Riley forgot everything except for the moment, except for how it felt here pressed back against the couch and with Liam perched upon him, the freedom of mouth-- he forgot that he was a priest, anyone more than just Riley. They had shared too much for this to halt at this moment, and deep inside he knew that Liam needed this, needed the assurance of something good-- it was the promise of something deep and more.
More nuanced than even lust.
His fingertips slid up and down the spine while his mouth parted for Liam to enter, to taste his tongue, his mouth-- gods, whatever he wanted to consume. He was his in this moment, and perhaps he had always had been his and he just did not know it yet? It felt like fate that had drawn them together there in the confessional but weeks ago, and now they were here.
No, there was no way that Riley would fight this, not like had on the cliffs and there was signs inherent in the vibrations of his soul, that dare not disrupt this.
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More nuanced than even lust.
His fingertips slid up and down the spine while his mouth parted for Liam to enter, to taste his tongue, his mouth-- gods, whatever he wanted to consume. He was his in this moment, and perhaps he had always had been his and he just did not know it yet? It felt like fate that had drawn them together there in the confessional but weeks ago, and now they were here.
No, there was no way that Riley would fight this, not like had on the cliffs and there was signs inherent in the vibrations of his soul, that dare not disrupt this.