Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore 1)

“That was what I wanted. I imagined you getting a hard-on under that cassock just from thinking of me. Suck me.” He massaged Adam’s scalp with his fingertips, sending a tingle of pleasure down Adam’s spine, but no encouragement was needed, because Adam’s body moved to its own illicit tune.

His hand tightened around Emil’s cock and exposed the damp head. Adam’s brain briefly glitched, because the pre-cum was like the essence of Emil’s scent, but then he leaned forward and rolled his tongue over the tip while looking into Emil’s mesmerized face.

It was obscene. Sinful. But his cock still twitched in response to the flavor spreading in his mouth. Emil’s hand tightened in his hair, and he gave a soft moan, unable to help himself when the devil worshipped him on his knees.

“You’ve teased me long enough. Put your lips around it.” Emil’s nostrils flared around the silver piercing, and Adam realized he’d never seen him more beautiful. The candlelight flickered on his skin, and he was too taken by the moment to care about the shadows dancing behind him in glee at the debauchery they witnessed.

Adam was afraid. Intimidated by the girth and length of the cock. He feared embarrassing himself by choking or displeasing Emil somehow, but the demon had no such qualms and dug in, letting Emil’s thick length into his mouth. Adam should’ve been revolted. He should’ve run away and locked himself in a monastery cell, but when he sensed the weight of the hard dick on his tongue, felt the tip bump against the back of his throat, all worries dispersed in the face of an arousal so desperate he feared he might come on the spot.

His lips closed around the flavorful rod, and he sucked on it, eager to drink its essence. His arousal came from being naked with another man, from sucking on an erect dick that tasted delicious and pulsed on his tongue, but most of all, from knowing he was pleasuring Emil.

Dark hair rolled down Emil’s shoulders in an alluring cascade. Their eyes met when the demon made Adam look up from his obscene task, and the desire he saw reflected in the beautiful green eyes made the act oddly sweet, as if it wasn’t just about satisfying a physical urge for him either. There was flattery in being ogled this way, hearing moans from the lips of the man he’d chosen to indulge, and as Adam bobbed his head over and over, shivers caressed his sides the way he wanted Emil’s hands to.

No matter how much Adam hated the act, he also loved it.

He pulled back to play with the tip, and the delicate, soft skin of the cockhead made him itch to wake up to this every single morning. Pushing his tongue under the foreskin, he gasped his pleasure, but then his hand trailed lower, and his lips followed until the thick girth pushed past resisting muscles in Adam’s throat and accepted the most amazing thing he’d ever tasted.

“Oh, fuck,” Emil mumbled, holding Adam’s head in place while his thighs trembled against Adam’s shoulders. “Do that once more and I’ll come down your greedy throat. I want more,” he said in a lower tone, pulling on Adam’s hair until he forced him off his cock.

The devil couldn’t help himself and reached out with his tongue, desperate to prolong the illicit act. “But you need to satisfy my hunger,” it whispered through Adam’s lips, caressing Emil’s legs with long strokes.

“I’ll be satisfying it all night long, don’t you worry about it.” Emil pulled Adam up and planted a wet kiss on his lips, without a care for where they’d been moments ago.

Adam had imagined the depraved acts Emil was up to when no one was looking many times, but now he was getting a front row seat and couldn’t despise any of it, no matter how hard he tried. He was about to whimper when Emil slid his other hand down Adam’s spine and between his buttocks, but all that came out was a guttural groan. When Emil teased Adam’s hole with just the tips of his fingers, it created a heat so intense it buzzed up Adam’s body and kept him from breathing.

“Yes. I want that too,” he rasped, embracing Emil and pushing his face into his fragrant hair. His head spun from the sparks between their bodies, the awkward thoughts from earlier completely gone. He arched his back so Emil could reach his hole with more ease and shut his eyes, amazed by how deeply satisfying the intimate touch felt. It was like being licked by flames without the risk of burning, and he wanted those digits deep inside him already.

Then again… who would he become if he indulged in this? Did it matter if he couldn’t help it anyway? Would it hurt? Even if it did, he wouldn’t be able to scream. He considered telling Emil to stop after all, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a groan of pleasure when the dry tip of Emil’s finger pushed at his hole.