But when I get my chance, I swear I'll fuck you right

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/57940435.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band)
Relationship: Choi Beomgyu/Choi Yeonjun
Characters: Choi Beomgyu, Choi Yeonjun
Additional Tags: Catholic Beomgyu, Priest Yeonjun, Homophobia, Internalised
Homophobia, Manipulation, boypussy Beomgyu, fucking with the cross,
pussy eating, Fucking, Explicit Sexual Content, Spanking, Dacryphilia,
pain play, innocent beomgyu, non-con, dead dove do not eat, Pussy
Spanking, closeted gay beomgyu, Squirting, Overstimulation, Bottom
Choi Beomgyu, Top Choi Yeonjun, smutfic, Plot What Plot/Porn
Without Plot, PWP, Degradation, little bit of praise somewhere
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-08-05 Words: 4,995 Chapters: 1/1
 But when I get my chance, I swear I'll fuck you right
by V_for_violet

Summary

Beomgyu getting fucked with a cross in a church... by priest Yeonjun

Notes

💗🌸
Hi guys! Im back with a ddne fic cause some anon pissed me off and im petty like that so
here's my first smut fic!! Enjoy!!

See the end of the work for more notes

To see the world in a grain of sand

And heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour

-William Blake’s Poem Auguries of Innocence.

“We have given God countless reasons to not love us, but none of those have ever changed
his mind”, Beomgyu's mother would often tell him, “For his compassion overweighs his
wrath”

Ever since he was little, Beomgyu was raised Christian and went to Protestant style Sunday
school. When he was little, around the age 6, he used to hear his parents and other grown-ups
talk about men and women and marriage, and how he'll “understand when he's older”, and
frankly, he didn’t really give it much thought because he thinks girls are icky anyway, so who
cares. What’s really important is cartoon marathons and finding ways to finagle toys from
adults.

Then he's 10, or maybe 11, and in all the shows he watches, boys and girls are trying to ‘get’
each other. He doesn't really understand this whole dynamic, but it makes him a little
uncomfortable that he don’t care for the girls very much. He's more interested in the boys (or,
realistically, the 20-something-year-old men playing them).

Beomgyu's very uncomfortable at school. Because what all the other boys only ever seem to
talk about are boobs. What’s that about? Maybe he's broken somehow?

And maybe around this time, he starts hearing other kids throwing words around, like “gay”,
like “faggot”, like “homo”.

He wants to ask someone about this, but his parents are really uptight about all the boy-girl
business as it is. And his dad in particular gets really worked up whenever anything to do
with sex or dating comes up… so asking them would probably be a bad idea.

Maybe thinking about other guys is like having a cold? Maybe it’ll pass on its own, if he just
drinks lots of fluids?

Then later, when he's properly in his teens (and nope, turns out liking men is nothing like the
cold), it’s like he knows what “gay” really means (or he thinks he does at the time anyway).

It’s like there are other kids at his high school who are gay - usually because some asshole
outed them or branded them as such. But Beomgyu’s too scared to talk to them because then
he'll get (even more) ostracized.

And they’re not really like him anyway - he doesn't wear black nail polish to class or wear a
whole cosmetics department in his hair… he just likes boys. So where does that leave him?

“Be careful my love”, Beomgyu's mother would say to him, while gently carding her fingers
through his hair, “For the devil can hear your prayers too. He doesn't always come dressed up
in horns and a pitchfork. Sometimes he comes in the shape of everything you've ever wanted”

As a child, and going into his late teens, Beomgyu would occasionally wake up in a delirious
state with the most intense confusion and unimaginable terror that was linked to a feeling of
an eternity.

Sometimes only one episode would happen in a year, especially later in life, but it would
cause so much fear that he would have anxiety about it happening again every night for an
entire year until it happened again.

He would not wish that feeling on his worst enemy… he believes it's linked to the concept of
hell and an eternity of pain, and this was something he subconsciously linked to himself, as
he was conditioned to feel like a bad person growing up.

Whenever someone from his school did a particularly bad deed, his teacher would ask, “are
you not afraid of hell?”

Beomgyu has thought about that question a lot. And he's come to the conclusion that yes, he
is scared of hell.

Hell is the scariest place to ever be to him. Even his father is scared of Hell, yet they try their
best to read and follow. Beomgyu doesn't want to end up in Hell. If he does, he will be there
for eternity. He will suffer forever. There would be fire and pain and suffering and non-stop
torture.
“This is not to make you scared but to tell you that Hell is real, and the world will tell you
otherwise”, his father would remind him time and time again.
It is crazy to think that if he dies right now… he won’t be making it to Heaven. Isn’t that not
scary enough? Eternal punishment for the wicked and people who chose how they wanted to
live and did not repent, and ask for forgiveness. Sin is so important in God’s eyes that it's
same reason why we die.
His brother told his family about something his teacher said to him. He said “I don’t care
where I go, I will have friends to talk to either way.”
That makes Beomgyu sad. The fact that he does not care if he burns in the Lake of Fire.
Sounds so unreal.
People tend to always think bad things are cool or cute. Wearing red horns won’t do you any
good. He's not saying that if you put red horns then you're going to perish!; No! He's saying
that you need to be careful in what you do. You will be held accountable for everything you
do on Earth. The good and the bad, and everything in between.
If you did something, ask for forgiveness and try to repent/ try not to do it again. God will
forgive you and let that sin sink to the bottom of the sea. He wants to forgive us for our
wrongdoing. But you have to ask for forgiveness and try not to do it again.
That's why Beomgyu is here. On a Thursday afternoon standing outside the church, all
washed up and pristine.
He's here to repent. He'll seek forgiveness, pray, and never think about boys again. He doesn't
want to be a bad person in God's judgement. He doesn't want to go to hell.

Beomgyu walked alone into the empty church, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden
pews beneath him. The sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows cast colorful
shadows on the floor, but his gaze was instantly fixed on him - the young man kneeling in
prayer, his head bowed in reverence.

Beomgyu's heart raced as he took in the sight of him, his broad shoulders, his dark hair, his
hands clasped together in devotion. He felt a pang of guilt for admiring him in this sacred
space, but he couldn't help himself.

Stupid Beomgyu, stupid Beomgyu, when will he ever learn? He took an oath before coming
her for God's sake! He swore to never look at a man that way ever again. What's taking over
him now?

As the raven haired man rose to his feet, his eyes met Beomgyu's, and he felt a jolt of
electricity run through him. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the
silence of the empty church.

Beomgyu looked away, his face burning with shame. What was he doing, lusting after
someone in the house of God? But as he glanced back, he saw the man smile, and his heart
skipped a beat.

The stillness of the church seemed to vibrate with tension as they stood there, just two of
them in the vast, empty space.

Beomgyu tried to push all the impure thoughts aside and to distract himself from the very
handsome stranger in front him. His feline gaze seemed to pin him on the spot and it was
getting increasingly difficult to get a move on.

He approached the confessional booth, his heart heavy with guilt. He hadn't been to
confessional in years, but the shame he felt for his attraction to the young man in the pew had
become too much to bear.

As he entered the booth, he saw him sitting on the other side of the screen, his eyes cast
downward. Beomgyu took a deep breath and began.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been...a long time since my last confession."
"Welcome" he said, his voice gentle. Beomgyu would gladly drown in it. "Tell me, what
brings you here today?"

Beomgyu hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "I...I have impure thoughts, Father. I'm
attracted to men."

The silence on the other side of the screen was palpable. Beomgyu felt a surge of fear,
wondering if he had made a terrible mistake.

Beomgyu dared to look up and his breath hitched. The man had a rather … sinister smile on
his face. A razor sharp grin that didn't quite match the gleam in his eyes. Or maybe it did.

But then, he spoke. "Go on, continue."

Beomgyu took another deep breath. "I saw you in the pew, and...I couldn't help myself. I felt
drawn to you, and I feel so ashamed."

The screen creaked as he leaned forward. "Oh? Is that so?," he said, his voice filled with
something unsettling. "You are not a good person for feeling like that, you know”.

Tears sprang to his eyes as he heard his words. Beomgyu knew this all too well.

"Im well aware of that, Father," he whispered, feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders.

The man's eyes gleamed with intensity as he leaned forward, his voice taking on a
conspiratorial tone. "Come on now, I know you're hiding something from me. Something
that's been eating away at your soul."

Beomgyu shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a sense of unease wash over him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Father," Beomgyu said, trying to sound convincing.

The priest's expression turned stern. "Don't lie to me, Beomgyu. I can see the guilt written all
over your face. Is it...is it about your feelings towards men?"

Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat as he felt a wave of panic wash over him. How did he know?
He had just met him!

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," Beomgyu repeated, trying to sound firm.

But the man just smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "Don't play dumb, Beomgyu. I know all
about your...tendencies. And I'm here to tell you that they're sinful. You'll be punished for
them, unless you confess and seek forgiveness."

Beomgyu felt a chill run down his spine as the man's words dripped with malice. He was
trapped, and he knew it.

"Fine," Beomgyu said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I...I have… slept… with men."
The man's expression turned triumphant. "Ah, I knew it. And now, you must face the
consequences of your sin. You'll need to seek counseling to rid yourself of these...unnatural
desires."

His eyes seemed to bore into Beomgyu's soul as he continued, his voice dripping with
condemnation. "You must renounce these sinful desires, Beomgyu. They are a corruption, a
stain on your soul. If you do not, you will face eternal damnation."

Beomgyu looked down at his hands and gripped his knees hard, “ and how do I get rid of
these unholy thoughts, father? They seem to follow me wherever I go”.

“Yeonjun”

Huh? Beomgyu looked up confusedly at the man.

“Call me Yeonjun”.

As Beomgyu gazed up at the stained glass windows, his eyes fixed on him - the handsome
young man -yeonjun- sitting across the pew, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft,
colored light. Oh, Beomgyu's heart hurt.

“Yeonjun”, Beomgyu tested the name on his tongue out loud. It felt nice. But it shouldn't feel
nice.

But shame quickly followed, like a whispered rebuke from the shadows.

“Beomgyu”, Yeonjun continued, his tone saccharine sweet, “there's one thing you can do to
permanently rid yourself of thoughts like those”.

Beomgyu's heart fluttered? There was a way? Certainly his parents must have talked about it
already if there was. But they don't know that their son is gay, so maybe they never felt the
need to?

Either way. Beomgyu will take anything. He's willing to do anything to make up for his sins.

“What is it, Yeonjun?”, Beomgyu asked, his voice laced with desperation, “I'll do anything”

Yeonjun stood up and walked over to him, holding out his hand for Beomgyu to take.
Beomgyu hesitated for a second but gave in right after. Yeonjun's hand was warm. His touch
burning him where their hands were connected. It shouldn't feel like that.

Yeonjun led him to the altar. And made Beomgyu stand, facing the altar and his back to
Yeonjun. What was he doing?

Yeonjun's hand slipped out from his own and Beomgyu felt disappointed for a second. Only
for a second though because now his hand was firmly grabbing his waist. What in the world
was happening??

But he kept his mouth shut. Yeonjun probably knew better than Beomgyu ever would.
One hand stayed on his waist while the other hand moved to his back. And then came this
gentle pressure on the small of his back, making him bend over onto the altar.

Beomgyu's ears burned with shame, “Yeo- Yeonjun, what is happening”, now fully bent over
the altar, his ass up and face squished into the hardwood furniture, Beomgyu's heart started
beating at an unforgiving pace. The position was oddly familiar and it was making his insides
twist in a weird way. Good type of weird. It shouldn't be that way.

“Beomgyu”, Yeonjun whispered close to his ear, his hot breath sending shivers down
Beomgyu's spine, “ did you know that The Holy Cross is the emblem of salvation and
reversal of fortune: from the tree of shame to the tree of life?”

Beomgyu knows that. But what does it have anything to do with him right now?

All of a sudden, there's hands everywhere. Yeonjun's fingers are on his shirt, hurriedly
unbuttoning it and ripping it off in a flash. Beomgyu inhales sharply as the cold air hits him
and he shivers.

“Yeonjun, whats the meaning of all this?”, Beomgyu is panting now, cheeks flushed red.
Yeonjun doesn't answer. Instead, he rips his pants off in one smooth motion. Beomgyu lets
out an audible gasp. He's naked and bent over in the house of God. What is happening??

Yeonjun throws away his pile of clothes somewhere aside. And leans over to whisper in ear
once more, “You have committed great crimes Beomgyu. And God has sent me as your
punishment”, his hand snakes down his naked spine, pressing into the knobs and making heat
coil in Beomgyu's stomach. He still doesn't get what's happening. And most importantly,
why.

Yeonjun answers right then, “You will be punished Beomgyu. Right here. Right now. By me.
And only when you have atoned for your sins, I shall purify you”.

Beomgyu doesn't know what to do. He feels like crying. If he's being purified, then why does
he feel so … dirty? Humiliated? And why is he feeling tingly all over? Why does it feel
good?

Yeonjun's hand curls around his throat and Beomgyu's breath comes in shallow gulps. His
vision goes hazy and he feels light headed like he's high. Yeonjun pulls out something from
his pocket and thrusts it into Beomgyu's face.

What even is that? Beomgyu struggles to focus, but when he does, he's awestruck. It's a
cross. But not just any cross. This one is special.

Its gold-plated surface is glinting in the light. There's filigree adorning its arms, intricate
patterns of twisted metal and a large, flawless diamond gleaming at the cross's center,
surrounded by a halo of smaller, equally brilliant stones. Every inch of the cross seemed to be
covered in some form of ornate decoration, from the tiny, etched scenes of biblical figures to
the delicate, curved lines that seemed to shift and shimmer in the light.

“How did it feel?”, Yeonjun asks.

Huh? How did what feel? Beomgyu's brain is a mush right now. Its hard to make sense of
anything. Yeonjun seems to understand that too, so he loosens his hold on his throat. Now
Beomgyu can breathe a little better and his head feels clearer and thoughts much more
coherent.

“How did it feel when you slept with a man?”

Beomgyu feels his heart plummet to his feet. Does he really have to say it out loud. Didn't he
confess already? Was this really necessary?

“It felt… good”, Beomgyu managed to get out. What else was he supposed to say?

“You've been a bad, bad boy, beomie”, Yeonjun says that just as the cross that was previously
in his face, is brought down to harshly hit him on the ass. Beomgyu yelps and tried to move
but Yeonjun's grip on him is unforgiving.

“Nu-uh-uh, Beomgyu. You're not going anywhere. You have to take your punishment. How
else will you atone for your sins? If you don't do that, im afraid I won't be able to purify
you”, Yeonjun says with mock innocence as his hands rubs soothingly on his burning skin.

Beomgyu feels like crying. If someone had told him beforehand, that this was ought to be his
punishment, he would have never looked at a boy. He would never slept with a man. He
wouldn't have sinned.

Because this was confusing. He was naked in such a holy place, with a person of faith over
him, to whom he was very much attracted to, who was punishing him by spanking him with a
cross. He couldn't believe it was happening.

“How much”, Beomgyu sobbed. He just wants it to be over.

Yeonjun's eyes glint dangerously, “Count to ten and your punishment is over”

Beomgyu is beyond mortified. But he's relentless. He needs to get through with this. And so
it begins.

Yeonjun brings down the heavy piece of wood every time Beomgyu counts a number. There's
red blooming across his ass cheeks in the shape of the crucifix. The milky skin covered in
bruises that are beginning to brand into his skin permanently.

This, is his salvation.

There's tears running cheeks, eyes red rimmed from crying. He's sobbing uncontrollably,
chest heaving up and down, a red flush going down to his peaked nipples. And Yeonjun is
loving all of it. The way his voice trembles when he counts “six”, the way his body is burning
hot, hands shaking, voice cracking. Yeonjun loves all of it.

“Nine”, Beomgyu cries out as Yeonjun brings down the cross in a particularly harsh strike.
The smooth unblemished skin instantly blooms red, the cross printed prettily on his ass.
Beomgyu is crying non-stop. Trembling from head to toe as Yeonjun caresses his back, his
shoulders and the patch of skin where he just hit, “This is the last one, Beomgyu. Shhhhh.
Just the last baby. Count for me one more time hmm?”.

This is another type of humiliation, to be honest. One that Beomgyu has never felt before.
Yeonjun simply holds him down and gives it to him however he wants and Beomgyu can't do
anything but take it. The shame of it burns so sweetly that he can't help but like it. He
shouldn't like it.

Beomgyu just nods dumbly in return. Mumbling a barely there “tuh-ten”.

The last strike comes down hard. Yeonjun watches in sick satisfaction as the cheeks jiggle
from the force. Beomgyu scream dissolves into low whines. There's snot running down
Beomgyu's nose, he's a complete mess and Yeonjun loves it.

Beomgyu turns around as soon as it's over, standing up and wiping away at his eyes as the
tears still stream down his face. He's wiping furiously but attaining nothing, so Yeonjun
moves forward and takes his shaking hands, gently into his own. And peppers kisses on his
clenched fists as Beomgyu watches him in wonder.

He's surprisingly gentle compared to a few minutes prior. He's smiling softly like this is an
everyday work and maybe it is. Maybe he purifies faggots everyday. Who knows. But
Beomgyu swears he sees a halo around him and he swears he feels all the pain numb way.

Yeonjun smiles up at him gently and caresses his cheek tenderly. Beomgyu's heart skips a
beat. There's fluttering in his chest. And there's warmth between his legs. What is this
feeling?

It sinks in, lust.

Oh.

He almost forgot. Yeonjun has yet to purify him of these unholy thoughts. Stupid Beomgyu,
stupid Beomgyu, what was he thinking?

“Yeo-”, Beomgyu's voice cracks horribly mid-way. It's embarrassing. Even more so when
Yeonjun lets out a laugh. A hearty one that resonates to the far corners of the empty church.
Beomgyu hates himself for finding it endearing.

Beomgyu clears his throat and continues, “Yeonjun, will you purify me now?”.

Yeonjun feels his pants tighten at that. Fuck. Beomgyu is too innocent for his own good. He's
looking at him right now with puppy-doe eyes, completely oblivious of the fact that the
spanking he just received was for nothing but Yeonjun's own sick, twisted fantasies.

Taking Beomgyu's chin in his hand, he tilts the boys face upwards, towards himself, “what
did I tell you about the cross, Beomgyu?”.

Beomgyu thinks back to what Yeonjun told him earlier, “that The Holy Cross is the emblem
of salvation and reversal of fortune: from the tree of shame to the tree of life?”.
“Correct! You're so smart Beomie”, Yeonjun exclaims with a tone that doesn't sit right with
Beomgyu. Yeonjun may be attractive, but he's unsettlingly… he makes Beomgyu wanna run
away. To get as far away as possible.

“Lay back down for me beautiful”, Yeonjun croons as he pushes Beomgyu to lay down on
the cold hardwood surface. Beomgyu's ass aches and he hisses because of the uncomfortable
sensation it creates.

Beomgyu gasps out as Yeonjun's hands start running up and down his exposed legs, fingers
digging into the soft flesh on his thighs. He's so so sensitive that even the slightest touch has
him reeling. He feels delirious and hot all over.

“Im gonna have to purify you from inside out. I think its pretty clear how's that done, am I
correct?”, Yeonjun says as he brings up the cold cross again and slides it on his slick folds.
Beomgyu's eyes roll back and he cries out. Head hitting the hard surface underneath him as
Yeonjun keeps moving it up and down, up and down. It's cold and the gems on it feel
delicious on his clit. The wet sounds it produces are obscene as they echo in the empty hall.

Beomgyu's breathing harshly through his mouth and Yeonjun speeds up the pace and
Beomgyu lets out a cute little scream of pleasure.

God. Yeonjun could bust a nut right then and there just looking at him like this, all spread
out, vulnerable and broken.

Beomgyu moans deeply when the head of the cross bumps with his hole. If the overwhelming
pressure on his clit wasn't enough, this is even better. Or worse. Beomgyu doesn't really
know at this point.

“Taking it sooooo well, sweetheart. You're so so good at this. Look so beautiful. You're God's
favorite truly. There's no doubt”, praises spill from Yeonjun's mouth endlessly. He pushes in
the head of the cross against his hole slowly and Beomgyu's legs give out, falling uselessly
around Yeonjun's sides and dangling down the surface.

The head circles his entrance, once and twice, and then slides in smoothly. Beomgyu
accidentally clenches down on it. His walls pulsate around the wooden object. It's an odd
feeling. But feels good nonetheless.

Yeonjun thrusts against the resistance and starts to move it in and out, in and out, at a steady
pace. Beomgyu throws his head back and whines. The pleasure is so overwhelming he
doesn't know if he should ask for more or tear himself away.

Yeonjun giggles in delight when Beomgyu moans like he can't control it. His calloused
fingers come to rub at his clit and Beomgyu near looses his god damn mind.

Yeonjun could cream his pants any time now. But he waits. It can wait. Seeing Beomgyu like
this is much more rewarding. It seems surreal that Beomgyu even fell for his manipulation in
the first place. He's not letting this chance go.
Yeonjun slows down then. Stretching him open slowly. He wants to savour all the sweet
sounds Beomgyu is making. Beomgyu lets out little “aaahs” and “mhmms” until the cross is
buried to the hilt in his pussy, its two arms pressed firmly against his cunt.

“Fuck!!”, Beomgyu screams out and breathes out little gasps of pleasure, “Too much, too
much, can't it take, pleaaaaase”, he's squirming aimlessly.

He can practically feel it in his throat. Lodged so firmly in his guts he doesn't even move. But
he can't make Yeonjun stop now. He wants this to happen. He doesn't want to back out now.

Beomgyu winces, the hard surface under him is unyielding and it's edge digs into his spine
painfully. Yeonjun's nails form crescents on the inside of his thighs by the way he's holding
his thighs open.

Yeonjun's gaze is zeroed down on his hole tightening pathetically around the crucifix, his
pink cunt, flushed and glistening, stretched to the hilt.

Enough teasing. Yeonjun pulls it out all the way and thrusts it back in. Beomgyu's whole
body shakes and he cries out loud.

Yeonjun is really giving it to him now. His grip on Beomgyu's hip is hard enough to leave
marks and he's fucking that cross deep into his cunt. The sounds it's producing are
embarrassing. Beomgyu doesn't wanna hear. It's slick and filthy and gross.

Yeonjun is caught in a daze. He can't tear his eyes away from the pretty sight. Beomgyu is
crying so prettily. His eyes are wet with tears and red rimmed and he's so so ruined, just like a
fallen angel. He's spitting out words that make no sense and just can't shut up. He's moaning
uncontrollably.

Yeonjun's gaze locks on to the drool running down Beomgyu's chin and pooling at the hollow
of his throat. Yeonjun decides he's had enough. He pulls out cross completely and Beomgyu's
pussy clenches pathetically around nothing.

He then spanks Beomgyu's sopped cunt with the cross once, twice, thrice and over and over
again. There's slick flying everywhere. Wet squelching sounds resonating. Beomgyu is a
mess. Tears flowing freely down his face, hands scrambling to grab something, anything.
Fingers struggling to find purchase on the smooth surface.

Once he's satisfied with Beomgyu's ruined state, Yeonjun throws the crucifix over his
shoulder and it clangs loudly as it skits across the floor somewhere behind him.

He quickly undoes his pants and his rock hard cock springs out. Beomgyu is barely in his
senses right now and he's struggling to piece together what's going on. Yeonjun is furiously
stroking his cock above him.

Oh.
For some reason, Beomgyu's father's voice echoes in his head, “Evil people will always tell
you a lot of truths. And among them will be hidden a single lie. Watch out for that, my son.
Don't be fooled”.

Huh.

Yeonjun wastes no time in lining his cock with Beomgyu's abused hole and thrusting it
inside, and burying himself completely in the tight, wet, heat. He feels dizzy for a moment.

He's fascinated by the way Beomgyu is taking him in so good. He runs his fingers across the
folds, spreading around the slick. And then parts the lips to get a better look at way
Beomgyu's cunt is sucking him in.

He leans down and shoves his tongue down Beomgyu's throat. The said boy let's out garbled
moans as their spit mixes up and dribbles filthily down his chin.

Beomgyu's lashes are adorned with pretty tears and are fluttering prettily against his cheeks.

Yeonjun pulls back and starts fucking him without a care in the world. Skin clapping against
skin, moans and groans echoing all around.

His fingers find Beomgyu's raw clit again and play with it teasingly. Beomgyu twitches and
shakes with each movement. He bends down and takes a nipple into his mouth and bites
down. Hard. Beomgyu screams and slick ghushes out of his ruined hole.

He's cumming non-stop. Shaking and crying on his cock. That's what brings Yeonjun to the
edge. He pulls out and strokes his cock furiously and shoots his load across Beomgyu's face.
Across his lashes, lips, nose… it's such a pretty sight. He looks lovely like this. Corrupted
and miserable.

Beomgyu's breathing harsh. That was alot. It's the first time he has come this hard.

“Hah-ha- wuh-wait!!”, Beomgyu screams as Yeonjun drops down to his knees and laps
furiously at his pussy. He's licking and sucking and biting and its all too much, too much.
Beomgyu cries and pulls at his hair but Yeonjun isn't budging.

Beomgyu's thighs are aching and shaking and his head is going from side to side, trembling
wildly. He's so so sensitive, he could be cease to exist. Its over overwhelming, the way
Yeonjun is dipping his tongue in and sucking, it's maddening.

It's only takes a few more seconds for Beomgyu to cry out and come for the second time. He
can feel this one in his bones.

Oh God.

He just squirted.

It's all over Yeonjun's face and running down his chest. There's weak spurts of slick still
pouring out and he's lapping it up greedily, taking all that he can. Beomgyu sobbs from
oversensitivity and pulls on Yeonjun's hair, hard. Yeonjun finally relents and stands up.
Beomgyu is lying on the altar quivering and letting out pathetic whines. He knows he's been
fucked stupid just now, because he can't string together a single sentence as Yeonjun tucks
himself inside and moves away to pick up his cross.

He runs his fingers up and down it's surface and then dusts it off, kisses it before pocketing it
in his slacks.

And then he's gone.

“We have given God countless reasons to not love us, but none of those have ever changed
his mind”, Beomgyu's mother would often tell him, “For his compassion overweighs his
wrath”
End Notes

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insight into it cause i have been a victim of that myself. Anyway. LOVE IS LOVE
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to the homophobia that is planted into young minds. It pisses me off so i tried to get a deeper

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