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"Raymond," Innocent says with gentle authority, "come here."
Ray swallows. He's never heard this tone from His Holiness before. Innocent sits at his desk though his chair is several inches from it, leaving a space in front of him. Ray hesitates before crossing the boundary the desk represents, standing next to Innocent who looks up at him sweetly. It is at odds with the finger pointing down between his legs.
He doesn't quite know what to do. The late Holy Father had had his moments, of course, but to see Innocent—Vincent, he reminds himself, as the man himself often does—beckoning him towards his lap? Something in Ray's chest feels strange.
Obviously, he can see how attractive Vincent is. He'd be lying if he said that he'd never imagined himself on his knees for the Holy Father, but to see the Vicar of Christ spreading his legs for him is a new sensation.
Ray's breath hitches as Vincent shifts, the fabric of his cassock parting to reveal the tender flesh of Christ underneath.
Carefully, Ray shuffles closer and kneels in front of His Holiness.
"Would you like to?" Vincent—Innocent, he decides, he prefers him as Innocent in this moment—asks, head tilted to the side like a curious animal.
Ray swallows. "If it would please you, Your Holiness."
Innocent tsks and pushes his zucchetto off to the floor with one swift movement.
"None of that now." His hand moves further back to grasp a fistful of Ray's hair. Ray gasps quietly and moves with it, his head falling back onto his shoulders. “Would you like to?”
"Y-yes," he says, and bites his lip.
Innocent releases him then, and gently guides Ray to hover inches away from where his legs are spread wide. He hesitates, only for a moment, before Innocent presses his head down just slightly and he no longer has any say in the matter.
He drags his nose over the Holy Father's cock, taking in his smell and texture. It has a distinct curve to the right. Not the left, of course, the right has always represented that which was Holy, Ray thinks dizzily as his face presses into Innocent’s manhood. It smells like musk. The only comparable smell is the scent of Ray's own... well, his own penis. He smells it on himself briefly when he does housework. He usually takes it as a sign that he needs a shower, but smelling someone else's scent like this awakens a feeling in Ray he did not know he was capable of.
The skin of it is warm against his cheek as he dips down further to nuzzle Innocent’s balls. He's not sure what he's doing but instead of the nervous internal babbling he usually hears during new experiences, his mind has gone completely blank like a monastic vow of silence.
His face turns into the intense heat, letting instinct take over as he mouths at the base of Innocent’s cock. Tongue, yes, he believes others generally use their tongues for this. The small pink muscle emerges from his mouth and travels languidly from the base to the tip
He licks up the bead of precum that emerges from the head, using that movement to leave a gentle kiss against his slit. He hears a small noise from the Holy Father and feels a deep sense of accomplishment. I did that, Ray thinks, I made him feel good. He suddenly understands the appeal of this type of intercourse.
To fully take in Innocent is still frightening, however, so he leaves little kitten licks across the underside of his cock, watching with fascination as it twitches. Innocent spreads his legs a little further, and Ray realizes he's getting impatient. Surely he cannot leave His Holiness waiting.
"Do you know what to do?" he asks, and Ray blushes, shaking his head. He doesn't, and he feels like a fool for it.
"Ah, my dear Monsignor," Innocent coos. "Take the head into your mouth and suck it."
Ray leans forward to follow orders, letting the weight sink against his tongue. He tastes... bitter, maybe, and he swirls his tongue to get a sense of the cock in his mouth.
He maintains eye contact with Innocent as he takes his cock deeper inside. The sensation almost makes him gag, but he manages to hum one of the psalms from the morning mass until the nausea goes away.
Innocent moans above him. His voice is soft and Ray can't help but to let his own whimper escape. The sound only seems to make the Holy Father more needy as he pushes further into Ray's throat. Hands are in his hair, pulling, and he moves his hands to rest on Innocent’s hips for balance while his tongue explores.
The taste is pleasurable. His own cock twitches, and he feels wetness spread in his underwear. His crotch finds Innocent’s foot, and he can't stop himself from humping it, desperate for the friction.
"Oh, that's right, puppy. Good job. Fuck yourself on me, I don't mind," Innocent groans, guiding Ray’s head further onto his cock with a hand tightly bunched in his hair, and Ray gasps at the dual sensations.
This is what he had given up, all those years ago? How ridiculous. How could he—
Suddenly, something hot, almost unbearably so, fills his mouth and coats his tongue. Ray stops, blinks, and then moans around it when he realizes what has just happened.
The Holy Father has orgasmed in his mouth.
In Ray's mouth.
He whimpers, instinctively swallowing the bitter liquid down and bobbing his head for more until Innocent pushes him away with a hiss. Ray wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a shiny residue behind.
The Holy Father nudges him with his foot, and Ray is brought back to reality as he acknowledges his painfully hard erection. Innocent moves his foot again, almost stepping down this time, and Ray keens, the sensation so new and so good.
"Good boy," Innocent says, petting Ray's hair as his hips jerk upward to meet that sweet friction once more. He drops his head forward to rest in the Holy Father's lap as he moves faster, panting and whining.
"What a good puppy," croons Innocent, and Ray is undone, crying out in a low moan as he comes in his pants like a teenager.
He only stays like that for a moment before Innocent pulls Ray up to sit in his lap, and Ray blushes, tucking his face into the Pope's neck.
"How well you serve your master," Innocent whispers into his ear, peppering kisses along the side of his face. His hands stroke Ray all over, through his hair, behind his ears, across the nape of his neck and over his twitching back. "How well trained."
The way he's speaking should sound dirty, but Ray only feels a settling sense of meaning. He nods a little frantically into Innocent's skin.
"I would put you in the finest leather collar. Hold your leash even though you would never run away, would you, puppy? Just so you knew you belonged to me."
Ray makes an unintelligible noise, distinct with want.
"Do you know that? That you belong to me?"
It seems more important to answer now than at any other time in his life. "I belong to you."
"Of course." Vincent tilts his chin up so that they are making eye contact. "And I you."