TW: Oral, religious themes, choking
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Hoodie, who still wears a cross necklace chain around his neck even though he stopped believing in God a long, long time ago.
Itβs silver, the chain thin but still a good weight around his neck.
Heβll tell others itβs a comfort thing, or some sentimental piece given to him a long time ago.
But truth is, itβs none of those things.
He just loves the way it dangles in front of your face whenever heβs looking down at you.
Hunched over you, hands gripped around your head as he forces the tip of his cock just an inch or more deeper into your throat. Youβre gagging, hard, sickly sweet tears streaming down your red cheeks. You were already so pretty, but the gleam of sliver metal swaying above your nose just made it all that much more of a lovely sight.
Or, laying you on your back, legs pushed wide and slotting himself between them. He canβt help but smile as the chain jingles and sways with every snap of his bony hips against yours.
Lips parted, eyes rolling back, and bare chest heaving with every sharp inhale, the cross follows.
Complimenting your every move. Shining just a little brighter when your pretty face is there to aid it.
Thereβs nothing that can hold him back when you wrap your lips around the metal, suckling and biting the chain, tugging the man closer by his neck. He falls apart, body growing hazy when the sight of your tongue flattening against the charm.
Heβs not religious, hasnβt been for a long time.
But when just the sight of your face can make this wreck of a man crumble, the symbol of some far-gone serenity stuck between the lips that were just around his cock, he thinks this is far greater than anything any god could give him.
Heβd make his own religion, one where divinity and spirituality comes from how many times he can make you cum.
And his prayer is always full of your sweet noises.
Amen.
literally had to take a smoke break after reading this to calm down