Mars Meets Priestly And He Gets A Boner

"It's fine if you're not ready," he said, kissing Mars on the cheek. "Either way, I'll make you cum soon, so we can just continue like this."

He sped up his hands, watching his expression with a kind of voyeuristic satisfaction. The boy was enjoying it, he could tell--but then again, who didn't enjoy it when he touched them? It was his calling, in a way.

He grabbed Priestly's hair with one hand, tangling his fingers in his hair. With his other hand, he gripped Priestly's shirt.

"N-no..." he mumbled, leaning his head back again. He couldn't last much longer. Along with everything else, shame built up in his stomach.

Then, when he thought it would last forever, it was over.

He panted, his grip on Priestly tighter than ever.

Priestly glanced at the sticky mess on his hands, then at Mars's red face, and smiled. He kissed him on the lips, then the cheek.

"You didn't seem much interested in me," he chuckled, "so would you prefer it if spooning were next? It's most certainly an option."

Mars looked at him, then he punched him in the jaw.

"H...how dare you?!" he snapped. "I hate you! This...this is all your fault! You...you did this to me!"

He fixed his pants, glaring at the floor.

Priestly touched his jaw, smearing white goo on his face.

"Ow. My, that was rude, wasn't it? Someone's certainly spirited after. Don't tell me you want to go again."

"Are you even listening?!" he shrieked, appalled. "You...you seduced me!!"

He pointed his finger accusingly.

"I'm not traveling with you!!"

"You seduced me," he corrected, laughing. "Not that there's anything shameful about that. And if you would no longer like a ride, I understand. I thought something like this might happen."

He wiped his hands on his shirt and pulled it off, shoving it and the bottle of lubricant into his overnight bag.

"Shall I find another place to stay, now that we've had our fun, Marsy?"

"Just sleep in my bed, you've already corrupted everything else in this room!" he shouted, throwing his books at Priestly. "Take whatever you want, you big, stupid jerk!!"

Priestly ducked, chuckling. He wished he could say this was the first time someone had thrown things at him after sex.

"Now, look here, I have no intention of taking anything from you. I'll just leave, if it's that much trouble--besides, you've had your fun for the night. I don't think I can be of much more service." He winked and grabbed his bag.

Suddenly, Mars shoved Priestly against the wall.

"No! No way are you just leaving after that, you filthy homo!" he snarled. "You promised to take me out of here and you're going to do that, no matter what! You're going to drive as far as you possibly can, then I'm going to leave and pretend that people like you don't exist, you disgusting sinning priest!"

He sighed, but smiled nonetheless.

"...You know, Marsy, you're being quite rude," he said calmly. "This is no way to ask someone for a favor. Now, I'd be glad to take you wherever you want, as promised. But I would also appreciate if you let go of me. Unless you plan on giving me a taste of my own medicine?"

He waggled his brows, grinning.

Mars stared at him, before he shoved himself against Priestly, pressing their lips together. He knew he was being stupid, but he didn't care, anymore.

He kissed back, welcoming Mars into his arms. He couldn't help but pity the boy; he seemed so confused.

He groped him, running his hands across his chest and sides. He ran his tongue across Priestly's lips.

He slipped Mars's hand over his crotch, eager to see his reaction. He groped his ass with his spare hand, barely able to stop himself from tackling Mars onto the bed.

He shuddered, trying to ignore it, as he reached into Priestly's pants. He was too eager, he knew.