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“Alright. But just this once”, The devil crossed his arms and huffed while he looked down at the smaller man who was peering up at him with big, brown puppy dog eyes. “I'll meet you at the cathedral. Just... stop looking at me like that”, The last word of his sentence was slightly muted when he disappeared in a cloud of jet black smoke.
Peter grinned wide and could barely contain himself, and practically scampered off to gather what he needed to prepare for tonight's activities.
Later that evening when the priests and nuns have gone for the day, Peter sneaked into the cathedral and began to set up for what he had in store for the devil. He plucked a candle from the votive stand and placed it alongside a crucifix and several rosaries that laid upon the altar, and stepped back to make sure he had everything when he heard the familiar billow of smoke in the center aisle of the room.
Peter turned to see the black smoke rise from the cathedral floor until it slowly took the familiar form of the tall, handsome devil. When the smoke disappeared it revealed Miguel in all his glory. His massive wings were spread wide and their sharp tips scraped along the stained glass windows that framed the room as he made his way towards the altar. The sound of his cloven hooves echoed through the cathedral, and his full lips pulled into a smirk when he saw the other man's eyes roaming over him and focusing on the sight of his cock swinging heavily between his strong thighs with each step.
“What do we have here, Petey?”, He asked and quirked a thick brow at the items laid out on the altar.
“Ah ah”, Peter held up a finger. “First of all, for the duration of the evening you will refer to me as Padre. Got it?”
Miguel rolled his red eyes before he bowed with an exaggerated flourish, “Si, Padre”. He could barely finish as he chuckled then raised back to his full height.
Peter scoffed and shook his head while he reached for the rosaries and stepped behind Miguel. “Give me your hands”.
He hummed and put his hands behind him at Peter's request and purposely flexed the thick muscles of his broad back, and looked over his shoulder with a smirk when he heard a whimper from the smaller man.
“Enjoying the view?”, He teased, but his breath hitched when Peter wrapped the rosaries around his wrists to bind his hands behind him, and he felt his skin sting when the blessed beads made contact. He bit his lip in a failed attempt to stifle a grunt, and his cock jumped and began to harden in response to the pain.
“Yes. Just like how you're enjoying being tied up”, Peter chuckled and secured the rosaries tight and chewed at his lip when he heard Miguel moan when he gave his bound wrists a squeeze.
The devil groaned and shifted his weight from hoof to hoof when his cock stiffened to half mast and a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip.
“You like that?”, Peter cooed and took a moment to knead Miguel's behind to feel the firm muscle under his bronze skin before he reached up to give his wrists another squeeze. Miguel sucked a sharp breath through his clenched teeth and a cloud of smoke from deep in his lungs left his mouth when he exhaled.
“Si... Padre”, He sighed and silently cursed himself when his wings pulled in and lowered to the ground in a sign of submission.
“Good boy”, Peter patted Miguel's behind then reached down to stroke one of his wings. It was wintertime so the upper part of the devil's wings were currently covered with coarse fur that gave way to the leathery membrane that was warm to the touch. His fingertips sank into the thick fur to comb through it, and he was nearly toppled over when Miguel leaned back to press himself into the smaller man and vibrated Peter's entire body when he purred at his touch.
Peter's other hand moved over Miguel's hip and he felt his muscles tense when they involuntarily bucked. The sudden movement caused the devil's now fully erect cock to slap heavily against his taut stomach, and the sound reverberated through the cathedral.
“Whoa! Easy... easy”, Peter cooed and petted Miguel's hip to calm him down, and pressed his cheek to his back. Miguel's skin was hot to the touch and Peter placed a quick kiss to the devil's spine before he pulled away when his warmth became too much, then placed his hand back on Miguel's bound wrists.
“On your knees”, Peter ordered and tightened his grip to push the rosaries against the devil's skin.
Miguel tensed and sucked in another breath when he felt his legs grow weak, and the room practically shook when he dropped to his knees. His dark hair hung in his eyes when his head dropped down, and he wasn't aware that Peter had made his way to the altar to fetch the other rosary. A pained mewl left Miguel's lips when Peter stood in front of him, and he leaned forward to press his forehead to the smaller man's soft belly.
That mewl ended with a low growl when he felt Peter work the rosary past his twisted horns then over his head until the beads came to rest around his neck. He shuddered and Peter had to take a step back when he felt the devil's teeth prick through his shirt and the sharp points attempted to sink into his skin. “No biting”, He waved his finger and gave the rosary a pull like a makeshift leash, drawing a hiss from Miguel.
“Present”, Peter commanded and gave the rosary another tug. Despite his dominant act he nearly lost it when he saw Miguel's red eyes lock onto him as he slowly raised his head. His eyes flickered bright for a moment as he leaned back and rested his palms on the floor and he closed his eyes when he rolled his head back. His hips raised in a sinuous motion, causing his large cock to bob against his stomach, and he spread his legs wide to put himself on display.
“Like this, Padre?”, He purred and looked at Peter with heavy lidded eyes.
“Yes”, Peter's voice squeaked and a wicked smirk crossed the devil's face. He cleared his throat and tried his reply again. “Yes. Like that”. He reached over to the altar and picked up the small votive candle and held it over Miguel's chest. He slowly tipped the candle until the wax collected at the lip of the glass, and with a subtle flick of his wrist a few beads of wax dripped from the votive and splattered onto Miguel's skin.
He hissed and bucked his hips at the sensation of the hot wax rolling down his skin. Thanks to his body heat it took longer for the wax to cool before it finally solidified and left a matted trail in the hair on his chest. Peter aimed the votive a little lower this time and dripped a gob of wax on Miguel's hip and watched it slide along his defined v-line before it came to a stop near the base of his cock.
Peter stood back to admire his work and bit his lip at the sight of the rise and fall of Miguel's broad chest. He turned to place the candle back on the altar then picked up the ornate crucifix. He looked at the cross in his hand then turned his attention to the similar, yet inverted cross that hung from the gold ring that adorned the devil's left nipple.
“So blasphemous”, He tutted and reached out to gently toy with the jewelry before he gave it a pull which caused Miguel's long tongue to loll out of his mouth when it gaped for a moan. The moan was cut short when Peter took the crucifix and placed it on Miguel's tongue, and his eyes went wide when the metal caused the lengthy wet appendage to billow with steam.
“Huh. What do ya know?”, He mused then quickly pulled the cross back when Miguel's jaws snapped shut. The loud 'clack' of his teeth echoed in the large room and was followed by a deep, rumbling growl.
“Shhh...”, Peter put his finger to his lips, then tapped the crucifix to Miguel's mouth. Slowly dragging it down, he watched as a thin plume of smoke came up from the cross as it trailed over his chin and down his thick neck. Miguel sucked a breath through his clenched teeth and exhaled with a deep moan when Peter slid the cross down his chest and let the blessed metal come to rest on his pierced nipple, and he pressed down until he heard Miguel's skin begin to hiss.
When Peter pulled it away there was a faint indention on Miguel's chest where the cross burned into his skin like a brand, but it only lasted for a moment as it began to fill in and knit together before Peter's eyes when his skin quickly began to heal. He looked down to see Miguel's long, thick cock firmly pressed against his stomach, and smiled when he saw it pulse and push out thick strands of pre-cum in perfect sync with his strong heartbeat.
He took the crucifix and moved it down until it reached his cock, and used his other hand to give the massive length a few strokes before he pushed it out of the way so he could continue to drag the cross down his hairy stomach. Peter bit his lip when he saw Miguel's stomach tighten in response to the sudden burning, and the definition of his abdominal muscles stood out even more.
“Pa... Padre...”, Miguel's breath was becoming more labored when he felt the cross stop at the base of his cock for a moment, and he bit his lip until it bled when Peter slowly dragged the blessed metal against the length of his shaft. He made sure to trace it along the winding curves of the bulging veins that traveled along the sides before he moved it to the underside and pressed it a little harder against the thick ridge beneath.
“Padre... Ay...”, His voice began to keen when Peter pressed the cross against the sensitive spot under his cock near the head, then slid it up and over until it hissed and blew off steam when it came in contact when his pre-cum. Peter continued to tease him and rubbed the cross in a slow circle over the bulbous tip of his cock, causing the smoke and steam to swirl, and took delight in the beautiful sight of Miguel writhing and moaning at his ministrations.
“Padre!...”, Miguel cried out and arched his back when he felt his release build. His hips moving in time with each tortuously slow move of the cross.
“Padre!... Ay!!”, His eyes flickered for a moment before they burned bright with lust and bathed Peter in their light. His tail cracked like a whip against the cathedral floor, and smoke flowed from his mouth as the back of his throat began to glow like embers.
“Padre!!... Padre por Dios!!!...” His ragged cry ended with a roar that shook the cathedral walls and a ball of fire shot from his gaping mouth when his release finally came. Peter ducked back in time to avoid the flame, but he wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the ungodly amount of Miguel's cum that covered most of his arm and desecrated the cross in his hand.
“Wow...”, Was all Peter could say when he saw Miguel slump back and and brace his weight on his hands. The devil's chest heaved and thin wraiths of smoke wafted from his mouth with each breath he took to compose himself. His red eyes were locked on him once again. His brow furrowed and his expression stern, almost cruel until his bloody lips curved with a wicked smile when Peter yelped and dropped the crucifix when it began to melt and the molten metal dripped down onto his hand.
A breathy laugh left him when he saw Peter clutch his hand under his arm to soothe it.
Miguel licked his blood from his lips, and with a quick pull he freed his wrists from their bonds. He hooked a long, black claw into the rosary around his neck and bared his teeth with an unsettling grin when he cut it loose and the beads clattered onto the cathedral floor.
“You thought I was going to be the only one burned by a cross tonight, huh Petey?”, He licked his lips and the last thing Peter saw that night was the devil lunging towards him like a lion towards its prey.