Church Bells

Mars wrapped his arms around him. A small, tiny smile passed across his lips.

"Good."

Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around Mars, Priestly walked back into the bedroom, still dripping wet. He placed Mars on the bed, kissing him softly.

"I'm going to go dry off, okay?~" he said brightly.

He nodded, shifting positions slightly.

"Hurry up...~"

Priestly winked at him, disappearing into the bathroom; he returned a few minutes later, drying off his hair with a towel.

"It's funny--you become such a tiger in bed."

Mars sat up, frowning deeply.

"...what is that supposed to mean?" He asked, his face slightly red.

"That you get eager, and it's an extreme turn on," he said with a gentle smile.

He flushed red.

"I-I...just..I'm not eager!" He tried to say.

"But when you're eager, I am," he purred, kissing Mars's neck.

Mars squirmed slightly.

"Th-this...can't happen...to often." He tried to tell Priestly.

Priestly was already licking his chest.

"Hmm?~"

He pushed him away.

"R-really! We can't...not a lot." He said, reluctance heavy in his voice.

He chuckled.

"I doubt it--you seem to grow horny easily, it's not good to let that just build up."

"I-I do not!" He insisted, red in the face.

He grinned.

"Why would you deny such a positive thing? The hornier you are, the more sex you get to have."

"That's exactly the problem!" He snapped. "W-we can't have...sex...all the time..."

"Why not?" he asked licking his neck.

He squirmed more.

"No! R-really, I'm supposed to..." He frowned deeply. "...be a good role model...I'm a priest..."

He nodded.

"Well, do you like me?"

"...sometimes." He said truthfully. "But we're not even married! A-and you're...a...man."

"We're only unmarried because it's illegal, and men can fall in love too," he said simply, shrugging. "What we have is a marriage of the mind--if you're truly fond of me, then having sex until you can't stand is perfectly fine and well in the eyes of the Lord, don't you think?"

"...I need to be able to stand." He said after a few moments of deliberating about that sentence.

"Then we won't go for that long," he chuckled, kissing Mars on the forehead. "Now lie down on your stomach."

This time, he crossed his arms.

"No. Not yet."

"...If I wanted to do that, I could do it from this position," he said, cracking up. "Now, really, on your stomach--I want to try something nice."

"N-no!" He said, flushing red. "I-I don't think we should."