➷ church

I don't know about him, but I definitely see a needy before me.
-he is definitely amused by your forceful actions, a salacious grin falls upon his mouth as his chin lifted upwards, eyes glistening with lustful sparks. his skillful hands doesn't waste a single second to undo your pants, teeth biting on the zipper sliding it down. it was his turn to roughly pull the pants down along with your underwear, the restrictive fabric pooling around your ankles.
please, let me your mouth.
-he corrected squeezing your asscheeks firmly.
say it.

what is he gonna do if i keep lying? call me a sinner?
he stops in front of you, gazing down with an amused smirk tugging up the corner of his lips. a finger rests under your chin, tilting it up as he in a soft breath. he moves his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs lightly caressing at your skin before he yanks you forehead, pressing you against the crotch of his pants.
hey. lemme your mouth.

please, sweetheart, stop lying in front of the lord, at least. you came specifically here because you wanted it.
-he dropped on his knees, uncaring of the dirty floor that had collected dust after several months of neglect, the stale air perforated by the subtle scent of raspberry as you approach towards him.

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if i give in too quickly, you'll definitely get too smug about it-
he glances around the empty room before folding his arms across his chest.
you can kneel for me here. now. this is a place of worship, after all.

well?
-he feigned a yawn, squashing his cheek against his palm.
getting tired of waiting now? haven't you had enough of the taunting prologue?

taps my chin in mock contemplation.
you know, i've never tried that before but using you as my seat seems pretty fitting. i'm in.

the transaction is as simple as it gets, princess. I get on my knees for you and you'll sit on my face after.

does that mean you’ll get on your knees for me if i offer my for your suffocation needs later? i like to know the full details of transaction.

*pride

if you wanted to see me on my knees, you could have just asked. price never gets in my way if I get what I want, eventually.

pockets his phone with a soft tsk, moving away from his hiding spot.
i thought that was a pretty good cover. and, please. i wanted to see what you looked like on your knees.

-he sneered at the ridiculous response. getting off his knees, seating himself on the steps of the podium instead staring at the familiar intruder.
missed me too much, princess?

cups my hands over my mouth.
it’s god-

-looks over my shoulder.
who goes there?

records from behind the altar.

god...
-he uttered, his voice echoing within the void. staring up at the colossal pillar upholding the illustrious mural ceilings overhead. at the center of the aisle, he walked as quietly as his huge muscled body would permit him.
..I know, we have had such an antagonistic history. mostly because I was a skeptical little prick but give me chance, you know. a little swish of your sacred hand should provide me with what I need. a bottom, literally speaking.
-he slowly sunk onto his knees, hands pressed together and fingers interlaced in front of his chest.

@ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ the arboreal viper smiled at you heart swelling in adoration as you fuss over him. taking your hand to give a gentle squeeze, he presses his forehead against your knuckles in reassurance. "i will. i promise." pavel smiled before he moved to step away. looking around the church walls and the surrounding. and for a while. he thought he found nothing--until the viper closed his eyes and took notice of a heat signature in the sky, leading to the church's rafters. bats. if bats could find a way inside, pavel could as well. after a while of making a quick assessment of his surroundings, the viper returned to you. slipping off the cat ears before he began taking off his clothes as well. "there is an opening on the roof somewhere, and a tree that i can climb to reach it. hold on to these for me please, baby?"

@ᴘᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴘʜᴏᴏᴍ ᵛᶦᵖᵉʳ as you move to adventure forth, as you move to just be a few feet away from him, fear quickly overwhelms his senses, and he hurriedly moves through the natural debris, taking your hand from behind as a method of reassurance. “b-be careful, please…”

@ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ there was certainly a problem if the lights of the church were all off--could they have boarded the doors? locked it so no soul, mortal, hybrid, or not, could enter in the house of god? pavel bit back a small laugh before he glanced iver rhe church. "let me go around and see if there is a back way in?"

@ᴘᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴘʜᴏᴏᴍ ᵛᶦᵖᵉʳ “pavel,” he says in a whisper, glancing over his shoulder to look at you properly. “i think we’re here. but the lights are all off.” he has a concerned look across his face, trying to peek inside through the stained glass windows, trying not to catch the line of sight from anyone possibly inside. “do you, um, have any ideas?”

@ᴅᴀᴄʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ Sunggyu normally didn't like venturing out in the cold for anything, but he had run out of wine at home and felt justified enough to run down to the convenience store to procure a cheap bottle. He tried to walk as fast as possible but the cold still seeped deep into his aching bones even though he was bundled up in a thick jacket over his sweater and had the wherewithal to wear gloves, too. It was because of his mission - his single-minded determination for a warm belly full of wine - that he didn't notice the man coming out from the church. The collision sent Sunggyu slipping across the icy sidewalk, but he managed to catch himself and turned toward the stranger. If it had been anyone he knew, he might have cursed them out, but Sunggyu was - thankfully for Dacre - fiercely polite to people he didn't know well.

"It's okay." Sunggyu assured him and held up his gloved hands placatingly, a smile half hidden behind his scarf at the man's accent. He dipped into a full, respectful bow before straightening back up. "Do you speak Korean?"

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sleepy...

slips into the church, seeking refuge from the rain as he allows his wings to dry once more, laying towels around him to seep up the water dripping from the feathers.

@ᴋɪᴍ sᴜɴɢɢʏᴜ ᵏᵘᵐᶦʰᵒ Dacre was walking down from the catholic church steps at about 6:39 pm with a grim look on his face. He's so engrossed in his own though process, he crashed into someone else walking by on the sidewalk. "Oh-!" He speaks without thinking, in English;"I'm sorry!" Arms reach out unconsciously as if to steady the man he'd ran into headlong, but it was not needed. The thought came moments after, right, Korean. He corrected himself."Joesonghamnida.." It was said slower, and took some concentration, but it was clearly rushed to not hold the stranger up.

sits in here closing my eyes to give my daily prayers

takes a seat on an empty pew, letting his wings out to their fullest as he just relaxes.

Oh? /perches up on the sermon's post
did you get lost here, little one?

oh! what is this place?