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Father Ivan's grip on him tightened, his nails digging into the flushed skin as he groaned into the other's neck, filling him to the rim with his seed. Beneath him, Alfred moaned at the feeling, his legs spreading just a little wider as his back arched at the feeling of being filled. Their breaths came out in short, damp pants, the sound of it echoing off the walls.
The Russian brought his hand to his mouth, licking the cum that dripping from his fingers as he smirked down at the man underneath him. Alfred returned it with a grin of his own, his hair ruffled and cheeks still flushed. Ivan opened his mouth, about to speak when he paused.
Quickly, he looked over the back of the pew, his eyes scanning the empty church. The doors were still closed, and the other rows were empty.
"What is it?"
Ivan looked back down at Alfred before shaking his head, "Nothing, I thought I heard something."
Alfred sat up, shifting so he now sat on Ivan's lap. He leaned in close, his tongue darting out to lick slowly at the others neck before he leaned up, his hot breath hitting Ivan's ear as he spoke, "Good- we aren't done yet."
Father Ivan was quick to grab on to the young man's hips again, and pushed his growing erection back into Alfred's dripping erection. The blonde shuddered at the feeling, wrapping his arms around Father Ivan's neck as he began to rock and bounce in his lap, riding him roughly for the third time that afternoon.
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