Strippers VS Religion

"You only think you're happy," he replied. "You don't know what happiness is."

"How do you know what happiness is if you aren't happy?" he replied.

"Because it has to be better than this!" he insisted angrily. "I...stop! I just...leave me be!"

"What if it feels like this?" he asked, kissing Mars on the lips. "What would you do then, sugar?"

"It's not!" Mars insisted, leaning away from Priestly. "It...it's not! I...it's not, it can't be! Stop...stop confusing me..."

He frowned deeply.

"...you should probably go before...Rhode gets home."

"Let him find us," he said, pulling his skirt up higher. "You're the one I'm here to see."

"No! He can't know about this!" he shrieked. "I-I...you're distracting me quit it!"

"Come on, if you want it you can tell me," he purred, kissing his neck. "Why not just say it? Go on, it won't hurt...I'll only do it a little bit. Just enough to see if you like it."

"I don't!" he insisted, pushing him away. "I don't! I don't want it, I really don't....I'm straight! I...I'm not enjoying this!"

He sighed.

"Are you sure? You can even watch me, to start, you know. It's not sinning if we don't even touch at first, right?"

Mars bit his lip. "...that's true." he said quietly. "I...I...th-that's okay, isn't it...?"

Priestly pulled his panties down to his ankles and sat on the bed, lifting his skirt and spreading his legs so everything was visible. Then he began to touch himself shamelessly.

Mars stared at first, unsure of what to do. He shuddered, biting his lips. He curled his toes, squirming and biting down on his fingers in an attempt to silence any noises he might make.

Priestly, on the other hand, was shamless with his moaning. He moaned loudly, tilting his head back and smiling. Normally he wasn't much of a noise maker, but he did very much enjoy an audience.

Mars could barely handle it. It was killing him. He squirmed and whined, trying to ignore the scene in front of him at the same time as he tried to enjoy it. It was confusing, and worse, it filled him with shame.

"Do you want to join?" he asked, winking. "It's fine and normal if you do."

Mars nodded pathetically, trying to pretend he wasn't hard.

"...y...yes."

He motioned with his finger for Mars to join him on the bed.

"Come now, I don't biiiiiite."

He felt his face turn even more red even as he awkwardly got to his feet. He sat next to Priestly, momentarily clenching his fists in frustration.

"You don't do this much, right?" he asked, running a hand along Mars's thigh. "I can show you, it's fine."

"N-no, I don't..." he mumbled. "Not usually..."

"You want to wrap your hand around it like this," he said, pulling Mars close and grabbing him. "Then you just move your hand--how does that feel?"

He inhaled sharply, covering his mouth immediately. He glanced at Priestly, trying not to make any more noises. He didn't want to speak, to admit that it felt nice.

"You can make noise if you want," he chuckled, nuzzling him. "Do you have any lotion?"

He shook his head defensively, both about making noise and the lotion.

"I..." he mumbled.