Did an art trade with @dandydanthelion , and they delivered this gorgeous piece of my cult leader and priest. Thank you a ton, I adore this so much ^-^
Tags: Religious Themes, Anal Sex, Creampie, Dorian has a hyperspermia and a lot of precum, public sex? (It's in a church)
Summary: You have been frequenting your local church in efforts to become more involved with your community. One particular night, Father Dorian - someone you had come to know very well - requests that you stay behind so he can speak with you. Who knew a man of God could be one of sin, too?
Feel free to read on ao3 if you prefer!
Fic under the cut.
Temptation. Sin. Confession. Repentance. It was a constant cycle for Father Dorian, and he really didn't know where these emotions had come from. He swore celibacy and warded off any sexual or even romantic feelings that beckoned him in their disgustingly sick embrace. Dorian knew better than to fall victim to this, and he was a strong-willed man who was certain in his faith. He hadn't spent all this time knowing The Bible by heart and growing up in religious schools to only fail. Damn it all to hell, he knew better than to think this way when he saw you among those church pews while he preached his sermon.
You had only become a recent volunteer at the church, choosing to visit during the later hours as it suited your schedule better than during the day. Religion wasn't exactly something you believed in, but this had provided some strange comfort. After all, your relationship with the man upstairs was rather strained. Not only that, but this had also helped you with getting involved with your community, and the people were very accepting regardless of who walked through their doors - having shunned any sort of hate brought about.
The primary priest that had tackled the late night services was Father Dorian. He had been a priest for almost fifteen years now, having started when he was twenty. This man had known religion all his life and to love thy neighbor and welcome anyone who sought refuge. In his years of being among the church, Dorian doesn't think he had turned down a single person seeking to turn their life around.
Tonight's service had been calming, there was the talk of upcoming events for the holidays more towards the end, request for volunteers. Although, Dorian called out your name as people began to file out, the service being over.
"If you could please stay for a little bit. I have a private matter to speak to you about," the priest asked.
That alone had made your blood run a little cold and a few doubts spring into your mind. It was always a rare occasion that someone be asked to stay behind by a priest, even more so when they were the only one in the building. Finally, though, the church filed out and it was only you and Father Dorian. He had stepped down from his podium and approached you as you remained sat among the pews. You watched as he graciously sat down next to you, the old wooden bench creaking under the newfound weight.
"I must admit something to you," Dorian spoke softly but the serious tone hadn't faded one single bit. He looked down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers. "These past few weeks I find myself dragged into temptation."
"Father—" you tried to interject.
Dorian raised a hand. "No. Please, let me speak," he sighed through his nose and closed his eyes in preparation for the sin that spilled from holy lips. "You're the very reason. I tried to confess, repent, and shite, I even prayed."
A beat of silence passed as the priest looked at you.
"What the hell have you done to me?"
It was a soft, rhetorical question, one that beckoned no response. You feared that this would bring about your departure from the church and you'd have to seek another. Although, the wooden seat creaked under shifted weight and Dorian's body pressed to yours as did his lips. It was something you weren't expecting, not from a holy man like himself. If Dorian was going to sin then dammit, he would drag you right down with him.
Your back met with the wood as the priest gently guided you down, leaning over you as the kiss remained steady. His thigh pressed between your legs, the other leg finding support on the floor. Your own hands sought out Dorian's clothes, causing the kiss to break.
"Just the trousers," he panted and grabbed one of your hands, guiding it down to his belt.
"Of course, sorry," you whispered, swallowing thickly as your fingers tugged the leather out from the metal buckle.
Dorian softly chuckled. "Ah, no need. It's alright," he captured your lips once more.
This kiss was more intense than the last one, a dominating groan left Dorian when his black pants had been loosened, cock heavily straining against his underwear. Your hand cupped the bulge, rubbing it while your other one busied itself in the priest's hair. God, Dorian couldn't help but grind against your palm, starving desperately for that sweet attention. You could just feel how much he was leaking as it stained the fabric.
"This is what you do to me," Dorian moaned against your lips. "And I… I'm not breaking celibacy because I'm not inside you."
"Not yet," you whispered.
Dorian broke from the kiss with a groan and leaned towards your ear. "You're that bloody snake constantly whispering things in my ear… and I, for one, am a weak man."
"Shouldn't this be wrong, though, Father?"
"Not when it's you."
It had been a weak protest from you, one that lacked any semblance of conviction. Dorian knew it all too well because there was no more denying this magnetizing pull, certainly one he was eager to let consume him whole. After all, the priest could always confess and repent but deep down he knew that wouldn't stop him from finding you in the late hours. It was unbecoming to be vulnerable like this, to go against the very thing he swore off for all of life. Alas, there Dorian was, grinding into your palm like some desperate teenager trying to get off. You never thought that he'd be fruitlessly bucking his hips in a futile attempt to get off. After all, you both knew what you two needed. It was as clear as day.
Dorian pulled back, panting as he tugged the fabric down enough to let his cock spring out, hanging hard between his legs. It was thick, a bit below average but nothing that still couldn't please all the same.
"Get up and lean against the pews," he said, motioning to the wood you laid upon.
You had wasted no time in getting up, turning your back to the priest, and leaning your body to the pews. You grabbed the back of it for support and with one knee on the bench, the other leg on the floor. Dorian stood behind you, adjusting you properly, before he reached around to the front of your pants and loosened them. He only tugged the fabric down enough to get a gorgeous view of your ass. Dorian spat in his hand and dragged it along the cleft of it, finding that puckered hole in between your cheeks before grabbing your hip. He slid his cock between them, using the saliva as lube while he grinded. You could feel that pressure and weight against your hole with every pass, thinking that the tip would notch.
As Dorian continued to grind against you, shameless moans echoing in the church, you could feel excessive precum stain your skin; it even dripped down along your sensitive area. It felt hot and very messy as Dorian's hips continued to pump, his cock gliding easier with the lubrication from the precum. Those large, strong hands had gripped tighter to your ass, pushing the cheeks together to tighten the feel around his thick shaft. Dorian couldn't get enough of you, his restraint fraying at the edges as he panted and held himself back from the greed of lust that threatened to consume him whole. Oh, who was he kidding? There was no holding back, not with you below him and sounding like the way you did.
"I need to have you," Dorian whispered. "I want to just fuck this arse. Please?" It was almost like he was begging for some sense of twisted salvation.
There was this lingering sense of justice that swallowed the back of your mind. Surely you knew how wrong this all was, to sway a priest to sin - hell, maybe it'd be your own damnation too - but that arousal clawed at you, making your brain foggy. You reared back, egging Dorian on.
"Yeah," you panted, urging. "Please, just fuck me."
Whatever thin rope of restraint Dorian had at that moment ended up snapping. He let go of one of your cheeks, gripping the base of his cock to slather it in the absolute mess of precum that had dripped down your ass and thighs. A sweet moan left the priest as he stroked himself, ensuring every inch was lubricated the best it could be. You felt one half of your ass be spread open, that leaking, wet tip smearing against the puckered hole. First it was pressure, then discomfort and a sting of pain as Dorian pushed into you and stretched your tight rim open around his thick shaft.
A stutter of a breath left you, hands gripping at the wooden backing of the pews as the priest slowly bottomed out.
"Fuck me," Dorian took a moment to see how your ass took him in. "You're so tight. You barely can even take me."
The tightening of your hands had been evident by the old wood creaking, knuckles going white. Dorian was careful as he pulled back, adjusting the pants that hung around his thighs to make sure they didn't get too much in the way. He pushed back in, watching every emotion that flashed over your face as you glanced back at him - the only sources of light being the streetlights that shone through colorful stained glass and the candles that had been strewn about towards the podium. God above, you didn't even know when the light had turned off, but it didn't matter in this shared sin, not when Dorian began to move with finesse and purpose.
As those hips pumps, driving his cock in and out of you, you could feel him continued to leak precum into you. It was warm, helped slick the process along, and oddly comforting, as was the intimacy too. You had no reason to complain, not when the claws of pleasure tore into your spine and shot up your head like a gun set to blow. A gasp left your mouth when Dorian brought a hand to the underside of your throat, gripping it enough for you to call to his attention but not enough for the cut-off of air to occurred. It was solely a show of dominance and the ways that Dorian could afflict you with all things pure and sin. Those fingers traces along your jaw, pressing into the underside.
"That's it," Dorian praised, exasperated. He leaned down, heavy breaths warm to your ear. "May God forgive you, because I won't."
You almost wanted to laugh at that. This man of God wasn't the one begging for repentance, he had long thrown that away when he realized his ambitions became far too grave for any sense of salvation anymore. Dorian could face a hundred hells if it meant he could have you like this time and time again. All that was he swore had been tramped and discarded like it meant nothing, and all because of you.
Dorian's hips didn't relent, only getting more punishing as he poured every ounce of greed and lust, there being pride behind them as he held your body back against his chest. The sounds of moans, grunts, the wood creaking harmonizing with the fabric shuffling and the metal of Dorian's belt, had filled the grandiose space of the church. It reverberated and bounce off of every inch, tainting it with blasphemous intent. For such a public, holy place, no one would know of the sin committed here - only you two.
The pace began to reach breaking point, the thrusts growing incessant and brutal as Dorian found himself drowning. He felt as if he were being baptized in pure fire rather than pure water this time. God above, how was he supposed to look at himself the same in knowing how on par he was with every sinner Jesus had died for? Perhaps, in this animalistic wake, Jesus had died for his very sins too. In that realization, Dorian accepted that he was meant to do this, to feel every part of you wrapped perfectly around his thick cock.
A gasp left your lips when a particular thrust struck hard, grunts spilling from the priest as he let himself unravel at the seam - falling apart like some silken ribbon.
"I'm cumming," Dorian warned, nails digging into your neck while his other arm remained wrapped around your midsection.
Every thrust had drawn a gasp from you. Dorian didn't want this to end, he had been enlightened to all he wasted away in the wake of giving undying loyalty to God. All this shattered as he buried himself deep, groaning and gasping while letting himself cum inside of you. The arm around your midsection tightened, keeping you so close. You grabbed at Dorian's arms, feeling your orgasm ride out as thick ropes of cum filled you.
Everything had slowed as Dorian pulled out, leaving your stretched hole a mess of white. There had been plenty pumped into you, to almost the point of overflow. The priest took a moment to look you over, gently caressing your lower back through your shirt.
"God help me," Dorian whispered. "The church would disapprove of this."
"What the church doesn't know, won't kill them," you panted. Your breathing steadied as you regained your bearings.
"Not unless you confess it," Dorian paused, a strained laugh leaving him. "And I know I won't be the one kneeling in the booth."
Hey, headcanon time. I got a whole Priest!Dorian to not shut up about.
☆ Has been a priest for about 15 years (since he was 20). Although he's been religious his entire life.
☆ Dorian honestly loves what he does despite sometimes doubting his faith. He takes it in stride, knowing that questioning is part of human nature.
☆ Preaches faith not based on hate but love instead - despises those who use it against people.
☆ Outside of the church, he's generally a normal guy. Sure, he has religious things among his house, but the man actually really enjoys cooking. He mentions that if he didn't take up priesthood, then he would've been a cook or sous chef.
☆ Has an insanely good memory with the Bible. He stuides it day and night.
Lewd ones under the cut like usual ^-^
☆ Dorian is such a weak man. Oh, temptation beckons him so dearly. He falls to sin at the snap of a finger.
☆ Begins to do late-night service/confessions just so he can see you. Sometimes, he'll request that you stay after under the guise of "important matters". You ultimately end up bent over the pews or on your knees for him.
☆ Heavy into religious play with sex. From having a rosary, to holy water, anointing oil, etc. It gives him the impression that he's still pure being if it's the will of God, then is he really sinning?
