Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"...But I refuse to stop, and I'm strong enough to break both you arms," he said with a sigh. "Why can't you just admit it?"

Stubbornly he said, "...There's nothing to admit."

"Admit that you like me," he insisted. "Or at least that you enjoy my touch."

"...No." He said still.

"...Do I have to strip?..."

"That won't change anything!" He growled, but his face had gotten slightly more red, if that was even possible.

Priestly pulled off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt. When he was done, he pressed Mars to his bare chest, still molesting him.

Mars struggled to get away.

"S-stop!" He wished he could stop himself from shuddering with pleasure, but he really couldn't help it.

Priestly only increased the motions of his hands.

"Tell me how much you want me, and then maybe I'll listen."

In turn, Mars squirmed more.

"I-I don't!" He gasped.

"Want to hear how much I want you?" he asked sweetly.

He just shook his head rapidly.

"I want you so badly...that I'm pleasuring you against your will, to fulfill my own sick curiosity." He chuckled softly.

Mars frowned deeply, feeling that guilt well up again.

"Please, just say it."

"...I-I...m-might..." He began quietly.

"You might what?" he asked gently, nuzzling Mars.

"...want it..." He mumbled. "...a little."

"Then kiss me," he said with a grin.

He shook his head.

"B-but I..."

"...Yes?"

"...can't."

Priestly kissed Mars on the neck.

"But you do want me?"

"B-but it's...wrong..." He mumbled helplessly.

"Why is it wrong if we want each other?" he cooed.