"A Prayer for Guidance"
906 words 𖤐 Terzo x Primo
Papa helps his dear fratellino in his struggle with sin.
Religious Themes ♱ Blood Play (If You Squint) ♱ Rougher Sex ♱ Overstim ♱ Worship ♱ Anal Sex ♱ This Walkman Loves To Write Prayers ♱ But Terzo Struggles To Say Them
"Papa Primo?" Terzo said, leaning in his brother's office door.
"Yes, Cardinal?" Primo looked up from the papers on his desk, removing his glasses and cleaning the lenses as he waited for Terzo to continue.
"I am burdened, Papa… I was hoping you would have time for a chat. I need your wisdom."
"I always have time for you, fratellino. Come. Sit." Primo smiled softly as Terzo settled into one of the armchairs, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tightly. "What is on your mind?"
"Sin, Papa…"
"It is a good thing to consider. We must try to honor Lucifer's wishes each day."
"I was hoping you would say that."
"What sin is calling you?"
"Lust."
"There are many siblings who are eager for your attention."
"It is not a sibling I desire."
"Oh?"
"I'd rather my dear fratello." Terzo suddenly stretched laying back in the chair, hardening cock visible through his cassock.
"Oh."
Primo stared at his brother, narrowing his eyes.
"You know they will talk?"
"Let them. Let them see my devotion to our Lord through my deeds." Terzo's gaze had gone hungry; he chewed harshly on his bottom lip.
"The pursuit of what you desire will come with a price, dear fratellino. Are you prepared to pay it?"
"I will sell my soul to feel your touch. The siblings talk, most claim to be unable to take you."
"They do not lie." He stared at Terzo, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"Very well, then. Stand." Primo rose from his desk, white eye glowing faintly. His movements were slow, measured, calculated… until he lunged forward, pinning Terzo to the wall and looming over him. "You will learn that your sinful lust has consequences."
"You're proud of me and you know it."
Primo growled and started quickly undoing the buttons of his brother's cassock, Terzo swiftly shrugging it off as soon as it was undone. It crumpled to the floor, swiftly followed by Terzo's undergarments, and he soon knelt nude in front of Primo.
"Tell me what you desire, sinner. Confess."
"I want your cock, Papa. I want you to pin me down and fuck me until I can't speak, I want to take what the Siblings never could. I need it. All of it." Terzo pressed his hands together and stared up at Primo, prayerful posture contrasting the animalistic lust behind his eyes.
"Your greed is sickening, fratellino," Primo growled, throwing his robes aside and letting Terzo rub his cheek against his hardening cock through his boxers. "Thank Lucifer for the gift he has given you."
"Oh…"
Primo pulled the rest of his clothing off, holding Terzo away from him.
"Give thanks."
"Unholy father… I thank you for the beautiful man before me. I thank you for the lust he shall indulge, and I thank you for this opportunity to grow my faith."
"Good. Rise, on your feet."
Terzo scrambled out of the floor and Primo immediately threw him over the desk. He held the young man's arms behind his back, binding his wrists tightly behind his back with a rosary and pressing the cross into his sweaty palms.
"I need it…"
"I know." Primo gripped Terzo's thighs and pressed himself into Terzo's ass. Terzo gasped sharply, whimpering, struggling against his bonds. "You wanted this. Behave, and take it."
He fucked into Terzo with reckless abandon, nails digging into Terzo, blood running down his thighs, dripping and smearing across the paperwork on Primo's desk. It took Terzo very little time to cum, but Primo didn't relent, and instead doubled down.
"Pray."
"Papa-"
"I said pray."
"Father, we love you-"
"That is not how we begin our prayers." Primo dragged his nails over Terzo's hip and then sharply slapped his ass. "Again."
"Our… our father, who art in hell, un… ah…"
"Keep going."
"Unhallowed be thy name. Thy kin… kingdom… kingdom come. Thy will… oh… oh…"
"Fratellino."
"Thy will be done…"
Primo slammed himself particularly hard into Terzo, wringing a loud wail from his throat.
"Pathetic. Start over."
"Our father… who art in Hell… unhallowed… ah… unhallowed be thy na-name…"
"Don't stutter."
"Thy kingdo- Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done. On earth as it is in hell," Terzo managed in one breath, voice thin and desperate.
"Better."
"May my heart be as…"
"As..?"
"As yielding as water! My soul bend to you as the wheat in the fields bends to the fiercest winds…"
Terzo paused and squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the desk tightly. It was almost too much… His cock drooled lazily beneath him, pleasure fading to pain.
"Do you wish the begin again, fratellino?"
"I pray for thy eternal guidance…"
"Good. Finish."
"Until I take my place in hell… May… May each act on earth bring nothing but glory unto you."
"In the name of our unholy father, Star of the Morning…" Primo crooned, burying himself completely in Terzo's ass as he came.
"Ah… amen."
Terzo whimpered, shaking like a leaf. He groaned and squeaked as Primo pulled out, feeling his brother's hot spend drip out of him. Gentle hands caressed his back, and a tender kiss was pressed between his shoulder blades.
"You did well, fratellino."
Terzo just whined in response, laying his head quietly on the desk. Primo laughed softly, grazing his nails over Terzo's spine, watching him shiver.
"Still… there is much that could be improved. Return tomorrow, at sunset. We shall study more."