Mars and Priestly Get Married

"You sure you wouldn't rather recline for a little while and then clean up afterward?" he asked sincerely, playing with Mars's hair. "It may be more comfortable, Marsy."

"No." He said sternly. "I'm going to take my shower, then go to bed."

He laughed.

"You're so cute when you play dumb."

"I'm not playing!" He snapped, before he realized. "I-I mean, just shut the hell up and let me take my cold shower in peace!"

"I will," he replied, kissing Mars's sternum. "It'll be a very peaceful shower."

"Good." He said, though he was skeptical of exactly what Priestly meant. Even so, he finally got to his feet and headed into the bathroom to finish changing out of his clothes.

He grabbed Mars by the arms, pulling him close.

"Whoa whoa whoa, my darling apprentice--you don't want to get all wet, sticky and dirty after your shower, right?"

"I'm sure I won't have that problem." He said sternly, yanking his arm away. "So leave me alone."

Priestly groped him.

"I don't think you understand, Mars..."

He shoved Priestly away.

"I don't think you understand." He snarled. "I don't want you touching me. Not while we're on a mission."

"My mission happens to be touching," he insisted, running his tongue along Mars's neck. "All you want is a little satisfaction, right? I'll give it to you."

Mars grabbed a handful of his hair and roughly pulled him away.

"I. Said. No." He hissed. "So stop."

Priestly licked his lips, inhaling sharply.

"God, Mars--don't excite me like that."

He released him, disgusted.

"I forgot about your disgusting untoward love of pain." He looked away. "You sicken me."

"As long as I don't turn you off," he replied, kissing his hand. "Now, off with those clothes."

"Not until you leave the room." He replied simply. "Not until I'm positive I'm all alone in the bathroom and the door is locked so that you can't disturb my shower. So get out."

Smiling, Priestly unzipped Mars's pants.

Mars jumped, and stepped back and almost tripped while he did so.

"I said no!" He hissed. "I don't have time for this, we need to be focusing on the mission anyway!"

"There's always time for God," replied Priestly, pulling up his shirt again.

"Time for God, yes," he said, "but I don't have any time for you, so leave me alone."

"My penis's name is God," replied Priestly, yanking down Mars's pants and underpants and licking the tip. Waiting had grown very tiresome.

Mars squealed in the least manly way possible. Of course, he grabbed the first thing he could to get Priestly to stop. Which happened to be his hair. Again.

Priestly of course licked more energetically, excited by Mars's rough touch.

"S-stop.." He moaned, which was sure to get Priestly to quit. He even tugged on his hair more.

Stupid, stupid Mars.

Unable to contain his excitement, Priestly cut straight to deep-throating; if Mars didn't want foreplay, he'd get the good stuff instead.