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There had been a recent spike of crime in the city of Tokyo, and more families were becoming weary of their security. Robbers, thieves, assassins, and yakuza lined the streets from dawn until dusk, in a constant state of apprehension, fearing violence.
Although this was obviously bad for their community, it was good for Kiyoomi in a twisted way. As more and more people became uneasy, they began to turn to the church and pray. This brought so much more publicity and attention towards their religion and was frankly beneficial to Kiyoomi since he was bringing in more business. Strong faith in the community kept some minds sane during this period of darkness.
“I want to welcome the new faces that have gathered here today,” Kiyoomi’s voice boomed up the walls of the cathedral, echoing off of the sun pained glass of the windows, “and to welcome some of the familiar ones we’ve seen before,” he scrutinized the sea of people, searching for one face in particular.
He left his podium and began to walk down the main isle, robe clinging at his feet, “Guns, slingshots, baseball bats, chainsaws,” he reached the end of the isle and turned on his heel, “What do these things all have in common?” He asked the crowd, but when nobody answered, he responded himself, “Protection, that’s what those weapons have in common,”
Slowly nearing the top of the middle isle once again, he turned around to face the crowd and reached his arms outward to address the audience, “But what is stronger than protection, than weapons? Hope,” he scanned the crowd once more and found the face he was looking for. Miya Atsumu was staring right back at him with a small smirk on his face.
“Hope… faith and community is the strongest factor that we can have as people to support each other during these rough times,” he placed his hands at his hips and winked at the blonde man sitting a couple rows away from him, “You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against any of your people, but you shall love thy neighbor as yourself; Leviticus 19:18”
Small murmurs of affirmation and gratitude was whispered among the crowd as Kiyoomi stepped back onto his podium, “Let us keep that in mind, and pray together for the future and safety of our town,”
The rest of the service went by faster than expected, with a couple more Bible verses spoken and some songs sung from the choir. As people were filing out of the church, Atsumu approached Kiyoomi’s podium.
“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi smiled at his presence and forced himself to not look down to where his slacks were straining against his thick thighs, “It’s nice to see you here again,”
“It’s good to see ya too,” he spoke as he carded a hand through his hair, “Actually… I need ta speak to ya about somethin’,” Kiyoomi could tell that his normal boisterous and strong demeanor seemed more anxious than normal.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?”
Atsumu glanced nervously at the few stragglers around the room before meeting Kiyoomi’s gaze again, “Can we go somewhere more, uh, private?”
The request was odd, but since he was a regular member of their church, Kiyoomi trusted him, and brought him to his office. Once inside with the door clicked shut and locked, Kiyoomi spoke, “Take a seat, Atsumu,” he motioned to the chair across his desk while taking his own seat behind the desk, “Tell me what is going on,”
Atsumu gingerly sat down and folded his hands in his lap, “Well, I’ve… I’ve committed a sin,”
Kiyoomi was intrigued and propped his elbows up on his desk and leaned forward with his chin resting on his hands, “Well, what did you do?”
Atsumu’s cheeks began to flush as he played with his fingers and bit his bottom lip. He refused to speak and let the question linger in the air for an awkward amount of time. To make him more comfortable, Kiyoomi got up from his chair and rounded his desk to stand infront of Atsumu. He rested on the edge his desk and looked down at him tensely sitting in the chair, “It’s okay, Atsumu, you can trust me,”
In a quiet voice, he spoke, “I’ve had these naughty thoughts at night and I jus’ can’t seem ta ignore ‘em,” he looked around the room, eyes focused on the cross above the door for a split second before continuing, “thoughts of… thoughts of ya,” he finally made eye contact with Kiyoomi and looked up at him with wide, brown eyes.
Kiyoomi cleared his throat and tightened his grip around the counter, “What type of thoughts, Atsumu?” he managed to get out while surprisingly keeping his voice steady.
“Thoughts of ya gropin’ me and lickin’ me all over and stuffin’ me up with yer huge cock while fuckin’ me inta my mattress and praisin’ me like a whore,” he chewed at his bottom lip and practically whimpered before speaking again, “‘M sorry ya make me so horny and I can’t do anythin’ ‘bout it except touch myself to the thought of ya,”
Kiyoomi’s throat ran dry and he tried to keep his composure, but looking at a poor disheveled Atsumu sitting in front of him, with messy blonde hair and tan biceps straining against the light blue dress shirt he wore wasn’t enough to stop the tent forming in his slacks.
Kiyoomi sucked in a breath and stepped closer to Atsumu. He shed his robe to reveal tight black slacks and a black long-sleeved button up before bringing a hand to Atsumu’s cheek and caressing the soft skin.
”Oh, Atsumu, that was brave of you to confess that, it really was,” he moved his hand lower towards his chin and slipped his thumb between his pouty lips. Atsumu moaned at the contact, slowly sucking at the digit in his mouth.
“I’m afraid I must put an end to these…” he unzipped his pants with his free hand and started palming his growing erection through his boxers, right in front of Atsumu’s face, “…these naughty thoughts of yours,”
Atsumu softly moaned around the finger in his mouth, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. His eyes fluttered shut as he brought his own hand down to his boner straining against his pants, and started to grind into it through the fabric.
“Look at you, already so worked up,” Kiyoomi freed his cock from the last piece of fabric concealing it, and gave himself a couple of strokes, from base to tip, smearing precum all over his shaft and putting on a show for Atsumu as he dug his thumb deeper down his throat.
Atsumu’s eyes widened at the long length of it and looked up at Kiyoomi with pleading eyes.
”On your knees,” Kiyoomi ordered. Atsumu quickly complied and slid out of the chair and brought himself to his knees, as if in prayer, before Kiyoomi forced his mouth open with his thumb.
Laying the tip of his dick on Atsumu’s bottom lip he let out a shaky breath, “Be good and open wide for me, yeah?”
Kiyoomi removed his thumb and shoved his cock into the wet heat of Atsumu’s mouth. He bobbed his head as far down as it could go, and wrapped a hand around the extra length he couldn’t swallow. Tears forming at his eyes, Atsumu moaned grotesquely at the thick length in his mouth and licked the underside of his shaft.
“Shit,” Kiyoomi quietly huffed out as he ran a hand through the back of Atsumu’s hair and slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cock farther down his throat, “I know you can take more baby c’mon,” he grunted as he started to roughly pistol his dick in his mouth.
He forced Atsumu’s dead down to the base of his cock, moaning when his nose touched his pelvis. Atsumu groaned at the dominance Kiyoomi possessed, and the vibration against his cock sent shocks down his spine.
”Such a good boy, Atsu, fuck,” tears were streaming down Atsumu’s face, struggling to suppress gags and coughs from the roughness of the mouth fucking. Kiyoomi barely even registered the disheveled state he was in, knees spread wide against the floor with a hand on his cock, hastily rubbing up and down his dick, chasing his pleasure into a calloused hand.
Atsumu babbled something unheard around the cock stuffed in his mouth, which only caused more muffled vibrations to shoot up Kiyoomi’s cock. Kiyoomi could tell by the flush on his cheeks that spread to his ears and copious amounts of precum oozing out of his slit that Atsumu was close.
”You like that, hm?” Kiyoomi’s hand purchased harder in the back of his head, grabbing on for dear life, “You like it when I praise you like that, when I call you a good boy?” The wet, sloppy sounds of Atsumu sucking and licking his cock was nearing Kiyoomi to the edge. “You’re so fucking good for me, Atsu, such a fucking dream,”
Atsumu’s mouth tightened as he sucked in a harsh breath through his nose and came all over his hand, staining the floor and his pants.
“Stay still, just like that, shit,” Kiyoomi shoved Atsumu’s tight mouth down the entire length of his cock before throwing his head backwards and letting out a disgusting moan. Chasing his orgasm, he shot ropes of hot cum down his throat, making sure Atsumu swallowed every last bit.
They stayed in that position for a beat, both catching their breaths after their torturous orgasms, too fucked out to move.
Kiyoomi sighed and removed his dick from the shackles of Atsumu’s mouth and tucked himself back into his slacks. He retrieved a box of tissues in his desk and joined Atsumu on the floor to help clean him up.
Joined together on the tile floor, Atsumu let out a shaky laugh, “When didja learn to talk like that? Ya got a dirty mouth on ya,”
Kiyoomi pushed his hair out of his eyes, save for a few rogue curls. He smiled mischievously, “I wasn’t always a priest, you know,”