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Jemel takes a shuddering gasp.

Xan cannot wait another moment. “You look so beautiful,” he says, breathily, and he moves his fingers, and he moves his head.

He kisses Jemel sweetly on the lips.

Jemel makes a soft gasping sound. It’s a sound of delight, of passion. His mouth opens. A little, then more. Xan drives forward, tongue into Jemel’s mouth. Jemel groans beneath him.

The kiss grows more and more heated. Desperate. Kissing Jemel feels like a kind of relief. Xan moves to Jemel’s neck, nipping and biting, revelling in the sounds he makes, gasps and mews.

“Please, Xan,” Jemel whispers. “Break my vow again.”

Xan pulls back from kissing to look at him. “I do not think that is how vows work.”

Jemel gives Xan a soft, weak smile, “To be sure it is broken.”

“If you wish,” Xan says. He takes Jemel’s hand and leads him over to the bed. Jemel sits down and looks at Xan with his big silver eyes. Xan sinks to his knees, taking each of Jemel’s hands in his.

“Do not be nervous, Baraboo. I know this is your first time.”

Jemel’s mouth twists in annoyance. “You know it is not.”

“It is,” Xan says, utterly sincere. “That time before. That was not real. Forget it ever happened. Let me show you the truth of making love.”

He reaches out with both hands, greedy, he lifts Jemel’s robes, exposing his stiffening cock inside his hip cloth. He plucks the fabric away.

Jemel gasps. Xan looks up at him. “Will you allow me to give you pleasure on my knees, my priest?”

Jemel bites his lip. He seems incapable of speech. He only nods.

Xan ducks his head, opens his mouth and takes the head of Jemel’s cock between his lips.

Jemel cries out in pleasure. Xan sucks harder, slipping his lips downwards and moving his hand aside, taking it all. Jemel shudders as Xan pauses there, feeling Jemel’s cock pulse inside him.

“Please,” Jemel breathes. “Please, Xan.”

Xan moves, letting Jemel’s cock slip from his mouth, until he just holds the tip between his lips, then taking it deeply again, with a moan of pleasure. He loves to do this. To give pleasure to a lover with his mouth. The taste and feel of a blood-heavy cock in his throat.

He hears Jemel gasp as he moves again, increasing the speed, moving faster but still swallowing deep, making his eyes prickle. He finds himself shaking as he groans again. Taking pleasure from the feel of Jemel’s pleasure building. His hands are on Jemel’s thighs. He can feel the soft shaking there as Jemel’s spend starts to build.

Xan feels like he is shaping it with his mouth. Coaxing and teasing. He pauses for a moment when he senses Jemel is getting close to his peak, causing a delicious grunt of frustrated need.

But he cannot tease his Baraboo for long. He relents quickly, sucking harder, humming gently and moving as fast as he can. It takes mere moments of this to rip Jemel’s spend from him. Jemel screams out in pleasure, falling back as Xan swallows a warm mouthful of his seed.

Xan looks up at Jemel, who struggles up to sitting and stares down at him, pink-cheeked and still breathless.

Xan stands and turns to sit beside Jemel on the bed. He takes one of Jemel’s hands in his and kisses him on the cheek.

“Thank you,” Jemel says, rough and breathy. “And you? Can I give you pleasure?”

“You have given me more pleasure than any man could stand.”

“Then do not stand.” Jemel leans closer and whispers against Xan’s cheek. “I would like to see you break with a spend so intense your legs cannot bear your weight.”

Xan shivers to hear such wanton words from his sweet little priest. “Very well,” he says. He guides Jemel’s hand to his own cock, heavy from the pleasure of giving suck, and wraps Jemel’s dainty fingers around it. His hand is still shaking. The sensation is strange but not unpleasant.

“I think I can do this,” Jemel says.

”Do as you will, Baraboo.”