Liam looked up at Riley like the other man was some revelation, some glimpse at a paradise that he never expected to see. And here it was, looking down at him in a way that Liam was certain that no one had ever looked at him, was certain that he did not even remotely deserve. But deserve or not, he had it and he let himself take it in fully.

His back arched as that hand wrapped around his prick, and his lips parted around a breath entirely too overcome to even manage sound, a silent moan, his own unspoken amen to that prayer that Riley was making of this. Of him.

His hands ran up the priest's back, up to sink into his hair as Riley hid his face against his neck. The leg hooked around the other man's hip tightened, moving with him, urging him on as they found a rhythm of each other's body.