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“Can I speak to you for a moment?” Jeongin asks, a hand resting on the teenager’s shoulder. He keeps his voice low despite the usual chatter filling the church after Mass is completed.
Hyunjin turns away from his parents to look back and smiles when he sees the owner of the voice. “Of course, Father.”
Jeongin doesn’t like his sultry tone, and that’s precisely why they need to have a stern discussion. Hyunjin excuses himself from his parents, and Jeongin leads him to the quiet basement—a bit atypical, but in their small church, the appropriate options for quiet conversation are limited immediately following Mass.
In his twenties, Jeongin is still a relatively new priest. It has caused numerous problems in his professional and spiritual life, but his draw to the Lord and the holy priesthood has always been stronger than any awkwardness from a middle-aged individual calling ‘a kid’ Father. As with all things, though, Jeongin is not without fault, and he struggles with the temptation of sin—specifically his vow of celibacy. He’s hanging on, but only by a thread. Nocturnal emissions have become a near nightly event, and his dreams even drift to the unholy—namely a particular member of the church who keeps flirting and making eyes at him.
Passing by boxes of extra supplies for the church, Jeongin crosses his arms and turns to face Hyunjin. “Do you know why I want to speak with you?”
Hyunjin’s eyes look to the side. He hums as if in thought. “I have an idea…”
Jeongin narrows his eyes at the younger man. “Your behavior lately has been completely disrespectful. Not only to me, but to this parish, to the Mass itself, to the Lord.”
Hyunjin’s eyes avoid Jeongin’s serious gaze. His lips quirk ever so slightly. “Disrespectful?”
“During the holiest of moments, you try to tempt me.” Jeongin pauses for a moment, realizing his poor choice of words. He presses his lips together momentarily and continues, “It dishonors me, the Church, and even yourself, Hyunjin.”
“I’m sorry, Father,” Hyunjin says, to Jeongin’s surprise. “I didn’t mean to dishonor you… I just wanted your attention.”
“That’s not— For what purpose?” Jeongin asks plainly. “This isn’t a game. I’m an adult, and you’re a child.”
“I’m eighteen,” Hyunjin says without missing a beat. “I’m in college.”
Jeongin ignores his argument. “I took a vow of celibacy, and teenage flirting is not going to sway me, Hyunjin. Debasing yourself does nothing to benefit you or me, spiritually or otherwise. As a child of the Lord, you have a reputation to uphold—“
Stepping closer, Hyunjin wordlessly sinks to his knees. He clasps his hands in a mockery of true prayer. There’s no shame, no hesitation, as he looks up at the priest, eyes shining with the knowledge of what he does.
Jeongin’s breath hitches. The sight, the disrespectful act, should light a righteous fire within him, but instead the fire he feels is fueled by something more animalistic. He knows that he should drag Hyunjin by the arm, take him back upstairs, match him to his parents, or straight to confession.
“Get up,” he manages, however quiet.
Hyunjin doesn’t budge. “Why, Father? Aren’t you the one who called me down here?”
Jeongin has nothing to say. There’s nothing he can say.
“If I’m being disrespectful…” Hyunjin says, “maybe you should punish me.”
Jeongin stares down at Hyunjin, and pretty puppy dog eyes stare back up. Jeongin closes his eyes and takes a long deep breath; when he opens his eyes again, Hyunjin is still there, kneeling before him, and the problem hasn’t solved itself in a miracle by God.
“If this is a punishment…” Jeongin can’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth, and it feels like something darker has taken hold of him. “Then you’ll take whatI give you. Understand?”
“Yes, Father,” Hyunjin says, sounding more eager than submissive, let alone repentant.
His hands trembling, Jeongin reaches down, pulling up his robes enough to reveal his belt. Quick and seemingly very confident, Hyunjin’s hands grab Jeongin’s belt as soon as it's visible. He unbuckles it, practically ripping Jeongin’s pants open in his haste.
Hyunjin’s hand takes Jeongin’s cock, already half hard, and gives it a couple of short pumps before he leans in to press his lips to the head.
A hiss escapes Jeongin, and a hand instinctively finds itself gripping Hyunjin’s hair. “This is punishment,” he says, though if it’s to Hyunjin or himself, he isn’t entirely sure.
Impatiently, Hyunjin takes Jeongin’s cock into his mouth before humming around it in acknowledgment of the priest’s words. Jeongin’s knees nearly buckle at the vibrational sensation. Hyunjin’s eyes, big and eager, stare up at him with the keen enthusiasm that could only come from a hormonal teenager excited to please. On the other end of the experience, Jeongin’s hands fly down, fingers tangling themselves in Hyunjin’s hair. He tries not to force Hyunjin’s head down further, but his body aches for more of the sensation, more warmth, more softness. His hips naturally twitch as his little self-resolve entirely crumbles in on itself like an empty aluminum soda can.
Hyunjin’s tongue presses firmly against the underside of Jeongin’s cock as he sinks down, taking more inside, before coming back up to repeat the movement. With every pull back, he skillfully sucks, and it’s only then that it dawns on Jeongin that Hyunjin is not the innocent kid that he had assumed he was. There’s no fumbling curiosity, no hesitation, no anxiety—just pure want, confidence, expertise. Jeongin suddenly feels like a fish out of water, his virginal existence that is meant to be holy and godly causing him to twitch and gasp at Hyunjin’s every move. Unlike Hyunjin, he has never felt touch like this—the sinful slide of a tongue that knows exactly where to press, cheeks that hollow from causing the suction intended to bring him only pleasure.
Whimpering as he attempts to stifle his moans, Jeongin looks down, watching as Hyunjin bobs his head and his cock as it disappears in and out of his full lips. Seeing his mesmerized stare, Hyunjin takes him in deeper on the next descent, and Jeongin fully moans as he feels the tip of his cock nudge the back of Hyunjin’s throat. The teenager doesn’t gag even a little, and the question of how many times other cocks have been down his throat has Jeongin’s cock twitching.
Suddenly, Hyunjin, his lips still stretched around Jeongin’s girth, moans. For a moment, Jeongin thinks he may very well pass out as the vibrations ripple through him. Once he’s mindful enough to pull his head forward from where it had naturally tipped back, Jeongin notices that one of Hyunjin’s hands is no longer holding onto his thigh for leverage. Instead, it’s in his lap as he palms at himself through his slacks. From around his hand, Jeongin can see the obscene tent of his erection. Despite the line of his eyes, Hyunjin never pauses his ministrations, continuing to shamelessly suck the priest’s cock. It has Jeongin reeling. Kneeling in the basement of the church, Hyunjin is choking himself on a holy man’s forbidden flesh while his own arousal demands attention for the simple fact that he enjoys this. He’s reveling in the taboo depravity—and so is Jeongin, starved for release after years of complete denial.
He can’t resist it anymore.
Holding Hyunjin’s head in place, Jeongin lets his hips snap forward. Hyunjin’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away or protest. Jeongin feeds his cock deeper into Hyunjin’s mouth, breaching the tight ring of his throat. Like an animal, he wildly plunges his cock in and out, fucking Hyunjin’s perfect adulterous mouth. Hyunjin does finally gag, and the sound only spurs Jeongin on as he chases after the feeling of a convulsing throat milking his cock.
Despite Jeongin’s unraveling, Hyunjin stays put, allowing himself to be used as a temporary release from celibacy. His only movement is the fumbling of his belt and zipper as he pulls his own flushed cock out, frantically jerking it as Jeongin fucks his mouth. Masturbating himself, Hyunjin’s throat tightens, and Jeongin pounds into it, chasing the pleasure that will send him over the edge. The two hold eye contact with one another as the sounds of gagging, muffled moans and masturbating fill the underground room.
With one more squeeze from Hyunjin’s throat, Jeongin’s hips stutter. He chokes out a curse as he spills down Hyunjin’s throat. His first intentional, conscious sexual release in years is overwhelming, and each pulse feels far from the last as Jeongin’s body trembles. With every other throb, he can feel Hyunjin’s throat clench as he swallows all his cum down, and that only fuels the insurmountable pleasure coursing through his body.
Hyunjin’s hand moves quickly on his own cock until it doesn’t. In a single moment, Hyunjin’s body tensed, but not with release. In what feels like awkward frustration, Hyunjin simply removes his hand from his cock. Finally, he pulls off Jeongin’s cock with a wet pop. Still kneeling, he gasps for air in several long breaths, and the spit on his swollen, red lips shines in the light. Slowly and deliberately, Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, he looks up at Jeongin. Disappointment is clearly etched across his features as his tongue momentarily darts out to lick his lips clean. “That’s it?”
His voice is husky now, but his words still cut deep. Jeongin watches wordlessly as Hyunjin’s hand comes back to his own still hard cock, taking hold of it, but not really stroking or covering it. His eyes go down to Jeongin’s spent cock, which, whether intentionally or not, urges the priest to hurriedly cover his nakedness. At Jeongin’s move, Hyunjin awkwardly looks down at himself before shoving himself back into his own pants, wincing slightly at the discomfort. “I just…” Hyunjin briefly trails off. “Really? You couldn’t hold out for five minutes, Father?”
“I—“ Jeongin lowers his eyes, shame setting in and mixing with the already building embarrassment and regret of breaking his vow to the Lord. Torn between apologizing, justifying and threatening, he simply chooses silence.
But the quiet is unbearable, and he finds himself turning on his heels to quickly make his way back upstairs. He entered this church as a man of God; now he’s leaving as a sinner.