crowspace | God/Priest Shipping Meme

[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.]

[Manjoume's inexperience is obvious and pleasing. The thought that Camazotz is the only one that he's done this with - that he's wanted to do this with - coupled by his unpracticed and messy ministrations sends a heat through Camazotz's skin.

He groans, low and throaty, and strokes Manjoume's hair.]

Your mouth is a wonder, Manjoume.

[If it isn't obvious by now, Manjoume has a praise kink as he actually gives a muffled moan around Camazotz's cock in response to the compliment. Between that and the hand in his hair, he wonders vaguely if he might actually come with that alone while on his knees here.

But he has to--no, wants to please his God first before worrying about his own pleasure, which is the reason why he hasn't been touching himself yet while servicing Camazotz here. Instead he forces the hand not wrapped around the base of the other man's cock to stay curled in a fist against his thigh rather than indulge in the temptation of getting himself off since he does not have permission to do so yet in his mind.]

[Despite being a god, Camazotz is not a mind reader. Not that he needs to be one to tell how much Manjoume enjoys being praised, that much is obvious, nor to guess at why he leaves his own arousal untended.]

Good boy. Don't touch yourself - you may only come at the great Camazotz's hands.

[If he can be patient, he'll be rewarded for it.]

[He may be willing to follow his God's orders, but there is a limit to how patient he can be, given that Manjoume is still a hormonal teenager here after all. Maybe that's why, once Camazotz says that, he furrows his eyebrows again for a brief second before he seems to decide that he should try a slightly different tactic, pulling back and sucking hard at the head of the other man's cock, as if he thinks he can somehow get Camazotz to come faster if he tries to milk the other man's cock for all it's worth.

His actions are still pretty sloppy rather than anything with real finesse, what with the momentary scrape of teeth and a line of saliva running down past his lips where they're still connected to the cock in front of him, but Manjoume has long since stopped thinking about what he might look like or how sloppy he's doing this, focused only on the goal of trying to get his God to come. He tries to allow the other man's cock to go back down further in his mouth again once, just barely allowing the head to come in contact with his throat and holding it there, until his eyes begin to water from the strain and he tries to ease back, back to licking and sucking as hard as he can at the head.]

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[The way that Manjoume pushes himself to his limits to try to make Camazotz come is arousing to him, even if his technique itself is not exactly skills. Camazotz groans, hips beginning to quiver.]

Are you ready to accept my blessing?

[do you want to swallow. there is a correct answer.]

[Well, he can't really talk with his mouth full, Camazotz, that's just bad manners. But he does give a slight nod of his head that seems to be agreement when he his eyes flicker back up to look at the other's face in response.

He has no idea what to expect as far as taste or the like, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to make his God proud and accept his blessing, in whatever form that might be.]

[Given that he's a god, it could conceivably taste like anything-

But thankfully for Manjoume's tastebuds and his future expectations with other partners (if Camazotz ever lets him have other partners), when Camazotz tightens his grip on Manjoume's hair and comes, it tastes like Normal Human Come.]

Ahhh, Jun...

[Even if it is thankfully normal human come flavor that is still not a ringing endorsement, or at least it doesn't seem to be for the first few seconds when the other grips his hair and holds him still to accept it as he comes against his tongue.

Judging by the way Manjoume's eyes widen, it seems he might not be a fan of the taste, but he still swallows dutifully rather than attempt to spit it out, and once he does he breathes out a tired sigh as he finally lets Camazotz's cock slip free from his mouth. He tries to clear his throat for a moment before he speaks.]

Was... was that good?

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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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my internet ate my tag

its all good friend

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