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Papa Emeritus the second traced the tips of his fangs down the bared flesh before him, smiling as it flinched beneath his lips. His victim shuddered deliciously beneath him, and keened when he bit down.
“P - Please, Papa, I-Mmmmph!”
He nipped his way up to a nipple and pressed it hard between his teeth. Copia whimpered pitifully, drawing another smile from the Papa before he drew back.
“You are so sweet, little one. I could just eat you up.”
He grinned wolfishly and Copia mewled again, tugging at his restraints.
His arms were bound together and to the headboard in Papa’s bedchamber, the tight bindings winding almost down to his armpits. Lorenzo left the rest of him free, to try his best to squirm away from his molestations.
He dragged blunt fingernails down his sides, admiring the trails of pink left in their wake against Copia’s lean flesh.
“Do you like this?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before moving down his body, gripping his thigh and lifting it to expose the soft inside by his groin. He pressed in, nuzzling the tender skin before sinking his teeth in, licking the blood from his teeth.
Copia jerked under his caress and wailed when he pierced his flesh. Taking a lover in the Emeritus line was dangerous - inside them they had monstrous traits, claws and fangs like beasts, and dark magics that ran thick in their blood.
Though, usually, it was a lover in the Emeritus line who took you.
Unfortunately for Lorenzo, the same things that drew him to take Copia were the same reasons the weaselly man ran from him.
Sweet Raphael Copia was virginal and innocent when he spotted him amid the clergy crowds, shy and uneasy, ducking his head as he attended his work dutifully. He flushed red at the smallest suggestion, and when Lorenzo caught him in the hallway, he pressed him against the wall - one look down into those wide, tearful eyes, terrified and aroused, he knew Copia had to be his. His shy, submissive boy spread his legs when he commanded it, and he cried over his knees, or on his knees, whatever he wished.
He was wise enough to never refuse him, but lately Lorenzo had noticed him making himself scarce from his presence. Raphael traded chores with clergy members he had never even seen him speak to before, conveniently enough to keep him away from the Papa during the day. Once the night fell, he had nowhere to run - Papa moved silently in the shadows, and found him scrambling to the safety of his bedroom after closing the archives for the day. As if his designated bedroom was safe from him anyways.
Lorenzo had taken Copia to bed, and was taking his time enjoying his ministrations. Raphael knew better than to say no to him, but it wouldn’t do if he kept running from him. He kissed firmly over his bite mark, sealing the wound with a press of his lips. Copia’s chest heaved, but his cock was swollen and hard against his stomach. Lorenzo pulled him down further down the bed, making him squeak as his bound arms stretched painfully.
He pressed his fingers to Copia’s opening, feeling the heavy base of the plug there, tracing the raised inscription of his crucifix on the end. Raphael was required to keep himself clinically clean and plugged with the signature plug, always ready for Lorenzo to take him at his leisure. He wiggled the plug inside of him, drawing a moan from his bound lover. His cock twitched and dripped precum as he rotated it inside him. He pushed his knees into his chest, watching him flush deeper red under his scrutiny as Lorenzo further exposed Raphael to his hungry eyes.
He felt a flash of anger for a moment and pulled the plug from him a bit harsher than necessary. The heavy press of it against his prostate kept Copia in a perpetual state of helpless arousal, but if he was avoiding Lorenzo from taking care of his needs, then he must be sating his own by hand. Raphael’s pleasure was to be gifted to him, and thinking of it being kept from him made him flush with fury.
Fine. He could be fixed.
He left the black leather glove on when he pushed a finger into Copia, then another, and another, stuffing him full and watching him squirm to adjust. He added more lubricant, slicking his entrance with practiced stretches. Copia’s thighs trembled on each side of his arm, and he smiled down at him.
“See? Such complaining for a little play...I make you feel so good, don’t I? No one else can make you feel like I do.”
Raphael swallowed hard and nodded, biting off a groan into his lip when he pressed against his prostate.
“Answer me.”
“Yes Papa, only you.”
“Have you been touching yourself?”
Raphael’s pink face turned red, and he squeezed his eyes tightly. Lorenzo rotated his fingers inside, making him gasp.
“I - y-yes Papa, I needed - some relief, please, Papa…”
“Did you think of me?”
“Yes Papa, always you.”
Copia looked on the verge of tears, so Papa knew he was honest.
Yes Papa, only you. Yes Papa, always you.
His chest swelled a little with pride. Raphael was not a bad boy, he just needed some guidance. He said what Papa wanted to hear and he meant it, he moaned his name and cried so sweetly when he pressed his cock into him. He made the most exquisite little whimpers when he hurt him. He cried out his name over and over when he hurt him with his cock. Lorenzo had no intention of letting him go, but his behavior had to be corrected.
Luckily, he was in a unique position to do so.
He slicked his cock in his fist, before pressing into Raphael. Copia trembled, curling forwards and then arching back as he pushed in. His auburn curls fell back onto the thin pillow, making a halo around him as screwed his eyes tight. He shivered under him, so sensitive every time as if it was the first time all over again. He drew back and pushed in, working up to a comfortable rhythm. Raphael strained to take all of him and panted, no hands free to muffle his moans of pleasure. He fucked him deeply, claiming his body to his comfort, digging his nails into his hips to pull him down on his cock when he wasn’t pinching and torturing the pert buds on his chest. Copia squeaked when Lorenzo picked him up, easily handling him in spite of his thin frame, bolstered by his supernaturally gifted strength. He turned him over, twisting the rope binding him to the headboard and settling him on his knees. Copia couldn’t support himself on his hands, so he turned his head to the side, his weight lying uncomfortably on the side of his face. He pushed into him harder, fucking him in a punishing rhythm that make him make all kinds of delicious little noises.
He reached underneath to stroke his cock, and Copia choked, sobbing with need for more. His legs gave out underneath him, and Lorenzo held him up by his hips, pulling him back onto his cock over and over. He stopped, reaching up to tangle fingers in his hair and press Copia’s face into the white pillow. It muffled him a bit, but the sacrifice was worth the eyeliner tears mess that would be left on his pillow. He loved to turn him back over and see the smeared black tear tracks down his face. Copia struggled to draw in full breaths against the smothering cloth, and it made him tighten around his Papa’s cock enough to make Lorenzo groan. If he kept going, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He leaned over Raphael’s lithe body, finding an ear to nip.
“Your pleasure is mine, little dove. All mine.”
Copia let out a sticky sob before sniffling.
“Y-yes Papa, all yours!”
Lorenzo closed his eyes.
“Then I will give you mine, too, angel.”
He hasn’t done this before, but his magic was a natural extension of himself, and he could flex it at will.
Raphael’s voice changed suddenly, a moan choking off to a gasp. He had started to near his climax, but suddenly every cell of his body felt alight, buzzing almost painfully with sensation. He could feel every fiber of the sheets beneath him, the high threadcount of Papa’s fine sheets, and every thread felt like silk stroked across the most sensitive parts of him. The cock pressing into him suddenly was a hot wire of pleasure, He gasped as his legs pulled themselves from Lorenzo’s grip to anchor on the bed, and he pressed back uncontrollably to fuck himself on Papa’s cock. Papa leaned over him and fucked him harder, grinning against the back of Copia’s neck as his little dove bucked back frantically. Raphael howled in pleasure underneath him, chanting his name like a prayer over and over.
Lorenzo couldn’t feel much, his own pleasure muted as if under a thick veil, as he gave the naughty thing beneath him all his pleasure. He reached forwards and grabbed a handful of Copia’s hair, wrenching him back to curve his spine painfully, freeing his face to hear him shriek his name. Raphael couldn’t tell if he had already came, or if he was cumming, or if he was about to, but he had never felt this way before, and every inch of him felt unbearably sensitive. Pleasure washed over him in waves and all he could do was desperately plead for harder, faster, more, more, more. He couldn’t control himself from pressing back greedily, chasing after Papa’s cock every time it was pulled from him. His eyes rolled back in mind-numbing pleasure and he wailed in pleasure, his cock aching as he suffered in pleasure. He realized he was cumming, spasming in ecstasy as Lorenzo fucked him brutally into the bed. He couldn’t fuck him hard enough, fast enough, deep enough, when every cell inside and out screamed in pleasure. He shuddered in ecstasy as his orgasm drew out long and agonizing, throbbing and ebbing through every vein in his body before it suddenly stopped, and he dropped to the mattress in sudden winded exhaustion.
“Papa-Papa! Ha-ah, Papa, what, oh-…”
He gasped for breath. Whatever that was, he had never felt it before. He was exhausted, yet already craved more of it. Lorenzo slipped out of him and kneeled beside his head.
“Thank your Papa.”
His cock was somehow only half-hard. Had Lorenzo cum in him and already was seeking another? He didn’t question it, obediently opening his mouth to let Papa push into his throat. He fucked his face sharply, with frustration, pressing his gloved hand against Copia’s throat to feel him take his cock deep as he took his pleasure. He fucked his throat until fresh tears bubbled up from Copia’s adoring eyes, streaking the last of his black makeup down the sides of his face. Lorenzo chased the pleasure he had lost to gift to Copia, until he came onto his tongue.
Finally having reached his own satisfaction, he undid Copia’s restraints and let him stretch and lay out. Copia was visibly exhausted, struggling to keep his eyes open. Papa pulled him into his chest, letting him rest without further demand. He carded his hair through gloved fingers, twisting the strands absentmindedly. He was satisfied for the time being, but he knew there would be weight to what he had done. He had cursed lovely Raphael with his pleasure, taking Raphael’s pleasure to keep to himself. He stroked his boy’s side tenderly, thinking of the future. Raphael could never keep himself from his Papa’s side again.