believe me, my son, there's nothing I haven't heard

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believe me, my son, there's nothing I haven't heard
"hold me. please," his voice quivered a bit.
father jud's eyes that were squeezed shut in ecstacy were now open. and they'd never looked so vulnerable. sad, shameful eyes, almost on the verge of tears. there was nothing but his rosary between the two of you, flopping on his taut abdomen with every thrust, catching him in the act. witnessing sin.
a small of course left your lips and you instinctively pulled him into a hug, your bodies still attached to one another. he hugged you tighter, impossibly tighter, as if he was trying to erase any distance between the two of you. his large arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you close. he seemed to unwittingly slip deeper inside of you, and you felt the pleasure caught in your chest.
he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, hiding away. the few seconds of silence seemed to stretch indefinitely creating a cold stillness in the air you were hesitant to interrupt. but you had to.
"is everything okay?" you whispered. if he wasn't so close, he'd barely be able to hear you. you heard him sniffle.
"i- i don't know. i thought i was better than this. i really did."
you swallowed. you didn't want it to come to this. or maybe you did. part of you knew this would never end well. he wouldnt leave the priesthood, not that you'd want him to. you'd never become a catholic. even if you did, exceeding in devotion and singing the psalms all through chimney rock, it wouldnt end well. he wasnt that kind of person. he'd never make this mistake again. you knew, if the day ever came, you'd have to make the most of it.
but why were you guilty then? you had no obligation. no oath. no vow.
"we can stop. you know that right? just tell me and we can just –"
"i don't want to," he interupted. "the worst part is, i don't want to. and even now..."
you run your nails down his back, softly. he squirms inside of you.
"...you feel so fucking good." with this shameful confession, he buries his face back into the nape of your neck. there's nothing you can do but sigh. you want to hold him, till the end of time, till he doesn't have to feel this way.
"fuck, i'm so sorry."
"you're just a person, jud. a vessel of the lord's message, sure, but still a person. c'mon, look at me," you say, and he does. his face, as beautiful as the first day you saw it, now stained with a single tear. you can feel him trying to apologize, you can see the guilt circling his eyes.
"and so am i. i'm not some sinful temptation sent by the devil," you say, cupping his face in your hands, "you wouldn't fall for that."
"i don't want to make you feel like that, ever. it's not you. it's me, i came here. i came here hoping, praying even, to land up where i am."
you wipe away the tears from his face, kissing him on his cheeks.
"praying worked out for you then," you say. he smiles. for the first time in what feels like forever, he smiles that same abashed smile, his gaze downcast and innocent. it makes your heart flutter a bit. he licks his lips before softly planting them on yours. its almost chaste, slow at first but all the more erotic. his hand presses against your back and you feel the cold metal of the cross on your stomach.
"i guess i should probably make the most of it then."
shoutout hot priests! gotta be one of my favorite genders
everyone who just watched the netflix release, i’m giving you all one (1) weekend to start pumping out the jud duplenticy fics
landoscar x fleabag au
(fuck me eyes by ethel cain plays on repeat)
i loved wake up dead man bless my jud life
hot priest.
Eddie back in the confessional booth
Eddie: I need advice Father, I lost my captain. Hot priest: *hesitates after last time when he said this about his son* And by lost you mean ...? Eddie: He's dead. Hot Priest: Okay, good. I mean, not good, but good to know. Continue.
A few weeks later, Bobby and Eddie walk into the church together after Bobby's resurrection.
Eddie: I was wrong, he wasn't dead, he was actually just lost.
Hot Priest: *over it* You are all banned from churches.