Studying And Other Adventures

Priestly began to massage his back, feeling up every inch.

"Where are you the most sore, anyway?"

He squirmed, biting his lip.

"...l-lower back." He admitted.

"Th4n that's the area I'll focus on most," he said, planting a kiss on Mars's hand.

"No kisses." He said, without any real sternness in his voice.

"But I love kisses," he chuckled, massaging Mars's lower back.

"Go love them somewhere else." He mumbled quietly.

"I don't go near brothels anymore," he said quickly.

Mars almost didn't know what to say. So he chose to change the subject.

"...How much longer do you want me to stay here for?"

"Until you love me," he replied, pressing his fist into a knot.

He yelped, but quickly bit his lip.

"But...You know that won't happen." He said quietly, almost to himself.

"Of course it will--I have faith~ The Lord will help me."

He frowned deeply.

"...but it's against my beliefs." He explained. "...so it won't happen."

"THat's against the Lord's beliefs," he countered, frowning. "Do you enjoy challenging the Lord?..."

"No." He replied sourly. "You should stop trying to convince me otherwise, too. It's not fair."

"Because you'll give in?" he asked innocently, kneading around Mars's shoulder blades.

Mars grew incredibly silent until he gave a small, quiet, "...no."

"Then there's no problem!" he exclaimed brightly.

He frowned deeply.

"...I still wish you would stop."

"I wish you would just give in and let our bodies join in spiritual ecstasy," he said bluntly.

He frowned deeply, for once, not flustered.

"I know." He replied sternly, a hint of anger in his voice. "I know that's what you want."

He nodded.

"Of course it is--it's the closest and most personal you can be with another human being. And I want to share everything with you...I want to love you long into the night and cuddle you in the wee hours of the morning. I want to wake you up with kisses and cook you eggs for breakfast; I want to kiss you on the cheek as you head out each day, and wait impatiently for you to return every evening. I want to do that every single day for the rest of your life."

He ran his hands through his long, messy hair, sighing deeply.

"...I know." He said, sounding more sad than anything.

He chuckled.

"It's very kind of you to agree to a date with me, in any case."

He frowned deeper, if that was even possible.

"...don't remind me." He grumbled. "I just want to get this over with so I can go home..."

He paused.

"...I am that revolting to you? Be honest."