Page 15 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
Joe’s lips were on Percy’s neck, kissing, sucking, biting, and Percy ground his dick up against Joe’s, fighting through the thin sweat pants that left nothing to the imagination. Percy reached down to stroke him and couldn’t believe his luck when his hand was caught and thrust above his head in a grip just as strong as his own. Joe’s full and glorious torso lengthened out along his, and his sweet breath declared, “Not this time.”
Percy obediently took a hold of the golden bars of his bedhead, while Joe ripped his belt open. He threw it to the floor, Percy's eyes following it with a regretful glance, but then Joe’s hands enclosed his whole against the metal, squeezing his knuckles until it was almost painful, and his cock thrust against Percy’s when he leaned down to kiss him. Joe shifted back with another graze of their dicks, then gazed up at the spectacular form before him. He ran his fingertips slowly along the pale underside of Percy’s arms, bringing his skin out in goosebumps. “You look…” Down over his pecs, his abs, to the button of his pants. He ripped it open, slid the zip down, and with two firm hands, pulled the lot below Percy’s hips.
Percy’s enormous dick sprang free and Joe let out a moan akin to that of a starving man being seated at the head of a king’s dining table. And no less did he act like it. He shot onelook of greedy desire straight into Percy’s amygdala, and set about devouring his feast.
Percy gripped the golden bars for dear life as Joe’s tongue ran from the base of his dick to the top, groaning with pleasure over his first ever taste of precum. He took Percy in his mouth and he went down like an expert. He’d been taught by the best, in theory, but this was… natural. The man loved dick, and he went to work on Percy like he was making up for a lifetime of lost cock.
Percy may have been more experienced, but he was no more prepared for the thrill of the thing than Joe had been. For months, Joe had been his single and all-consuming fantasy, until Percy had finally given up any hope this might ever happen. And now that it had, it exceeded all expectations.
Joe flicked his golden eyes up to watch Percy, and it was the hottest thing Percy had ever seen. He wanted Percy helpless, at his mercy—he wanted Percy to adore him, and that was the easiest thing in the world for Percy to give him.
Percy arched his hips forward, threw his head back, eyes rolling up into his skull to ride out the sensation. His fingers grasped the bars tighter as he tried to hold back, to last longer than Joe had, because this—it was his dream come to life. And Percy couldn’t stop himself saying it. “This is all I’ve wanted since I first saw you. I’ve dreamed about you so many nights. You’re too perfect.”
The smacking of Joe’s lips breaking their suction shocked Percy out of his ecstatic trance. Joe’s mouth was on his again, then he whispered, “I don’t want to stop.”
“Then, by all means, carry on.”
Joe’s hair dipped against his shoulder, and he let out a soft chuckle. “No, I mean… I want to… I want you to…”
Percy’s head snapped up off the pillow. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yep,” Joe squeaked.
“Ah, fuck.” Percy kissed him. “Fuck.” He kissed him again. “I don’t suppose you’ve been wearing anything, to, uh, train your ass for me?”
Joe pulled back. “What? No. No, I really hadn’t planned this.”
“Handsome, if I fuck you right now, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“But…” Like a lost puppy, only so sexy Percy was cursing their spontaneity.
“Look,” he kissed Joe’s cheek, “you might not like it, anyway. But if you want to try, it doesn’t have to be tonight. I’m here whenever?—”
“Do you like it?” Fiery golden eyes captivated Percy’s.
“What?”
Joe’s voice was molten. “Do you like being fucked, Percy?”
It shouldn't have been possible for Joe to get any sexier. Percy nearly shot his load then and there. “Everything’s in the bedside table. Let me show you?—”
Joe’s precious lips pulled back into a lascivious grin. “I think I can figure it out.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE PRIEST WHO FUCKED
It’s funny how people sometimes come to discover a skill or passion later in life. In much the same way, sex, it seemed, suited Joe. The more time he spent alone with Percy, the less nervous he became. In fact, with the endorphins raging through his brain, he’d forgotten just about everything else in his world. All horror and responsibility sat outside Percy’s church, and there, in his bed, everything was pure.
Percy was blissfully responsive. Where Joe’s tongue ran across the arch of his ribs, Percy tensed. Where Joe bit into his hip, Percy hissed through his teeth with a sound that slid across Joe’s back like a viper. He made Joe feel like he was doing everything exactly right, and he made Joe bolder with every encouragement.
Joe pulled open Percy’s bedside table drawer. In amongst papers, spare change, a copy ofThe Scarlet Letterthat Joe tried to ignore, lay a reel of condoms, stark, next to a tube of lubricant.
He ripped a condom off the long chain and threw it and the lubricant down on the bed. He’d messed around withcondoms, like any teenage boy. He knew how they worked in theory. How hard could it be?
Percy hadn’t moved, only rested a knee against Joe’s hip when he leaned over to retrieve the goods. He’d loosened his elbows, but his hands remained steadfast, just where Joe had put them.
Joe had seen the look in his eyes when he threw the belt down, and being determined this should be a night that would have him invited back soon, Joe snatched it up off the floor and was straddling Percy again.
