The door to the confessional booth is open, and I walk closer to it until I see him. Azriel is sitting on the bench, legs spread,and I trail my eyes up the strong muscles of his legs. Up, up, up. Until I focus on the hairless smooth skin of his inner thighs and lose my breath. Then, because I can’t help myself, my eyes shift to his balls and cock.
I gasp at the sight before me, feeling like this is all a dream. Like I’ll wake up and lose it all—him, my new hopes and dreams. I can’t even bear to think about it, and I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands as I try to ground myself once more and not think of anything but him.
“Come, Elijah,” Azriel says softly, one side of his lips tilting up in a soft smirk. “Take your clothes off and get on my lap.”
My breathing changes, shallowing once more at his words, and it feels like I’m on the verge of a panic attack. I also feel the calmest I’ve ever been. Sure of myself for the first time in my life. Sure of what I want. There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s him. So I take off my sweatpants and shirt, letting them pool at my feet, and step into the booth with him. I climb onto his lap just as he said, kneeling on the bench and shifting my weight so I’m as close to him as possible.
“No underwear then?” Azriel asks with a grin, running his hands up the back of my legs until they rest on my hips. Then, without hesitation, he grabs onto my cheeks and spreads them. I gasp. “Is your hole ready for me?”
I shake my head. “N-no.” His finger dips and rubs over my rim, and all my muscles tighten in anticipation. “I wanted your fingers to open me up.”
“Mmmm,” Azriel moans, and the cap of the lube bottle opening sounds like a gunshot. “Are you going to be a good boy for me and ride my cock?”
Azriel’s wet fingers trace over my hole, then dip inside, one after the other, until there are three impaling me. He pushes them inside slowly. In and out. In and out. Until my eyes cross and it feels as if I’m going crazy.
I groan, “Is that what you want, Az?” My voice is low and breathy, and I don’t even sound like me right now. I sound like a very aroused version of myself. Sensual, bold, wanton. “You want me to get on your cock and impale myself on it?”
“Your mouth is filthy, Little Lamb.” Azriel chuckles, fingers slipping from inside of me. He directs his cock to my entrance and then presses into my hole. “Who knew you had it in you?”
“I have a lot in me.” I moan when he grabs my hips and pushes into me in one thrust, impaling me on his length the exact way I just told him to. “Your c-cock feels so big inside of me.”
My toes curl as he lets me adjust to his girth, and he leans his head back against the wall of the booth and stares up into my eyes. Golden orbs that have green in them swirl with desire, and I realize I’ve never noticed the green before. How have I not noticed?
“If you think it feels big now, just wait until you’re bouncing on it,” he whispers, smirking. “You’ll feel as if I’m splitting you in half.”
“Do it,” I tell him, grabbing his shoulders and lifting myself up onto my knees, then lowering myself slowly. It feels like I’ve taken a shot of adrenaline as his cock pushes against my prostate, and I gasp as I lift myself back up. “Oh f-fuck, Azriel. Fuck.”
“I love it when you curse for me,” he says through gritted teeth, grabbing my hips tightly and thrusting inside of me just as I begin to lower myself again. I throw my head back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as I lose myself to it. “My little saint, not so holy anymore, are you? No. I think I’ve thoroughly defiled you, haven’t I?”
“Y-yes,” I moan, riding him faster, bouncing harder as I chase my release. My cock bobs up and down as I do, and it feels heavy, ignored.
“I’ve stained your soul black, and you’ve loved every single second, haven’t you?”
“Azriel.”
“Tell me how much you’ve loved it,” he demands. “I want to hear how you’d give yourself over to me—give everything up for me.”
“I would,” I cry out, feeling myself creeping closer to the edge of the cliff, yet I’m unable to plummet without a hand on my cock. “I’d do whatever you wanted.”
“That’s right, Little Lamb,” he whispers, threading his fingers through my hair and exposing my throat. He nips at my neck, at my Adam’s apple, then licks my skin in one long wet stripe. “I want you to give it all up. Come with me. Leave this all behind.”
“Do you mean it?” I whimper, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he bites me hard on the side of my neck.
“I mean everything I say.”
“Oh, God. Azriel, please.”
“What do you need?” he asks, hands now spreading my cheeks as I fuck myself on his cock.
“Touch my cock please,” I beg him. “Make me come.”
“Not yet.” He grins. “I’m quite enjoying this.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need—” I gasp when he begins to top from the bottom, hitting my prostate over and over like an arrow. “I n-need to?—”
“You’ll come when I say you can,” Azriel growls, fucking me harder. He thrusts two fingers into my mouth and to the back of my throat, and I suck hard. He moans, “There, Beloved. Suck on those for now.”
I groan in pleasure as he hits my prostate, and he slides his fingers from between my lips down my chest so slowly I’m shaking in anticipation. And when he finally, finally wraps his hand around my cock and grips it tightly, I sob with relief.
