Page 16 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
What the fuck was he doing?
Who the fuck cared?
That black belt was wrapped around Percy’s wrists within seconds, fastening him to the bedposts the same way Joe would have wrapped a possessed man. If it was too tight or too loose, Percy made no protest. Like with every other movement of the night, he let Joe be.
Joe got straight back to his dick. He had to have it in his mouth, had to hear Percy’s breaths peak and break that way they did. Had to see him watching, restrained, his muscles fighting the belt, that black leather against his skin.
Percy was strong, so strong, and Joe loved that about him. He was all muscle, and Joe couldn’t believe this was it. This was the man he was going to lose his virginity to.Tonight.
There was no guilt in the decision. Not then and there in the heat of the moment. It felt right, and good, and Joe believed with every fibre of his being that he was no better a priest for living in ignorance. If he was making a mistake, then so be it. That’s the very point of forgiveness, isn’t it? But life, to Joe, just then, was too beautiful for him to believe anyone was ever supposed to deny themselves something like that.
Joe’s tongue slid over the slit of Percy’s cock and traced a line up over his abs that were so defined, he felt every rise and dip. The salty taste of Percy’s skin was heaven to him. Thesmell of Percy—not of his perfume, just ofhim, that Joe had daydreamed about—nearly overwhelmed him, and his hand reached across for the condom.
“You’re not going to take that away from me already, are you?” Percy’s grin was sly, and he tilted his head back with a movement that begged for Joe’s dick in his mouth.
“I can’t. I won’t last.”
A littlehumpfescaped his lips. “Fine. But you remember for next time.”
Next time.
They had another date already. More or less.
With a heart almost as full to bursting as his dick felt like it was, Joe ripped the condom packet open. And it was simple. He slid the thing over his dick and right to the base. Done. He was proud he’d made it look easy.
He took the lube up.Fuck.“Um. How much?”
“Never enough, handsome. Just really squeeze it out.”
“Okay.” And so he did. And it seemed like way too much. And he looked at the cold mound of gel on his hand and felt his confidence ooze out in just the same way the lube had.
But Percy, as elegantly as ever, had him. “Kiss me.” Joe leaned his body out long, over Percy’s, and did as instructed. Percy, wrists bound, held him there with just his lips. “Move your hand down.” Joe did, while Percy kissed him again, and he didn’t know what sort of mess he was making as he sank his fingers down, but Percy didn’t let him think about it.
When Joe found the right spot, Percy gave the sort of sigh that couldn’t possibly be misunderstood. Percy kept him, and Percy let him explore. And Joe found, when he edged slightly in, then out, ran his finger around, Percy’s kisses increased their urgency. And so Joe did exactly that. He teased his hole. He ran his finger softly around the rim, then firmly. He sank that finger deeper in and out, and he didn’t need to be told when to add the next one. He fell into the rhythm of Percy, into therhythm that had been within himself all that time, desperate to break free. And Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d felt that competent, that capable, aswanted, as he did with Percy.
Joe fucked Percy with his fingers, craving more of him, of his groans and gasps, desperate to give Percy the orgasm he had no idea he was fighting off with everything he had. He needed his dick inside that perfect ass like he needed air, and when he paused and searched Percy’s eyes, the nod came as easily as everything else had that night.
He slathered his dick and pressed against Percy. Percy’s muscular legs lifted, shifted over Joe’s hips, and the first blissful inch sank deep.
“Oh fuck,” Joe rasped.
Percy’s laugh was loving, and his gaze was all affection.
Joe took a hold of his waist, dug his fingers into the flesh he’d coveted for so long, and he pressed himself deeper.
Nothing had prepared him for the heat. The tight, hot pressure. It was, easily, the greatest feeling on earth. Percy bucked his hips and Joe’s mouth dropped open as his dick sank that touch deeper. “Percy.”
Percy did it again, and Joe doubled over with a shudder, clasping his restrained biceps.
“Enjoying yourself?” That grin just about tipped him over the edge.
Joe pulled himself together. He wrapped his fingers around Percy’s shoulders, and he pressed himself in. Percy shuffled his hips again, and before he knew it, Joe’s dick was sunk all the way to the hilt. There were no words for it. He slid back and, slowly, gave himself the pleasure of the movement once again. And again. And he was sure this was never going to be enough. This wasn’t a one-time thing. He was a priest who was never going to live with celibacy again.
At least not as long as he had Percy.
Percy’s legs tightened around him, and Joe hoped Percywouldn’t mind, but the urge took him, and he pulled the belt loose from Percy’s wrists. He was gorgeous—spectacular—all sex, done up like that. But Joe wanted those arms around him, and Percy obliged. His fingertips ran deep into Joe’s hair. He forced Joe’s lips to his. Percy’s body wrapped him in an unbreakable knot, and in that cocoon, Joe made love to him. Whatever that was, whatever it could be called, Percy was Joe’s soul and salvation that night, and he disappeared into Percy, even as Percy seemed to be the missing piece of the half-person he’d always felt he was.
Percy took Joe’s hand from his cheek, down to his dick, and Joe worked it. He fucked Percy’s ass and claimed Percy’s dick as his own. Percy watched him, eyes locked onto his, and something in that strong brow twitched. Percy’s lips parted and the most alluring grunt slipped free, which Joe followed with his own on a chest-full of breath.
