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The sister of sin underneath him felt wonderful. Tight in all the right places, making delicious sounds, egging him on to thrust harder.
The thumping bass from the party outdoors could be heard through the open window, carrying with it the sounds of people cheering and shouting, enjoying the celebration of life.
"Oh, right there, Papa don't stop!" She groaned, dragging her nails deliciously down his back. He could tell from the way her insides were twitching that she was getting close, and he doubled his efforts, pounding away with no restraints, grunting as she spurred him on with one hand twined in his raven black hair, the other grabbing his asscheek whilst she nibbled on his neck.
They reached their crescendo almost at the same time, her clenching walls milking his come from him, leaving him wrung out and panting on top of her.
"Ok well that was amazing and all, but I need to get going." The sister whose name he had alreay forgotten said, trying to gently shove him off to the side. Papa hid his face in the crook of her neck for a quarter of a second, pretending to gift her throat with a kiss whilst he really was trying to convince his face to not show the dissapointment he felt at her words. " Of course, my dear, you run along now, no?" Papa whispered, and unceremoniously rolled of to the side.
'Of course she's leaving' he thought to himself. 'They all do once they get what they want.'. The last thing Papa remembers as he succumbs to sleep, is the sister walking out the door without as much as a backwards glance of acknowledgement to the lonely figure curling up in his way too big bed, wishing he was holding another individual, and a not soon-to-betearstained pillow.
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"Cardinal!" Papa greeted cheerily, blowing out a plume of smoke as he spoke."To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette as the man in question approached him.
" Good morning, your unholy excellency!" Copia answered with a tiny smile, already busy with removing a cigarette from his pack before he stuck it back into the well hidden pocket of his black cassock. Patting down the rest of his uniform, he failed to locate the bump of his lighter. "Shit," the Cardinal muttered." I left my lighter in my office, I'll be right back." He said, turning to leave.
"Uhm, Cardinal? You do realise that you could borrow mine, right?"
Papa asked with a smirk, already holding out the aforementioned item. The Cardinal took it from gloveclad fingers, and snickered when he studied it before he lit the cigarette still perched between his lips. Of course Papa would have a zippo lighter adorned with the playboy bunny ears. " I didn't know you smoked." Papa said, breaking the silence. Copia explained that he usually used the visitors smoking area as it was located closer to his office, but that he could not be bothered to anymore as a rather loud group of ghouls had taken up to using it aswell. It was not that he minded company when going for a smoke, but he preferred companiable silence over loud hollering and laughter.
He was also sick of the younger ghouls and siblings of sin always asking if he could bum them a cig or two as they apparently never
had any of their own. Papa chuckled at this, reaching for the now lukewarm cup of coffee that stood nearly forgotten on the bench next to him. He took a sip and promptly spat it out.
" Cold coffee not good enough for his dark unholiness?" The Cardinal teased, trying and failing to contain his laughter at the sight of Papa trying to rid his tongue of the ghastly taste. The dark pope only scowled halfheartedly at him, finally laughing alongside Copia.
This slowly became a ritual of theirs, they would knock on eachothers office door whenever going for either a coffee of cigarette break, enjoying eachothers company and spending the time they shared either telling funny stories or bitching about people at church who annoyed them. They would sometimes catch the other looking at the other with something that could look like longing in their eyes, but neither of them commented on it.
"Seems we have an audience," Papa said one day, noticing Sister Imperator watching them from her office window. The Cardinal turned around so fast his biretta nearly fell off, hiding his half smoked cigarette behind his back and looking like a child getting caught doing something he really wasn't supposed to. Sister Imperator smirked at this, waved to the boys and disappeared out of view.
"Not that it's any of my business, Cardinal, but you do realize that you're a grown man, and you're allowed
to smoke if you want, no?" Papa said apprehensively, sensing there might have been more to his reaction that the Cardinal let on. The sound of the other's calm voice was enough to snap Copia out of his own head.
" Yes, yes, you're quite right. it's just that.. well to be honest, Sister Imperator terrifies me." The Cardinal
confessed in a weak voice. "She's always making me do these extra assignements, or other tasks that to be honest, even the youngest of out siblings of sin could take care of. I just feel like she's always out for my ass." Papa raised his brows at the other mans confession, making a mental note to have quite the chat with the Sister.
"Well, to be honest, it is quite a spectacular ass." He said, feeling his heart race as he realized there was more to what he just said than just trying to lighten the mood. The Cardinal turned the same color as the red cassock he was wearing. A weak thanks was muttered in a questioning tone, and Papa laughed before patting the Cardinal's shoulder. "Let's go in and see if we can get some work done."
Later that night, back in his private chambers, after watching his late night guest, this time a Brother of sin, pull clothes back on and walk out the door with a backwards wink, Papa's smile faltered as the door closed, and he was left alone once again. He curled up around his customary cuddle pillow, pretending it was a certain Cardinal instead. He could see running his fingers gently over his chest, wondering if there were any hairs he could twine his fingers in. He imagined the Cardinal slowly running his hand through his hair, holding him close with the other, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as he drifted of.
Little did Papa know, that the man in question, on the floor below, moaned his name in return, whilst furiously working his hand over his cock, dreaming of sleazy grins and silky,raven colored hair.