francis responds and I hear him scrabble around a bit before he walks past me towards the door. Michael watches him go and Francis pauses for a moment to return his stare, probably with a smug grin, then leaves.
"Michael." I say again and Michael slowly looks up at me. I move towards him and he keeps stepping back until he bumps into the wall. He squeaks in surprise at the sudden contact and I laugh. I step up and press my body to his, making him whimper as my hips press against his half hard cock. Oh, he got off on it? "You liked watching that?"
Michael looks away from me, but nods. "It was like yesterday... I... I can't help it..."
"Care to confess you sins again?" I smirk teasingly and he looks at me in something close to horror.
"Father! You shouldn't make fun like that!" He gasps and I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Who said I was making fun?"
"You... I... Uh, Father..." Michael moans quietly as I rub against him. I smile and tug him over towards my desk, him following blithely as I attach my mouth to his. His hands grip my shoulders, holding me close to him and he whimpers. I pull back and smile, leading him around and taking hold of his hips, lifting him onto the desk. He gasps softly, but I'm kissing him again before he can say anything. I tug his shirt from his trousers, where it had been tucked, and push my hand up under it, rubbing over his chest. He breaks the kiss with a whimper as my palm rubs over his nipple. He looks so pretty sitting before me, his face all flushed, lips swollen and bruised from kissing, hair mussed and looking otherwise dishevelled. Oh, how I want to put my cock in him.
"Michael." I murmur, making him look up at me even as he whimpers again when my fingers continue to tease and pinch at his nipple. I slowly withdraw my hand and smile at him. "Let me take you."
Not really a question, but Michael nods permission never the less. I finish what I started with his shirt, pulling it over his head, even straightening his glasses with an apology when I accidentally bump them. He leans back to let me unbutton and open his pants and helpfully lifts his hips when I tug them down and off, leaving him naked. I look over him and he blushes and shifts in discomfort. I smile, still so shy. His cock is utterly stiff, pointing up towards his stomach and I lick my lips at the sight.
"Father..." Michael breathes, distracting me from my admiration. "Touch me? Please... I'm so... hard."
I smirk. "Of course, Michael."
I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke up and down slowly, not enough to bring him off but enough to make him sigh in pleasure. He moans when I thumb the tip and pushes up into my touch. I kiss his lips again and slowly push him back to lie on the desk, pushing his legs apart so I fit between them. I move my hand away and rub my hips against Michael's instead before he has a chance to protest at the loss of my touch. Michael moans and squirms against me, making me groan a little in response as I hurriedly deal with my pants.
I grip his thighs and hold them up as I move back to nudge against his opening. Michael's breath hitches and he tenses up in fear. I restrain from rolling my eyes and suck on two of my fingers to slicken them. I shift again so I can reach down to tease his opening. Mm, it's so hot, like he's on fire, god, I want to be in there... but Michael's being skittish and I'm feeling nice... Uh.
"Relaaaax." I mutter in almost annoyance, drawing out the word. Michael's head lulls back and I feel him relax so I slide two fingers into him at once. He squeaks in surprise and tightens around me. I grin. "Easy..."
"Father..."
I thrust my fingers in and out of his body, preparing him quickly, loving all of his moans. Eventually, I slip them free and move back into position. By now he's so hard and desperate that he doesn't resist when I push into him, only cries out in pleasure as I sink all the way in.
"Mmm..." I mumble as his muscles squeeze my cock a little. "So much easier than the last time..."
Michael nods and closes his eyes, breathing deep breaths as he relaxes further. "I'm ready..."
I start to thrust, building my speed up slowly, unlike with Francis because I know Michael can't take it and I still don't want to scare him off. I grip his thighs again, pulling them up so I can go deeper. I try to hold back the noises rising in my throat, not wanting Michael to know how much I enjoy this.
Once I'm ramming into him with all I have it’s near impossible to contain myself as I groan loud and long when he squeezes. Michael whimpers slightly in response and moves a hand slowly down his front to touch himself. He's lying across my desk beneath me, resting on one of his elbows, thighs spread and lifted to accommodate my thrusts as he gasps, whimpers and moans and if that wasn't a hot enough sight, he's now got one of his little hands curled around his own cock, stroking rapidly.
"Michael..." I groan and he moans softly in return, speeding his hand up still more. I'm so close, but he has to cum first and I want him to cum all over my shirt. I move to take a hold of him, looping my arms under his so I can lift him up into an almost sitting position. He gasps in surprise, but I smile reassuringly. "It's better this way..."
To prove my point, I start slamming into him again, hitting his prostate almost every time. Michael throws his head back and moans needily,
"Father!"
His legs curl tight around my waist and pulls me harder into him. I glance up to see he has his eyes closed and is biting his lip and I'm quite sure he's entirely unaware of his wanton actions, he's so lost in his own pleasure. I have a sudden thought that I'd love to watch him ride my cock of his own accord, but that will have to wait until next time because we are both so very close. He's starting to pant hard, gasping for air, jerking himself in time with his breathing, so fast his hand is a blur over his cock. He's tightening so much around me, I know he is so close to cumming.
"Cum for me..." I whisper, biting at his pale bare skin on his neck. "Stop holding it back..."
"Father..." Holy... wow. Something that sounds better than hearing him say that in an ashamed tone. He's whimpering it over and over, still rolling his hips to meet my thrusts, stroking his leaking cock. Suddenly his body goes rigid and he throws his head back, arching his spine as he cums with a shudder and a cry, all over my shirt. I slam deep a few more times before I fill him with a groan.
"Michael..." I pull away slowly, slipping free of his now slick body. I look down at the sticky fluid that covers me and smirk. Michael, however, appears to be rather embarrassed.
"I... I'm sorry..."
I shrug. "Never mind, mess happens, and this was well worth it, no?"
Michael nods and sighs softly in pleasure when I rub his inner thighs. I step back from the table, pulling up my trousers as Michael pulls his legs together and sits up.
"Thank you, Father." He whispers and I raise my eyebrows at him with a coy smile.
"For what?"
Michael blushes and glances down, still sitting naked a top my desk, his thighs together and a hand gripping the table on either side. "For... that. For yesterday... I... I don't know, but thank you."
My smile widens and turns wicked as I lean in to kiss him. "My pleasure."
I bend and pick up his clothes, handing them to him and he still hasn't seemed to notice my sleazy smile as he smiles genuinely back. He takes the clothes from me and slides from the desk, still seeming uncomfortable as my eyes roam his naked body.
"You'll have to learn to get over your shyness, Michael, if we are to continue with these little... sexual rendezvous."
Michael nods. "Yes, Father."
"Good lad, now get dressed and make yourself presentable before returning to your duties." I pet his head lightly and turn to leave him once again.
"Yes, Father." I hear again as I close the door behind me.
I know exactly where I'm going, I'm going to go brag to Gerard that I just got his little brother a second time! I'm pushing it, Gerard has a rather short temper and I may end up getting a punch in the face, but still...
I'm immature, I just have to rub it in. I know I shouldn't but it's so much fun...
"What on earth do you have all over your shirt?"
I look up to see none other than dear Father Way standing before me, looking with mixed disgust and horror at my shirt. I smirk broadly as he finally raises his eyes to meet mine.
"That, Father Way, is exactly what you think it is."
Gerard's face twitches a little but he manages to stay otherwise impassive. "Oh, and what do I think it is?"
"Your little brother's cum." I state firmly and this time he can't restrain his scowl. "I just had him, on top of my desk, hard and fast and hot. And not moments before that I had Francis bent over said desk, in fact, Michael saw me with Francis and it got him all in the mood..."
"Shut up..." Gerard growls and I raise my eyebrows at him.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You keep your hands off of him..."
"Or what, Gerard? I'll go to hell? You'll send me there yourself, perhaps?" I sneer. "Imagine what poor Michael would say to know his older brother killed his lover... That’s what he thinks of me, Gerard, he thinks of me as a lover and wants me to continue having sex with him and that's just something you're gonna have to deal with..."
With that I turn neatly and walk away, hearing Gerard's loud noise of frustration and outrage and grinning to myself very much like the cat that got the canary.
Author: Me, evil_lil_hobbit
Pairing: Ray/Mikey, Ray/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michael says his prayers like a good little boy, but Father Toro continues to corrupt his innocence.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine… how I wish they were mine…
Warnings: Religious perversion, smut, paedophilia, dirty priest!Ray, innocent altar boy!Mikey, little slut!Frank (enough said…)
A/N: Part 2 of my religious fic.
Alright, big thing about this. There are two parts to this, and that's all. I did leave the possibility to write more, but I sort of lost my train of thought, so yeah... Do enjoy.
Penance.
I settle myself down, awaiting the morning sermon. I watch all the altar boys filter in and take their seats, followed by the members of the religious public. As I gaze over the young neatly dressed boys, most of which I have slept with at one point or another, my eyes finally come to rest on Michael. I see him wince a little as he takes his seat on the hard pew and realise his newly breached body probably still aches. I glance to my right and see Gerard watching Michael too, his teeth gritted as he sees his little brother's wince. Well, what do you know? I wasn't lying and I really did take his brother the evening before, that just confirmed it for him. I smirk and return to watching Michael. He has settled himself and looks up, seeing me watching him. He smiles and I smile back, not having to look to know Gerard is now positively seething in anger.
Later that afternoon when I am relived of my duties in the confession box, I decide to go and find Michael. After searching the boy's dorms and the communal showers, trying to deny my hard on at seeing all of those lovely boys all naked and wet, I finally make my way into the main church. It's empty and silent apart from one boy, kneeling at the altar.
Michael is saying his prayers and he doesn't seem to notice as I step up in front of him. I slowly open my pants and pull my cock free, stroking it to fullness. His eyes are closed and I love how absorbed he is as I shift closer to him so the tip of my cock almost brushes his lips. I continue to stroke myself until I'm starting to leak pre-cum, struggling to keep my breathing quiet, then I lean forward and brush the tip over Michael's pretty pink lips, smearing them with the sticky fluid.
Michael whimpers in surprise, his eyes fluttering open and widening at the sight of my cock so close to his face.
"Hullo, Michael." I murmur above him and he lifts his gaze to stare at me. I smile down at him and he opens his mouth to speak, but I stop him by pushing my cock into the warm, wet cavern. I feel him inhale sharply around me in a gasp and my smile broadens at the tentative way his tongue lifts to taste me. He's breathing heavily, warm air puffing around me, and he seems very uncertain of what to do. I start to rock my hips back and forth, sliding my cock over his tongue and always being careful to not push too deep. He appears to get the idea as his lips close around me and he sucks lightly at my erection. I moan encouragement. "That's it..."
He sucks a little harder as he lifts a hand to curl around the base of me, squeezing gently. I was right in my imagining the other day, his mouth feels wonderful on my cock, the warm suction and his slick tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of my length, then there's his small soft hand stroking and squeezing at my base.
"Mmm..." I hum in pleasure. I could quite happily cum down his throat or maybe pull out and cum all over his cute little face, but I'm not sure I want that to happen just yet... I start to withdraw before he can finish me, but his mouth follows and his lips attach to the head of my cock, suckling like a baby at their mother's teat. I groan softly and reach down to hold his shoulder as I pull away. He looks up at me in concern, maybe thinking he's done something wrong.
"It's alright." I assure. "I just don't think this is how I want to be finished."
His pretty hazel eyes widen in realisation and I nod, brushing my hand through his hair as I tuck myself back into my trousers.
"Finish saying your prayers then come and see me."
Michael nods and I smile, leaning down and kissing him gently, licking away the last of the pre-cum that has remained smeared around his sweet mouth. I then straighten up and walk away, leaving the boy to his prayers.
I'm pacing back and forth in my quarters, waiting for Michael to come to me. I hear the door open and turn to face the person, it's not Michael, but it's another altar boy.
"Ah, Francis." I greet softly. "Did you want something?"
"Hm. Maybe." Francis smirks at me. Francis, only 14, is well known amongst the priests as being a bit of a slut. He lets anyone take him. I have had him on many an occasion, he's got a good body even if he is kind of short, nice smooth skin with a little bit of childish softness and his smile is always there and inviting. He walks up to me so our bodies almost touch. "What do you say, Father?"
I raise my eyebrows at him but remain silent, watching as he turns and bends over my desk, squirming his pants down to his knees. I feel my cock stir at the sight of his little pink opening and pause to weigh up the situation. Should I take what is being offered to me and risk having Michael walk in on us, or dismiss the boy now and wait for my true goal?
"Ooh. Father, take me..." Francis moans like the whore he is while wriggling his hips. I sigh and step up behind him, dropping my pants and taking hold of his hips to still them. He keens and pushes back as I rub my cock between his buttocks. I shift so I nudge his opening and he bucks his hips, moaning eagerly. I roll my eyes.
"Whore." I mutter as I slam my hips forward, impaling him on my cock and making him howl. He slumps onto the desk, gasping and whimpering, and I pause with a smirk. "Was that too much for you?"
"No... No." Francis shakes his head, regaining his balance and I feel his muscles slacken around my cock. Wow, I hurt him and he still wants it... "Thrust."
I comply with his plea, starting to move my hips. I build speed quickly, pounding him harshly into the desk while his groans of pain slowly turn into moans of pleasure and lust. He begs me to take him harder and I give him all I have, ramming him into the tabletop. He squeaks slightly as I pull almost all the way out of him only to drive back in, causing his hips to smash into the table. It delights me, because that is probably going to bruise yet he's still panting and asking for more.
I grunt with each hard thrust into his body, and I find myself comparing him to Michael. He's a lot looser than Michael is, that comes from being such a little slut, and he's louder than Michael... He's not as pretty as Michael though...
"Uuuh, Father!" Francis groans as I move, angling different to pound his spot, curling my hand around his cock and stroking. Hm, he's not as big as Michael either... In ways other than height. He's whining and moaning, pushing his hips up to meet my thrusts and to force me into his prostate again and again.
His body arches suddenly, and he screams as he cums over my hand and onto the floor. I push deep one last time and fill him with a soft groan. I slump over his back briefly, before a noise behind us draws my attention. I glance over my shoulder to see Michael standing there, his eyes wide, having obviously seen everything.
"Michael." I smile with as much dignity as possible, sliding free of Francis' body and doing up my pants. I take a step towards him, but he steps away and he has this ridiculous hurt look on his face like he thought he was the only boy I slept with, ha. His eyes flick over to Francis, who I don't doubt it still revealingly bent over my desk, coming down from his orgasm high. Without taking my eyes off Michael, I order. "Clean yourself up, Francis, and get out."
"Mm. Yes, Father." Francis responds and I hear him scrabble around a bit before he walks past me towards the door. Michael watches him go and Francis pauses for a moment to return his stare, probably with a smug grin, then leaves.
"Michael." I say again and Michael slowly looks up at me. I move towards him and he keeps stepping back until he bumps into the wall. He squeaks in surprise at the sudden contact and I laugh. I step up and press my body to his, making him whimper as my hips press against his half hard cock. Oh, he got off on it? "You liked watching that?"
Michael looks away from me, but nods. "It was like yesterday... I... I can't help it..."
"Care to confess you sins again?" I smirk teasingly and he looks at me in something close to horror.
"Father! You shouldn't make fun like that!" He gasps and I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Who said I was making fun?"
"You... I... Uh, Father..." Michael moans quietly as I rub against him. I smile and tug him over towards my desk, him following blithely as I attach my mouth to his. His hands grip my shoulders, holding me close to him and he whimpers. I pull back and smile, leading him around and taking hold of his hips, lifting him onto the desk. He gasps softly, but I'm kissing him again before he can say anything. I tug his shirt from his trousers, where it had been tucked, and push my hand up under it, rubbing over his chest. He breaks the kiss with a whimper as my palm rubs over his nipple. He looks so pretty sitting before me, his face all flushed, lips swollen and bruised from kissing, hair mussed and looking otherwise dishevelled. Oh, how I want to put my cock in him.
"Michael." I murmur, making him look up at me even as he whimpers again when my fingers continue to tease and pinch at his nipple. I slowly withdraw my hand and smile at him. "Let me take you."
Not really a question, but Michael nods permission never the less. I finish what I started with his shirt, pulling it over his head, even straightening his glasses with an apology when I accidentally bump them. He leans back to let me unbutton and open his pants and helpfully lifts his hips when I tug them down and off, leaving him naked. I look over him and he blushes and shifts in discomfort. I smile, still so shy. His cock is utterly stiff, pointing up towards his stomach and I lick my lips at the sight.
"Father..." Michael breathes, distracting me from my admiration. "Touch me? Please... I'm so... hard."
I smirk. "Of course, Michael."
I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke up and down slowly, not enough to bring him off but enough to make him sigh in pleasure. He moans when I thumb the tip and pushes up into my touch. I kiss his lips again and slowly push him back to lie on the desk, pushing his legs apart so I fit between them. I move my hand away and rub my hips against Michael's instead before he has a chance to protest at the loss of my touch. Michael moans and squirms against me, making me groan a little in response as I hurriedly deal with my pants.
I grip his thighs and hold them up as I move back to nudge against his opening. Michael's breath hitches and he tenses up in fear. I restrain from rolling my eyes and suck on two of my fingers to slicken them. I shift again so I can reach down to tease his opening. Mm, it's so hot, like he's on fire, god, I want to be in there... but Michael's being skittish and I'm feeling nice... Uh.
"Relaaaax." I mutter in almost annoyance, drawing out the word. Michael's head lulls back and I feel him relax so I slide two fingers into him at once. He squeaks in surprise and tightens around me. I grin. "Easy..."
"Father..."
I thrust my fingers in and out of his body, preparing him quickly, loving all of his moans. Eventually, I slip them free and move back into position. By now he's so hard and desperate that he doesn't resist when I push into him, only cries out in pleasure as I sink all the way in.
"Mmm..." I mumble as his muscles squeeze my cock a little. "So much easier than the last time..."
Michael nods and closes his eyes, breathing deep breaths as he relaxes further. "I'm ready..."
I start to thrust, building my speed up slowly, unlike with Francis because I know Michael can't take it and I still don't want to scare him off. I grip his thighs again, pulling them up so I can go deeper. I try to hold back the noises rising in my throat, not wanting Michael to know how much I enjoy this.
Once I'm ramming into him with all I have it’s near impossible to contain myself as I groan loud and long when he squeezes. Michael whimpers slightly in response and moves a hand slowly down his front to touch himself. He's lying across my desk beneath me, resting on one of his elbows, thighs spread and lifted to accommodate my thrusts as he gasps, whimpers and moans and if that wasn't a hot enough sight, he's now got one of his little hands curled around his own cock, stroking rapidly.
"Michael..." I groan and he moans softly in return, speeding his hand up still more. I'm so close, but he has to cum first and I want him to cum all over my shirt. I move to take a hold of him, looping my arms under his so I can lift him up into an almost sitting position. He gasps in surprise, but I smile reassuringly. "It's better this way..."
To prove my point, I start slamming into him again, hitting his prostate almost every time. Michael throws his head back and moans needily,
"Father!"
His legs curl tight around my waist and pulls me harder into him. I glance up to see he has his eyes closed and is biting his lip and I'm quite sure he's entirely unaware of his wanton actions, he's so lost in his own pleasure. I have a sudden thought that I'd love to watch him ride my cock of his own accord, but that will have to wait until next time because we are both so very close. He's starting to pant hard, gasping for air, jerking himself in time with his breathing, so fast his hand is a blur over his cock. He's tightening so much around me, I know he is so close to cumming.
"Cum for me..." I whisper, biting at his pale bare skin on his neck. "Stop holding it back..."
"Father..." Holy... wow. Something that sounds better than hearing him say that in an ashamed tone. He's whimpering it over and over, still rolling his hips to meet my thrusts, stroking his leaking cock. Suddenly his body goes rigid and he throws his head back, arching his spine as he cums with a shudder and a cry, all over my shirt. I slam deep a few more times before I fill him with a groan.
"Michael..." I pull away slowly, slipping free of his now slick body. I look down at the sticky fluid that covers me and smirk. Michael, however, appears to be rather embarrassed.
"I... I'm sorry..."
I shrug. "Never mind, mess happens, and this was well worth it, no?"
Michael nods and sighs softly in pleasure when I rub his inner thighs. I step back from the table, pulling up my trousers as Michael pulls his legs together and sits up.
"Thank you, Father." He whispers and I raise my eyebrows at him with a coy smile.
"For what?"
Michael blushes and glances down, still sitting naked a top my desk, his thighs together and a hand gripping the table on either side. "For... that. For yesterday... I... I don't know, but thank you."
My smile widens and turns wicked as I lean in to kiss him. "My pleasure."
I bend and pick up his clothes, handing them to him and he still hasn't seemed to notice my sleazy smile as he smiles genuinely back. He takes the clothes from me and slides from the desk, still seeming uncomfortable as my eyes roam his naked body.
"You'll have to learn to get over your shyness, Michael, if we are to continue with these little... sexual rendezvous."
Michael nods. "Yes, Father."
"Good lad, now get dressed and make yourself presentable before returning to your duties." I pet his head lightly and turn to leave him once again.
"Yes, Father." I hear again as I close the door behind me.
I know exactly where I'm going, I'm going to go brag to Gerard that I just got his little brother a second time! I'm pushing it, Gerard has a rather short temper and I may end up getting a punch in the face, but still...
I'm immature, I just have to rub it in. I know I shouldn't but it's so much fun...
"What on earth do you have all over your shirt?"
I look up to see none other than dear Father Way standing before me, looking with mixed disgust and horror at my shirt. I smirk broadly as he finally raises his eyes to meet mine.
"That, Father Way, is exactly what you think it is."
Gerard's face twitches a little but he manages to stay otherwise impassive. "Oh, and what do I think it is?"
"Your little brother's cum." I state firmly and this time he can't restrain his scowl. "I just had him, on top of my desk, hard and fast and hot. And not moments before that I had Francis bent over said desk, in fact, Michael saw me with Francis and it got him all in the mood..."
"Shut up..." Gerard growls and I raise my eyebrows at him.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You keep your hands off of him..."
"Or what, Gerard? I'll go to hell? You'll send me there yourself, perhaps?" I sneer. "Imagine what poor Michael would say to know his older brother killed his lover... That’s what he thinks of me, Gerard, he thinks of me as a lover and wants me to continue having sex with him and that's just something you're gonna have to deal with..."
With that I turn neatly and walk away, hearing Gerard's loud noise of frustration and outrage and grinning to myself very much like the cat that got the canary.