Saintsmourn

[giveanything]

"Bless me father, for I have sinned," the words tumbled past his lips, ingrained in the well worn pathways of his memory from the years he'd spent in catechism and as an altar boy. Not that Liam was devout anymore -- how could he be, given what he'd become, given what he did and continued to do. The confessional booth was small and dark, light filtering in only dimly through the door and its screen that kept him hidden from the sanctuary beyond and from the priest he assumed would be on the other side.

"It has been... a very long time since my last confession."

What was he doing here? This was ridiculous. He couldn't possibly expect forgiveness and absolution. There had to be true repentance for that, real contrition, and Liam knew he couldn't manage either. He hated what he did, despised every moment of it, but he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. The price for disobeying was far too severe, and he would not be the one to pay it. The price for his disobedience and his failure would be paid by his brother, and he couldn't live with that.

So William had made his choice, made it again and again, putting that one life ahead of so many others. And oh he was good at what he did, talented at ruining people, in shattering whatever it was in a human being that kept their souls in place, until they were ready to throw it away. His watcher commended him for it, in a sick and sadistic sort of amusement.

Today's lost soul had been... fuck. It had been hard. She was young, barely nineteen, and her road had already been a hard one. He'd played the game with her for the past few weeks, insinuating darkness and doubt into the cracks of that already-battered soul. Today. Today she'd shattered, and there would be no recovering from it. Another soul for the demon who owned him.

He could feel the panic rising up in his chest, cold and hard and threatening to freeze his lungs so he couldn't draw in enough breath. In the dimness and silence of the confessional, all the carefully constructed walls and facades trembled and fell away. Gone were the easy smiles and quite literal devil-may-care attitude, all the charisma and charm that he relied on in his cursed excuse for a job. It was him and his breathing and the silence and the faceless priest in the chamber beside him. Liam wondered if he could hear the panic in his breathing.

"I... sorry. This was a mistake. I should go. I'm sorry, Father, for wasting your time."

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[eblouissant]

And conversely it was perhaps the opposite for Riley, it was easier for him to speak of feelings then of sexual matters like these, perhaps because he was someone who survived upon feelings-- he did not care much for meaningless experiences but this.. this had meaning, he knew he cared deeply for this man and that? Well that made it okay.

A finger slipped in at the please, still pink but trying to work with assiduous focus. Deep his finger spread into Liam, digit carefully sliding up against walls. He chanced a glance down at Liam, to check in for any sort of discomfort-- or even more importantly making sure that the other man's experience remained pleasurable with no memories coming into play of an earlier point in the evening.

[giveanything]

Liam had never been in love, so maybe it wasn't surprising that he didn't have that word to put to this, to what this feeling of being pulled into the priest's aura, straight into the heart of him, wanting to burrow into that warmth and light -- or well, wanting to but being certain that he'd only taint him if he allowed himself to get too close.

One night. That was all it could be. That mantra again, still trying to convince himself, to ignore the pang of loss at the thought.

It was easier to sink into the moment, into the way it felt as Riley's fingers worked him open. His eyes fluttered half shut, lips parting around a soft, encouraging sound. There was no discomfort, and everything about this was so different than Gregory, another universe away from it entirely. The demon was never concerned with Liam's comfort or pleasure -- well except when he wanted to make a point that he could make Liam 'enjoy' it -- only his own, was never careful or gentle with him.

He noticed Riley looking though, and smiled a hazy little smile at him. "It feels good."

[eblouissant]

The feeling was mutual, except Riley knew that it was love that he felt-- it felt delicate and beautiful; it was in those glimmering eyes that managed to speak to every part of his soul. So he allowed himself the opportunity to savor-- perhaps Liam may have wanted him more and more but Riley thought that this would be the only time so he desired to savor it. It was not just about making the other man fell pleasure, though it was also his main goal.

Deeper his finger surged within, and then another to join it.. starting to fuck him in earnest while he pressed opened mouth kisses against that smile, he wanted to inhale him until he came apart.

No confessions of love, but he felt it and it radiated deep within even as he angled his fingers to press upon that spot.

[giveanything]

Liam would figure it out. He was a reasonably intelligent man, and he'd fallen so completely for Riley that it would be painfully obvious when he allowed himself to consider it. Right now though thinking beyond the immediate moment was impossible. His entire world had been distilled down to the space that existed between him and his priest.

His back arched as those fingers went questing and found their quarry. He moaned a husky, breathy sound to that kiss, his hands sinking into Riley's hair, gripping at soft blond tresses as he leaned up to try to devour his lips entirely.

[eblouissant]

In the heat of the moment there were no time for thoughts, only for things that were tactile and it did not even matter that those things twined in deeply with feelings when left unchecked. The pleasure overtook the two of them, in the way that he touched those spots, in the press of his mouth to Liam's-- the sweet taste of kiss as he opened his mouth for Liam to do his own plundering, to know him just as intimately.

Gods, he would let Liam eat him whole.

Now he did not rely sight and it all clicked back into forcus.

Establishing a rhythm as his own hips rolled in anticipation of what was coming sooner rather than later, it guided his own hand and gave the other man the barest tease, a pre-determination of how their bodies would roll together like waves crashing into shore.

[giveanything]

Liam was quite eager to do just that, to let his tongue slip past Riley's lips, to taste him properly, to learn the heat of that mouth against his own. Oh he wanted to devour him entirely, drink him in like fresh, clear water. This beautiful man who had for some reason looked long enough in his direction to lead them here.

He would consider it a miracle, perhaps, temporary and ephemeral as it was, it was precious, and for a moment -- for a night, even if no longer than that -- it was his.

Another whimper caught in his throat as those fingers pressed deep inside him, as Riley half rocked against him. He broke from those lips with a gasp for breath, eyes hazed in pleasure and lust and love so startling and strong it was going to shatter him to pieces. "I need you now, Riley."