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"Zinn..." Ama's voice sounded like music to Zinn's ears. How long had it been since he'd heard such a lovely sound? It sounded even nicer when it was Zinn's name that spilled from his lips, whispered breathlessly his baby-blue eyes gazed slightly upwards and his gloved hand clutched tightly at the rosary that hung around his neck. The silver object, a reminder of his faith, did nothing to stop the breathy gasp that escaped his lungs as Zinn dragged his fangs along that little bit of exposed skin just below his jaw, nor did it prevent the way he jerked, free hand scrabbling for purchase on the cold stones behind him, as Zinn's thigh pressed roughly against his clothed crotch. It was clear he hadn't expected this when he came down to the dungeons to free Zinn, but there are just some things in life you can't expect.
"This isn't right," he finally said. "I- you need to go, Zinn, I don't know when they'll return-"
Zinn's fangs pressed slightly on Ama's throat and he felt the exorcist's breath stop for a second. It was exhilarating, knowing he had this power after being confined to a thorny prison for so long. He didn't press hard enough to puncture the delicate flesh, but he was sure Ama could feel it nonetheless.
"'M not leaving," Zinn muttered. "Gotta have you first."
Ama wasn't sure if he meant "have" as in "have sex with" or "drink from", and he wasn't sure which he preferred. Yet he couldn't deny the way heat pooled in his gut at the rough treatment, the way he all but melted into the two freezing hands on his waist.
"You're too pretty," the vampire continued, "too innocent. I can't help it. I need to ruin you right. Fucking. Now."
The words shot liquid fire through Ama's veins. The urge to simply submit became overwhelming. He mustered up his courage to speak, hoping to sound sensual, though the words came out more as a desperate plea.
"Then ruin me. Just... don't leave any marks."
Zinn didn't need to be told twice. He ground his hips against Ama's, hoping the exorcist could feel just how hard he was, just how much of an effect he had on him. If the way Ama's eyes shot open, fingers clutching tighter around that damned rosary, he supposed he did. Ama's lips were parted and Zinn gave into the urge to kiss them, rough and fierce, tongue wasting no time in invading his mouth.
Before Ama knew it, Zinn was hiking up the long garment he wore so that he could slip his hands underneath. The kiss broke so that Ama could gasp for air, head thrown back against the chilly grey stones, but Zinn was quick to take advantage of his open mouth, placing two fingers onto his tongue.
"Suck," he commanded. Ama must have looked shocked, because he was quick to clarify: "We don't have lube, and I'm not going in dry."
Ama's face flushed at the crude wording but he did as he was told, lips closing around those cold fingers. He locked eyes with Zinn and tried to muster up the most seductive look he could as he laved his tongue over the digits in his mouth. He couldn't believe he was doing this; here he was, a man of God, pinned against the wall by a vampire and helping him prepare the fingers that would be inside of him. He should be ashamed of himself. He made a pitiful, sinful sight, he was sure of it, but the way Zinn looked at him, intensity and pure lust in his gaze, chased away his every worry and regret. The vow of chastity he took was long forgotten in exchange for the hand that pressed against his bare hip beneath his clothes and the fingers that pressed against his tongue.
"Good boy."
Oh.
Oh, wow.
The two simple words had Ama all but moaning around Zinn's fingers. His body felt like a live wire, every word that Zinn uttered setting his nerves alight. The reaction seemed to please Zinn and spur him on even further.
"You like that? Like being called good boy?" If it weren't for the way he was still silenced by Zinn's fingers, Ama would've said yes, babbled on about how much he liked it and begged to hear more. Instead, he settled for an enthusiastic nod.
"Good. 'Cause you are. You're real good for me, y'know that? Cute and obedient, just how I'd thought you'd be." Ama's brain short-circuited at that. "It's like you wanted this from the start. I wouldn't be surprised if you did."
Zinn withdrew his fingers, a thin line of saliva still connecting them to Ama's lips. They both watched it until it broke, then looked back at each other.
"Turn around." Ama didn't need to be told twice. Zinn hiked up his garment further, pushing his underwear down unceremoniously until his ass was laid bare. Ama braced himself against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut, a sudden wave of embarrassment crashing over him. Zinn, however, seemed more than pleased.
"Perfect," he whispered. "Just perfect."
A cold finger, wet with spit, circled Ama's entrance. It teased him just a little before dipping inside, pressing further. Ama gritted his teeth against the slight stretch, which began to burn more as a second digit entered. Zinn paused for a second, his other hand stroking Ama's hip almost gently. His fingers were motionless inside Ama, a foreign intrusion that didn't feel nearly as awful as he'd thought it would.
"Just give me the go-ahead and I'll start moving."
Ama nodded and Zinn wasted no time in beginning to move his fingers. They stroked at Ama's insides, feeling everything they could reach, and as Zinn began stretching him further with careful, deliberate movements of his fingers, the pain faded away, being replaced with an odd yet absolutely intoxicating sensation.
Zinn watched the way Ama twitched in front of him, hands braced against the wall and cheek pressed between them, and fought stubbornly against the urge to withdraw his fingers and go in now. As much as he wanted to rush this along, he couldn't put Ama through too much pain; he wanted his savior to feel just as good as he did. So his fingers probed his ass more, searching for a certain spot-
"Ah!"
Found it.
Ama's cry echoed across the stone walls of Zinn's prison as Zinn's fingers found his prostate. His eyes had snapped open, glassy and unseeing, and a litany of downright sinful noises flooded from his lips as Zinn pressed and prodded at that little bundle of nerves deep inside him. All the while, his thumb stroked his hips and he allowed praises to flow freely from his own mouth.
"That's a good boy. That's right, don't hold back. I wanna hear everything."
"Z-Zinnnn..." Both Zinn and Ama were shocked that the exorcist could get a single word out. "Someone might- hh- someone might hea-a-ahhh..."
Zinn silenced him with a sharp jab to his prostate. "We'll be fine."
"Mmgh..." Ama's brain was practically turned to mush at this point, unable to form a coherent thought except for the mind-numbing pleasure that sent shivers up his spine. Yet that all came to a stop when those roving fingers slipped from him, leaving his entrance open and waiting. He mustered the strength to glance over his shoulder and saw Zinn removing himself from his pants. It hit Ama that that was going inside him, and he shuddered at the thought. Zinn placed his head against Ama's entrance, just barely teasing at it, and Ama balled his hands into fists at the thought of what was to come.
"Now, be good and take this, alright?" Zinn's voice sounded almost comforting. "Take it all. And if you need me to stop, just tell me."
"I-I will," Ama whispered, and almost as soon as the words left his mouth, Zinn pushed in, quick and rough, causing Ama to cry out. Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes. It was too much... he almost asked Zinn to stop then and there, but he held on, adjusting slowly to the stretch. Like when he was fingering him, Zinn remained still, waiting for the sign that Ama was ready. And Ama eagerly gave that sign as soon as he could, looking over his shoulder with his eyes locked onto Zinn's. He nodded and Zinn smiled deviously. Ama could see a flash of white fangs beyond Zinn's lips before Zinn pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into him, causing him to cry out once more. Zinn set a brutal pace, pounding into Ama like there was no tomorrow - and if they got caught, there may as well be.
It was surreal for both of them, an experience neither thought would ever happen. An exorcist, a holy man sworn to chastity, utterly debauched and ruined by a vampire - one of the very creatures he'd sworn to cleanse the world of. Yet neither objected to it a single bit, instead reveling in the sin that was unfolding deep beneath the town.
Zinn leaned forward so that his breath ghosted over the shell of Ama's ear. "You're doing amazing," he groaned. "Good boy, Ama, good boy... my good boy."
The nickname, repeated like a mantra, only spurred on Ama's desperate moans and pleas for more. His rosary dangled forgotten over his chest, rocked with each rough thrust that Zinn delivered. And if the pleasure Ama felt wasn't enough, a strike to his prostate had him practically screaming Zinn's name. Zinn grinned wickedly and angled himself to hit that spot over and over again, hands tugging Ama's hips back to meet his own with an utterly obscene slap. Ama could barely keep himself standing, tears flowing freely down his face. His hood had fallen off of his head, revealing short, beautiful white hair. Zinn felt honored to be able to witness such a sight, someone so beautiful coming undone due to his own ministrations.
One hand slipped to Ama's erection, which had been neglected for so long. Once that chilly hand made contact with the hot flesh, Ama's breath hitched and his eyes flew open. Zinn paid no mind, stroking in time with his thrusts with that grin still plastered onto his face.
The tension in Ama's stomach tightened more and more, stretching him thin. Everything was too much. "'M close," was all he managed to croak out, something that clearly pleased Zinn.
"C'mon, come for me," Zinn urged, "I know you can do it, you're doing so well, good boy..."
With one last cry, Ama came with Zinn's name on his lips. All the while, Zinn's ministrations never ceased, hand stroking him through his orgasm and cock still relentlessly pounding that spot inside him.
"Zinnnn..." Ama whined, teetering on the edge of overstimulation. His brain felt like cotton, and nothing felt real aside from the cold body against his warm one. "It's too much, Zinn, please-"
"I'm almost there, you can hold out a little longer, right? My good boy, my pretty boy..."
Ama balled his hands into fists once again and pressed his forehead against the rough stones. He felt like he was going to melt...
Zinn reached his peak shortly after Ama and came with a long, drawn-out groan. He pressed himself deep inside of Ama's hole and Ama's eyes widened at the warmth that filled him. Zinn continued to thrust through his own orgasm, as if he was trying to fuck his cum deep inside of the exorcist. Ama moaned breathlessly, eyes practically rolling back in their sockets. He'd never felt so euphoric.
Ama felt a sudden emptiness as Zinn pulled out. Still holding up Ama's clothes, he watched the obscene way his cum dripped from the exorcist's spent hole, slipping down his bare thighs. He smiled to himself. He'd done that. Curiously, he slipped two fingers back in, as if trying to keep it in there. Ama let out a punched-out moan in response.
He pressed a tender kiss against the back of Ama's neck. "Good boy," he whispered, fingers still stroking his insides. Ama looked back over his shoulder, a hazy, blissed-out look on his face. Zinn let his clothes fall back into place, covering the evidence of what they'd done.
Wordlessly, Ama turned back around and pulled Zinn in for a kiss. Zinn, startled, took a moment to kiss him back, but made sure to do so enthusiastically. It was slow, languid, nothing like the rough and passionate interaction they'd just had. It was nice; they could get used to this.
After some time, Zinn pulled away and stroked Ama's cheek.
"Thank you for saving me. I'll see you again soon."
And he turned and left, leaving Ama weak-legged and aching. Ama fell to the ground, unable to stand for much longer; his ass hurt and he could still feel that warm liquid seeping from him, but he'd never felt quite as satisfied as he did now. He hoped Zinn would hold true to his promise.