pope crying and apologizing over and over while he fucks you bc it just makes him feel so guilty. you're so perfect in his eyes, too beautiful and good for someone like him. so, when he's buried deep inside he can get overwhelmed by it.
"fuck, m'sorry. i just- i can't stop. you feel so good," he chokes out through tears. he has you under him, his weight heavy on you while he hides his face in your hair and grinds his cock into you in small, desperate movements.
"it's okay, andrew," you whisper back, your legs wrapping tighter around him pull him deeper, "it feels so good for me too," the high-pitched breathiness in your tone is enough to make pope dizzy. he wants to cum so bad but he can't bring himself to pull out.
"i can't... i can't," he chokes out, hot tears stinging his eyes as he squeezes them shut. he feels hot all over.
"you can," you encourage, your mouth finding his and licking the tears that had spilled into the corners of his mouth. he shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut so he can't look at you.
"you can. please cum inside me. you make me feel so good," you whisper, whimpering and panting beneath him, "be a good boy, andy."
"ah, fuck!" he chokes out as his hips jerk suddenly and his orgasm washes over him. "i'm sorry, please i didn't mean to!" he sobs, the words slurring together, sick with shame and arousal as he fucks you through his orgasm
afterwards, he has to sleep on top of you all night, snuggling you close, occasionally whispering out more apologies as you praise him for how perfect he is for you <3
