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The last sunlight of the day shone through the stained glass windows onto the head of Papa Emeritus III, making his black hair shine and the gold on his robes sparkle.
He was leading black mass that day, the present clergy members and siblings of sin all sitting the pews, listening intently, or at least, trying their best. Papa’s voice droned on more as he lost focus, wanting mass to end.
Your thoughts were traveling other places, away from mass, but not away from Papa Emeritus III.
With a shock, you realized he was looking straight at you. Even from this distance, you could see his glinting white eye, his shiny black hair, the small smirk you knew he wore on his face in moments like these.
His voice trailed off and you stared back at him, not noticing the clear scraping of throats of the clergy, the people in the pews shuffling around nervously.
Was he grinning? His eyes were still on you, his gloved hand gripping the altar he was standing by tighter than necessary.
‘...As Papa Emeritus the Third was saying, we will now be moving on to communion. Up, everyone.’ Papa Emeritus the Second came striding forward with big steps, spreading his arms, throwing annoyed looks at his brother, who seemed to snap out of the moment.
As everyone around you got up, the chatter softly returning to the room, you felt your legs automatically taking you to the front to receive communion from Papa III.
It wasn’t necessary to kneel before him, it was a free choice. Most people just stood in front of him or curtsied. You decided to play the game along and when it was your turn, you took a deep breath and knelt before him.
You looked up at him and your eyes were full of unspoken desires. His eyes wouldn’t let go of you and you could have sworn his fingers lingered at your lips.
Staring at him from under your eyebrows, through your lashes, you stood up right, your faces just inches apart.
As you turned to walk away, he subtly held out an arm to stop you, hissing in your ear ‘What game are you playing?’
You looked at him again. ‘I’m just getting my communion…Papa.’
Walking to the back of the room, you felt his eyes on your back and your heart was racing. This wasn’t the first time you had a little moment with him.
For weeks, his eyes followed you everywhere, his smirk appearing when your eyes rested on him for just a little longer than a quick glance. Your interactions seemed to have increased, for you would run into him in hallways more often than you ever had before.
He always brushed past you, wordlessly eyeing you and a few times you could’ve sworn he was winking.
It was no surprise you spent many a night thinking of him, fantasizing about him. It was clear there was something going on between you, you did not know what that ‘something’ could be, but it made your thoughts roam freely.
Later that night, you were just leaving the ministry for a little stroll. It was a clear night and the weather was perfect for it, you felt like you needed the fresh air.
Turning the corner towards the front doors, you were busy closing up your jacket when you bumped into someone.
‘Ah shit, sorry. Didn’t see you, you okay?’ You muttered, taking a few steps back to check out who it was.
Half surprised, half amused, you noticed the form of Papa Emeritus III in front of your eyes, folding his arms.
‘We have got to stop meeting like this.’ He said, the witty undertone lacing his voice.
You rolled your eyes, but your heart seemed to have switched several gears ahead.
‘I’m sorry, Papa. We don’t literally bump into each other this often, do we?’
He seemed to be in thought, looking you up and down. You averted your eyes, for this somehow made you feel shy.
‘Maybe we do not, no. Would you like to?’ Papa took several steps towards you, straightening your jacket. Your breath was stuck in your throat, he was so close and there was no one else around.
‘I don’t- I mean, not literally…bumping, but the meeting, I admit I kind of…yes, would…like it. That.’ You stumbled over your words. Papa’s face became more mischievous and amused as you pushed out each word of your strange sentence.
You took a deep breath. He stepped even closer, and you held that deep breath.
‘You ‘kind of’ would…that’s a shame, I would have hoped you ‘really’ would…see I would ‘really’ like that.’ He almost whispered. It was like he had a grip on you, and where you were averting your eyes before, now they couldn’t seem to let his go.
You stopped holding your breath and immediately gulped in more of it. ‘I really would like that too, Papa.’ You admitted.
He grinned, now. His hand came up to swipe some hair away from your face.
‘Please, do call me Terzo, amore.’ He took a step back. ‘But when we are alone, I insist you call me Papa. Understand?’
This had a more demanding tone and you didn’t dare to disagree, not that you wanted to. Your heart beat so fast and unsteady you were afraid he would pick up on it and you nodded wildly.
‘Yes, yes…Papa.’ You said with a shaky voice.
He smiled, seemingly satisfied for now. ‘Good.’ Turning on his heel to walk away, presumably towards his chambers, he stopped in his tracks. You hadn’t even moved yet, trying to process what just happened.
‘Oh, and be careful out there. I require the entirety of you. Goodnight.’ He added slyly and stalked away.
The rest of the night passed in a daze. You took a short walk outside, your thoughts racing, thinking only of him. Papa Emeritus III. Terzo.
He seemed to have a power over you that felt effortless, and days passed where you felt like you could not focus on anything or anyone else but him.
Everytime you'd see him he'd lean over you, into you, staring at you, more often than not sporting either a smirk or a full grin.
A week since you bumped into him by the front door, you spent a late night in the library. Everyone had left and it was getting dark, so you stood up and stretched out. The book in your lap didn't pique your interest enough and you decided to just go put it back on the shelf.
Walking through the maze of bookshelves and cases, trying to remember where you pulled it from, you saw him again. Or, he saw you first. Almost in complete silence he had you cornered against an ancient looking, dusty shelf that nobody seemed to be particularly interested in.
‘Well well, isn't this a pleasant surprise.’ Papa Emeritus the Third, or Terzo as you called him in your head and in public, whispered. He leaned on a shelf with one elbow, taking the book from your hand carelessly and laying it on a random nearby shelf.
‘Papa! What are you doing here?’ You blurted out, this couldn't be a coincidence, could it?
He laughed and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“I am the leader of this joint, basically. I am everywhere.’ He whispered. Your voice had been on full volume and he raised a finger to your lips. ‘Also, this is a library. Sssssh.’
You noticed it was his bare hand and tried to get your breathing under control.
‘Here’s the thing. You are into me.’ He stated bluntly, waving his hand around. It caught you off guard and you almost burst out in a laugh, the tension fading away.
He threw you a glance as if to say ‘so what?’ but he leaned in closer.
‘Are you?’ He added in a whisper, winking.
You got nervous. Yes, you were into him. Very. There weren’t any words to describe how *much* that was.
In a very quiet whisper you answered him. ‘Yes. I am.’
You were both quiet for a few seconds.
The bookcase creaked when he pushed himself off of it, standing up right.
‘The results of your game are coming to fruition, amore.’ He said solemnly, putting a hand on your shoulder. This confused you. Game?
He had mentioned that during the communion a week ago.
‘Papa, I’m not sure if you’re serious, but I’m not playing any game.’ You said, confused.
He tapped the side of his head, and then put his finger to your lips again. This time it stayed there while he spoke.
‘Don’t tell me you acted that way during mass a week ago by accident. Looking up through your lashes with *that* look in your eyes, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you looked…hungry. Not for that communion.’ He whispered and his fingertip lined your lips. You breathed through your nose and tried to decipher what he was getting at. Yes, you had felt like something was going on between you two then. But he was just as in it as you were, wasn’t he?
The quick resolve in your head told you to put your cards on the table, open for him to see.
You took a deep breath. ‘Hungry for you.’ You whispered, not looking at him.
‘Ahhh...’ he hummed and he removed his finger, scratching his head.
Your heart beat fast. You felt like this was the make it or break it moment, even though everything pointed to a ‘make it’ moment. He would’ve stopped you, right? This was something you held onto as he put both hands on your shoulders now.
‘It’s like playing with your food, is it not?’ He smirked in a low voice. His face was right in front of yours and his body was so close to yours you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
You swallowed loudly and nodded. ‘That…that depends, don’t you think?’ You tried.
His hands forced you down and you fell to your knees in front of him, while he made sure you kept looking at him.
‘Does it? Does that depend, amore? Let me reenact that.’ Terzo whispered and he pretended to grab a communion, bringing his hand to your face. You looked up at him, ironically with the same look in your eyes as during the actual communion, but this time there was a shot of adrenaline running through your veins.
You pretended to take the communion, his fingers tracing your lips. More than they originally did, anyways.
‘Technically this- this didn’t happen like this, Papa-’ You whispered and he grabbed your jaw, lowering himself a little. ‘But now it does happen like this.’ He said and his voice was quiet, you had to strain to hear him.
His thumb shifted and the tip slipped past your lips, and you saw a grin spread on his face.
‘Good. What a very good boy you are.’ He praised you softly as if he was talking to himself, but most of all seemed satisfied with you.
Your thoughts were racing and shutting down at the same time, your fantasies running wild and free. With a shock you realized how bad you wanted him.
He must have read that in your eyes, because the next thing you knew was him pulling you up and seeing him with that same grin as his lips brushed over yours. ‘I want you’ He whispered breathily and the shockwaves this sent through you were unmatched with anything you had ever felt. You only managed to push out a short whisper of ‘I want you’ before grabbing him, wrapping your arms around him, kissing him. He kissed you back with the same energy and pressed you against the bookcase roughly, some more unstable books falling out and smacking on the floor. His leg was between yours, as if he wanted the two of you to become one. Intertwined.
He pulled away softly, panting, trailing kisses to the bottom of your ear to your jawline, whispering ‘is that a book or are you happy to see me?’ before he kissed you again.
It was then you realized the bodily effect this entire…experience had on you. It didn’t help that Terzo’s leg was right there, his body against yours, his lips and tongue hungrily exploring yours.
‘I’m…I’m happy to see you’ you admitted between kisses, breathing heavily. You felt that he was smiling and he seemed to press himself against you even more before he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.
‘Of course you are. So happy to see your Papa.’ He murmured, taking your hands.
There was no room for thinking, there was only desire and actions undone. Your hand brushed against him and you knew he was *very* happy to see you.
Chuckling softly, you kissed him once more. ‘Terzo, I-’ He looked at you with a stern expression.
‘I told you to call me Papa, did I not? I insisted, amore.’
‘You…you did, I’m sorry Papa.’ You apologized. He nodded. ‘Good. You will obey me, will you not?’
You didn’t know where to look but in the end, dared to settle on his face, your eyes staring into his. ‘I will. I promise, Papa. There’s nothing I want more than you.’ You admitted, feeling brave now.
He chuckled and shushed you again. ‘Sssssh. None of that dirty business in the library.’ His facial expression was almost comical, but beneath that lay a mask of desire and passion.
‘I’m not doing any dirty business here, Papa.’ You whispered, innocently shrugging.
Trailing his hands over your body, where he lightly brushed against your crotch, he made you shudder. ‘This dirty business. That’s for other places, for now.’ Terzo’s hand trailed away, over the rest of your body.
‘For now?’ You asked breathlessly. He grabbed your hands and took a few steps away from the bookcase.
‘Now I’m taking you to my room. Yes?’ He half asked, half commanded, and you nodded quickly, but apparently that wasn’t enough for him.
‘Did we just not talk about obeying, amore?’ Terzo hissed, pulling you through the labyrinth of bookcases.
‘I’m- I’m sorry Papa, I just got distracted…’ You hissed back. You heard him softly chuckle as you all but flew through the hallways.
You didn’t even pay attention where he was taking you and what doors you passed through until he pulled you into a final door, closing it softer and locking it. He turned on some soft small lights with a switch before returning to you, and you saw how disheveled he looked. The paint around his lips was smudged into a gray blur, some buttons of his shirt were undone, his hair was falling over his forehead. Most of all, the hunger in his eyes that made him look impossibly better.
You just saw his smudgy smile before his lips were on yours again.
He backed you up until you felt the wall behind you. His hands were on his sides, not even touching you, and yet you felt like he physically had you in his grasp.
You could feel his breath on your skin, his eyes piercing into yours. Your eyes traveled towards the few open buttons of his shirt, some chest hairs poking out.
Suddenly his hand was grabbing your chin and softly, but demanding, Terzo tilted your face upwards to look you in the eyes.
‘Eyes up here, amore. Now, are you going to obey me?’ He asks and his voice is a whisper.
Your mouth was dry, so the words wouldn't come out at first.
Terzo smirked. ‘Let’s try that again, shall we?’ and he pressed his lips to yours, the grey smudged paints transferring onto your skin once more. This time, his tongue was meeting yours before you could think about it and you hungrily kissed him back, your mind only on him.
Without even realizing it, your hands gripped onto him. Your fingers tangled in his hair and the other hand clawing at his back. The longer the kiss went on, the more you lost yourself in the moment, until you felt your upper thigh between his and he released you, panting, quickly trying to regain control of the situation.
‘Admittedly, amore, I almost lost myself a little bit in that moment, but what am I supposed to do when you are so delicious?’ He said, chuckling but eyeing you intensely.
You looked at him and your desire almost got the best of you, wanting to spin around and pin him to the wall, wiping the smirk of his face when you pull his hair so his head moves with it, him pulling yours even harder as to show who is boss…
Your pants were painfully tight. Terzo snapped his fingers in front of your face and you noticed you had been holding your breath.
‘Well?’ He asked and he sounded sarcastic, resting his elbows on the wall next to your head, effectively trapping you.
You could barely move, breathe, let alone think. All the blood was somewhere else, not near your brain.
He pushed your leg away, not between his thighs anymore. Your ability to speak came rushing back.
‘I- yes, Papa. I am. Yes.’ You said, your voice raspy and he nodded, a satisfied grin on his face.
‘Good. Very good.’ He praised you, and he grabbed your shoulders roughly, turning you away from the wall. Feeling a little unstable, you flopped down on the couch, winching as your pants, tighter by the second in the crotch area, felt restrictive and painful.
"Stay. Let me get something." Terzo said, quickly walking away, leaving you in a daze. When he returned, he threw a bottle on the couch next to you. You read the label and softly groaned. Lube. Your pants were unbearable now.
Terzo saw you wince and lowered himself to his knees, forcing yours apart. He put his hands on your thighs and studied you as if he was trying to find something.
‘Painful, is it?’ He said. You nodded and you were biting your bottom lip, his head inches removed from your still clothed cock, your head swimming.
‘It is…Papa, please…’ You whined. His hands stroked your thighs, a pattern towards the insides, back outward. Never quite touching you, but brushing so close by… it was driving you crazy and you whimpered involuntarily.
He heard and his head snapped up and his eyes shone mischievously. ‘Whimpering for Papa now? Aren’t you eager. Didn’t I hear a ‘papa please’?’
His hand traveled, slow, way too slow, towards the button of your pants. He opened it but his fingers played with the zipper, your hands were gripping the couch cushion so tight you were scared it was going to tear.
‘More whimpering please, amore. I need to know you obey me and you want me.’ He said, even though he knew how badly you wanted him. Had to know.
It came easy to you, not even having to try. ‘Please, Papa…touch me’ You whimpered successfully, he grinned and pulled down your zipper, quickly reaching inside your underwear to finally free your throbbing cock from its confines. You gasped as he wrapped his fingers around it and looked at it as if it was the tastiest thing he’d ever seen.
‘Oh fuck’ you whispered under your breath. Terzo didn’t say anything. He tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, giving you exactly one vertical lick to the tip of the head. That alone made you feel like you were going to pass out.
Like he was judging you he looked up, and it was no illusion who was in charge here.
‘Before I stuff you inside of me I’m going to need to taste you, don’t you agree?’ He asked, casually sticking out his tongue for additional licks which made you almost unable to answer him.
He released his grip on you and you groaned loudly, your hand instinctively springing forward to replace his. In a fast move he grabbed it and pinned it to the couch.
‘You will answer me. Answer me or I’ll make sure the only place you will be cumming is in your hand.’ Suddenly he seemed scary, the way he looked out of his eyes with a fire behind them. The tone of his voice, however, let you know he didn’t completely mean it, as it sounded teasing. You made a sound between a sigh and a squeak, before scraping your throat.
‘Papa, I’m sorry. I need you so bad, it’s driving me crazy. Please taste me…’
Terzo nodded, without warning his hand was on your cock again. ‘That’s more like it. Good. Keep that up.’
You saw him lick his lips and before you knew it, he was taking you into his mouth, the little bits of smudged paint left on his lips now being spread over you.
One of his hands squeezed your thigh and the other seemed to grab your side, his fingers digging into your flesh as to get your attention. You watched him take you further and further, his black hair falling in front of his face and his eyes looking up at you.
The warmth of his mouth and tongue were perfect and you were doing your best to think of not cumming too fast.
You moaned, still grabbing onto the couch with one hand, but the other was in his hair, his soft hair, but he didn’t need any guidance.
The strong sucking feeling as he slid off, before sliding back on, made you slip out moans louder than you ever had before, his tongue expertly placed just underneath. You didn’t want to finish, but it felt so good, so unholy, so…divine, that you didn’t want him to stop. The sounds coming out of you were between moans and growls, and you pulled his hair harder than you would’ve done in other situations.
He decreased his pace and his hand grabbed the base of your cock as he pulled you out of his mouth, licking his lips again. No paint anymore.
‘Hmm, yes. If that isn’t the most delicious cock ever…’ He said, his voice sounding a little raspy and he stood up. ‘Papa…you’re incredible…’ You managed to tell him, as he stood between your legs and made quick work of the buttons of his shirt.
‘I know, amore. But thank you. Now take off my pants.’ He ordered, his voice cocky but satisfied.
Quickly you fumbled with his belt and then the button, pulling his pants down more forcefully than you wanted.
Terzo noticed, grabbing your hair and harshly tilting your head up.
‘Easy now. We got all night.’
You blinked and apologized. ‘I’m sorry Papa…I didn’t mean to be that harsh.’ He shook his head but grinned. ‘Ah well, I suppose it is good to know you are so eager to have me. Just as I am eager to have you…’
You couldn’t help but stare at him as he undressed himself, stepping out of his shoes and socks, out of his pants. shrugging off his shirt. Of course he was a beautiful man, everyone could see that, but he looked even better naked.
Your eyes were drawn to his cock. It was the perfect length in your eyes, not to mention hard and curving upwards. Again, you found yourself forgetting to breathe.
‘Amore, undress yourself. The staring isn’t rude, I’m flattered. You can stare more when I’m on top of you, okay?’ Terzo said, his tone casual.
You sprung up and you felt lightheaded, but made quick work of your own clothes, tossing them aside. He walked towards you and grabbed your upper arms.
‘Oh lucifer in hell, you look so perfect. So sinful. Beautiful.’ He whispered the words against the skin of your neck as he bent his head, kissing you.
You kissed him back and he pushed you back onto his couch, climbing on top of you, supporting himself on his knees on either side of you and his hands on the back of the couch.
Both of your cocks stood in between you, ready. Very ready. He held out his hand, and you got the hint, grabbing the lube, which he used generously, grinning at you devilishly.
He wrapped his hand around you, your member nice and slippery, he didn’t break eye contact once as he lowered himself on you, even though he bit his lip and panted lightly. Your eyes wanted to roll back, suddenly being engulfed in his tight heat making you feel like this was all too much. His hand tilted your head towards him though, as he steadied himself, sinking down more.
‘Now remember amore-’ He hissed with an unsteady voice. ‘I am claiming YOU with this. You won’t be sticking your dick in anyone else but me.’
He moved upwards again, sliding slightly off of you, before back down again, easing the both of you into it.
‘Yes, Papa’ you mumbled, your eyes wanting to look at where you were joined, but he held you in his lust crazed stare.
Before you knew it, he was practically fucking you. Your hands were on his back, and you couldn’t stop staring at him, taking in his entire form, his face, everything about him.
The sounds he made- oh satan, was there anything better than those?
‘Touch me now’ He managed to say, breathy, moany words. As you looked down and wrapped one of your hands around his bouncing cock the both of you groaned in unison.
‘Good boy’ He responded, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. You tried to move your hand in sync with his movements and it was hard to focus, but judging by the delicious sounds he made you knew it was going perfectly.
Your breath was stuck in your throat and you knew how close you were. Your free hand grabbed his hip and your fingers dug themselves in as you fucked up into him, and he had to hold himself steady on the couch with his hands. He leaned forward and he spoke in a hoarse voice. ‘You are- fuck- you are cumming after me’ a command.
You whimpered and he put a hand on your shoulder where his nails dug in painfully.
He leaned back again and every muscle in you tensed up as you pleasured him, the sweat beading on your forehead.
Your eyes focused on his face, wanting to save this image of him in your head. His paints almost all rubbed off but not completely and you saw the deep blush on his cheeks, the sweat on his skin, his hair in his eyes as he rode you, working himself towards the ultimate pleasure.
His nails dug into you again. He wanted you to answer.
‘Yes- yes papa-’ You hissed with clenched jaws, holding yourself together with great difficulty.
His movements became less controlled, he was chasing, his breaths were ragged and you saw his face contorting as he came, in your hand, his hot cum over your hand and stomach.
You took the moment to thrust upwards hard, both of your hands gripping his hips as your jaw hung slack and you felt his nails on your chest. He was producing more moans, leaning forward, sucking and biting on the skin of your neck, marking you as his.
You were close, so very close, the image of his face clear in your head. What pushed you over the edge where his whispers in your ear. ‘Now cum’ He ordered, and you did, slamming into him, but slowing down your movements as you gulped in air again, having held your breath. He yelped, and you slowly came to a halt with your movements.
He slumped forwards and you both panted, your sweaty bodies pressed against one another.
After a little while, he lifted himself off of you, making himself and you gasp, after which his hand was on the back of your head and tilted it forward to his face.
‘You’re mine now. Mine, amore.’ He swore, and it made you feel happy.
You leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you, raising an eyebrow, causing you to chuckle. ‘Papa, I want to be.’ You replied. He looked at you, puzzled.
‘Why the chuckling then, hm?’ He asked, and he grabbed his underwear off of the floor next to the couch, quickly sliding it on, leaning over you.
‘I…I was just thinking about the next mass. But I have been feeling…thinking about you since way before that.’ You admitted. He threw you your underwear and then pulled you up by your hands, throwing his arms around your neck.
‘If you ever look at me like that again at communion, I won’t take you to my room first. If I catch you thinking about anyone else, you will be…punished.’ He said in a sweet voice, but the threatening edge that had made your heart beat faster.
‘How would you know who I am thinking of?’ You whispered. He shook his head.
‘Oh, I’ll know. No worries. You’ll be thinking of me.’ Terzo said, winking and then kissing you.
You watched him as he gathered the rest of the pieces of clothing, the moon glowing through the window, making his black hair shine and the way his sweaty body bathed in the light made you lose your track of thoughts once again.