︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂.

⠀ ⠀ ︎ ︎. . . in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God — this is your true and proper worship.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎;
𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖦𝗈𝖽.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
“.....” that tone sounds a little too soft for a person to call out the long forgotten name, the loathed one. “I wonder what it is about.”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

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part of this host body.
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, @repentative?
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

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we all know there have been only spiteful utterances coming out of him whenever Dominic is around. Those words were like nonexistent arrows coming through him unharmed. It leaves nothing on him. Lustful comments, however, might leave something that’s gonna burn every
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative Oh, is that so? Did you hear what you just said?

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

?

[𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒂𝒔. @repentative]

@devoteion on top of him, and stradle him between my thighs. I watched how the moonlight fragments casts upon his fair features, making them look delicate, how his chest rises slowly as he breathes. Then, as if uttering a prayer, I lean in to land a kiss against his soft, yet cold lips.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative You are oddly affectionate.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
The sweetest, the priest is. His heart flutters, he might want to just trap him in his embrace, showering him with pleasure and delight. But he learned through patience. Thus, he enjoys the one side attempt, as if he was a dead man.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
It intrigues him, how Ozias behaves unusually attracted to him, after all those loathe shown to him during the day. While he knows he hasn’t yet done anything to the priest, this might be the first time the dark haired man makes a move without his influence.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
He enjoys being that close to this priest, fond of the contradicting behavior he’s got whenever Dominic is around. Lies amuse him too.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
The demon remains asleep. He has been awake for hours; despite his azure beads aren’t exposed. His breathing sounds steady, as though he joined the priest in his dreamland. He planned to. He usually would slip into one’s dream, turning what’s dark into lustful red.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

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undergarment while he doesn’t seem like he could get off @repentative’s crotch.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

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He just couldn’t get his gaze, the one that’s quite inappropriate, off @repentative’s figure. Perhaps, Dominic was let to have his own time while the priest ignored him.
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

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becomes slightly hazy. He sniffs, inhaling the priest’s scent deeply to fill up his lungs. His head then tilts up, opening his mouth wide without taking the wide grin off his face. “Sure, you might get drowned with ecstasy, Father.” Dominic’s fingers run to the priest’s
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

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“This name is so popular.”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative You already did.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

I could hear your God sighed in disappointment.

[𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒂𝒔. @repentative]

@devoteion into his gut like a blade of guilt, and he’s forced to face the fact that his building arousal down there desired such a young soul for a moment. He isn’t even angry by what he said. What is he doing? He presses a palm to his face. “You’re ... so young. We can’t be doing this.”

[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
call guilt, it comes and goes when your heart can’t decide. Though, isn’t it too late to think about that now? He is indeed considered as young among his peers, but what would humans do about it? “You led me to your crotch and you said we can’t be doing this?”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
“...” he cocks an eyebrow, as though he was finding out something new and got confused for a moment, yet that doesn’t stay for long. Seconds later his body trembles from holding back his laughter. This priest is acting ridiculous. Dominic notices it might be what humans
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
He hums, as if contemplating other choices he could take to make things better, tries hard to portray how the priest’s late boyfriend [?] behave, but then a slight chuckle slips out of his mouth. He looks up, “Is it that hard to admit, aren’t I better?”
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[︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍͟𝐈𝐂. @devoteion]

@repentative ︎⠀
His face immediately gets squeezed in between the priest’s thighs, where he belongs. He didn’t spit out any complaints, his grin never fades. “Why do you ask?” he whispers, “You put me here, but you don’t seem to enjoy it..” it sounds like a genuine curiosity, almost.
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