crowspace | God/Priest Shipping Meme

[Oh... now that he's been given permission to touch further, he wastes no time in doing so, carefully tracing the tips of his fingers against the other's bare skin. His touch is curious, though not quite with the intent of attempting to arouse, as Camazotz will be able to quickly tell: it's more like an affectionate sort of wonderment at being able to finally touch someone for himself.

He is however paying some amount of attention, watching for any signs that he's causing discomfort based on location and pressure he provides while moving his fingers over Camazotz chest, as well as what seems to be the most pleasing to his God so that he can focus more on that area as he speaks up.]

Are these muscles from your numerous accomplishments, or does it just come with the territory for being a God, to appear so strong like this...

[Camazotz is, at the very least, not shy about encouragement. He sighs in pleasure when Manjoume presses a bit more firmly.]

They are a record of my great deeds as a king.

[Manjoume nods, not at all surprised to hear that. There have been many stories of the God that's been told here among his followers, which are among the few things that Manjoume likes to actually pay attention to the most.]

They're amazing... I kind of wish I had more muscles like this myself.

[But Manjoume is probably the most pale twink here at this place, despite all attempts at trying to be anything else otherwise.]

You are not a warrior. There is nothing shameful in your body. In fact, it pleases me greatly.

[...And he'll demonstrate this by squeezing Manjoume's ass.]

[Manjoume honest to god squeaks and jumps slightly, face burning hotter than ever at the sudden squeeze to his ass.]

I, ah... th--thank you?

[He's so embarrassed and overwhelmed... but he likes the attention being given to his own body here. He likes having the others hands at his waist, even against his ass feeling him up here...

... Geez, maybe he is a pervert after all.]

[That reaction is too cute. Camazotz can't resist doing it again.]

Enjoying yourself?

[As Camazotz does it again, Manjoume ends up leaning harder against Camazotz here in response, hands gripping the other as if trying to find some kind of support to hide his face from view. He nods rather than attempting to answer with words.

He's pretty sure he wouldn't really have any good words to use if he tried anyway, it would probably just be awkward sounds if Manjoume used his voice right now anyway, because if he wasn't already hard before, he definitely is now by this point.]

[Oh, Camazotz has noticed, and it makes his grin widen. The hand that was squeezing his backside snakes around to his front, shamelessly rubbing.]

Offer your voice to me. Hold nothing back.

[Sure enough, he does let out a very loud moan in response to the hand rubbing the fabric against his cock, albeit he is quick to slap a hand over his own mouth and glance at the door.]

But--But what about, um, the rest of the people in the building right now? I don't want them to hear me.

You care more for their opinion than mine?

[Answer carefully.]

No, of course not!

[He almost, almost, manages to look offended that you'd even suggest that, sir.]

It's just that I, ah... don't want people finding and interrupting us when this is supposed to be our time alone together, you know?

[Sure, it would be kind of hilarious if someone did show up and their reaction was jealousy that someone like Manjoume was chosen by their God over anyone else, but... he can't deny that he's also a little selfish, and he wants to feel special. Like what they have is just for them and no one else's to get to witness or attempt to interfere in.]

Tch.

[A reasonable thing to do would be to let Manjoume be a bit quieter, or go over and lock the door. Camazotz waves a hand, and a stone pillar erupts from the floor to block the only exit from the room.

There. Now no one can interrupt them.]

[Well then. Manjoume can't help but stare a fair bit between the pillar, then Camazotz, then back at the pillar again.]

That's certainly one way to take care of things.

[... But it would be an absolute lie to say that it wasn't rad as hell to watch Camazotz do that, let's be real. He is very impressed.]

Have you any more complaints?

[Or can he get on with the ravishing now.]

... No, sir.

[Said sheepishly, gaze a little downcast. He can't help but feel like he might have disappointed his God in some way for being so concerned about what likely seems like a trivial matter to them.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was complaining.

Worry not. Your shyness is cute in its own way.

[It's definitely shyness that makes him not want to be witnessed, right? Right.

Now that they have that out of the way, Camazotz goes back to stroking Manjoume through his pants, grinning wickedly at every noise he can coax from him.]

[Camazotz's hands are on him again before he can potentially make a snooty remark on that comment about him being shy or cute. And honestly, a part of him appreciates that, because Manjoume is eager to get back to worshipping his God and vice versa.

As such, Manjoume takes a breath before he reaches his own hand forward to carefully touch Camazotz as well--he doesn't move his hand under the loincloth yet, but gingerly tries to feel the shape of Camazotz's cock through the fabric, attempting to copy the same pattern of movement and grip that Camazotz has above his own pants here.

One thing he is learning very quickly for certain is that Camazotz feels a lot bigger than he'd judge his own cock, which earns a very immediate flush of red up to his ears as he quickly glances up at the other's face to check and make sure that he's not doing a piss poor job at this.]

[He's doing just fine. Camazotz's eyes are heated, and his (very long, very flexible) tongue lolls to one side as he moves his hand more firmly.]

Good. Keep going, Manjoume.

[Camazotz does not often address people by name - in fact, this may be the first time Manjoume has heard it from him. Certainly the first time it's sounded so husky.]

[Hearing his name and approval sends a thrill of pleasure up Manjoume's spine as he confidently allows his touches to become more firmer, more intent that can be felt with his fingers. He wants to hear Camazotz say his name again--not just his last, but to potentially call him by Jun too with pride, like no one else ever has. And as he thinks that, there's a sudden thought that comes to mind, far more lewd than he'd like to admit to having, but one that can't be ignored as he thinks of how to worship his God.

Namely, that a proper worship should be on one's knees.

And so, after swallowing for a moment, he slowly makes to try to kneel down before his the other here, reaching to place his hands just at where the other's loincloth can be undone so that he can see and worship the other man with his mouth. But he doesn't just yet, not without his God's permission yet as he licks his lips.]

What about this? Is this... something that would bring you satisfaction, my lord?

Oh, yes.

[Camazotz's eyes are dark, and his loincloth is barely serving to cover him any longer. He threads a hand through Manjoume's hair, not holding or pulling, but encouraging.]

Worship me as you will.

[Manjoume has never actually done this before, but he's already been bold enough to bring himself this far, so he doesn't see a reason to back out now. Especially once Camazotz puts an encouraging hand in his hair, helping to steady him as he takes a breath to try to calm himself before pushing aside the other's loincloth so that he can be exposed to the other in all his glory.

For a second or two, he simply admires with his eyes, and then with a careful hand as he moves to curl his fingers around the other's cock properly now that there's no semblance of clothing in the way. He swipes his thumb momentarily against the head, and then settles his hand at the base before he finally swallows and leans forward. Camazotz's cock is brought against the seam of Manjoume's lips as he starts with butterfly kisses against the side, and then steadily up to reach the head, just barely pushing past his closed lips and touching the very tip of his tongue--it doesn't taste like much of anything yet aside from skin and maybe some salt, but still he glances upward momentarily to gauge the other's reaction to his ministrations so far.]

[It is pretty admirable, Camazotz agrees. And he knows Manjoume's inexperience, so he'd be surprised if he pushed himself too fast.

Even this boldness to already slip the tip into his mouth is a pleasant surprise. Camazotz pets Manjoume's hair with gentle affection.]

Good boy. Just like that.

[Given their close proximity, Camazotz will certainly be able to feel the pleased shiver that goes right through Manjoume here at the praise, trying to lean in closer to that hand in his hair as he closes his eyes and continues to give small licks and kisses against the other's cock, paying special attention to the head in general as he allows it to brush and dip in further past those lips centimeter by centimeter with each passing swipe of his tongue.

One could potentially label him as a damn tease for doing it slowly like this, but there's still that nervous thought lingering at the back of Manjoume's mind that he needs to be conscious of avoiding teeth, or that if he goes down too far too quickly he'll end up choking on it... then again, Camazotz might be into that, but. Well, he did say he wanted to worship his god and by god he sure is taking his time doing it, okay.]

[Camazotz would probably be into choking, but he does at least take good enough care of his favored priest not to do it on purpose.]

Don't be so shy. You can't hurt the great Camazotz even if you wished to.

[Perks of being a god: the ability to handle a bit of teeth. Though it also certainly helps that he enjoys a bit of pain anyway.]

[Manjoume is still a little nervous, but he does take that as his cue to try to take this further to the next level. So after he pulls back momentarily to catch his breath, the next time he leans in he goes to bring his mouth further down around the other man's cock, slowly gauging how much of Camazotz he can take into his mouth.

There's a brief momentary second of eye watering panic when it does end up hitting the back of his throat too quickly in his attempt here, causing him to pull off for a second to cough. But to his credit he goes back in to try again soon, this time stopping at a more comfortable spot.

His inexperience is certainly showing again as for a moment he kind of just holds it there in his mouth, a weight against his tongue, brow furrowed as he tries to figure out how to go about this next. He tries running his tongue against the underside and around the shape, a bit sloppy in his efforts before closing his mouth and swallowing around Camazotz cock momentarily when it feels like he's been generating a bit too much saliva from his work here.]

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i lost the voice but i decided i don't need to be perfectly ic for this it's fine

this is an au anyway so this means its our city now

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