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One moment Ryker and Accardi had been enjoying wine together, and the next, the priest felt a slow dripping sensation from the inside of their nostril.
“Ah–I’m so sorry!” Ryker apologized desperately, setting down the wine glass between their fingers as they reached up, pinching their nose.
“Hm?” Accardi asked. “Is everything alright?”
“It’s just a bloody nose,” Ryker winced, tilting their head forward as the blood continued to drip from their nostrils. “Ack–it’s been really dry here, this happens all the time.”
Accardi, however, was completely enraptured. He crawled forward across the couch, setting his own glass down, head tilted to the side as he watched the priest attempt to slow the bleeding. They were failing–blood dripped slowly from their nose, and the sight was…
Intoxicating.
Accardi reached two fingers forward, gently brushing the blood from Ryker’s upper lip. Ryker’s cheeks flushed red as Accardi returned his gloved hand to his mouth, lapping at the blood with a quick swipe of his dexterous tongue. His eyes were blown out, pupils wide and feverish as the metallic taste hit his tongue.
“Hah, what’s– what are you doing?” Ryker laughed unsteadily, shoulders shaking with unaddressed nervousness as they watched Accardi’s gaze fixate intensely on their nose. What were they supposed to say to that? What were they supposed to say once they’d noticed Accardi straddling their leg, dragging his hips forwards and backwards with a slow and measured rhythm, creating friction as his arms snaked around Ryker’s neck?
Accardi grinded down onto Ryker’s leg, breath heavy as their lips inched closer and closer. He wasn’t interested in kissing them, he was breathing heavily in the scent of the blood from their nose, the sharp metallic smell fueling his ruts against their leg.
“Beautiful,” Accardi whispered, drawing in a deep and satisfied breath. “You have beautiful blood.”
Ryker’s hands hovered awkwardly above Accardi’s waist, and for a brief moment they considered pushing him off altogether. Then Accardi’s hand reached up beneath their hat, threading tightly into their hair and yanking their head back as his breath traveled down to their throat, and Ryker lost all determination as the blood from their face flushed rapidly down to their dick.
Accardi mouthed at Ryker’s neck, feeling them beneath his tongue–the thrum of their veins, the textured ribs of their trachea, the way their throat pulsed when they swallowed. Even their scent was intoxicating–the unassuming cologne, no doubt named something like ‘oceanfront’, filling Accardi’s nose with a masculine musk that turned him on. He grazed his teeth over the skin as drool began to pattern their neck, a feverish hunger as he bit down. First it was gentle, just to test the waters–then Accardi bit down hard enough to draw blood.
Ryker let out a cry, squirming. It hurt , but the way Accardi lapped at the pooling blood around their neck seemed to diminish the pain, his groans an aphrodisiac that they just couldn’t refuse. They grasped forward, grabbing for purchase against Accardi’s waist, bucking their hips forward.
Accardi’s blood and drool-covered lips traced up Ryker’s neck again, nibbling at his earlobe, lust speaking for him as he whispered: “ Baise-moi , Ryker.”
Jolts of excitement shot up the French priest’s spine. Somehow their blood found a way to split between their face and their crotch, unbearably hard against their slacks as their face burned bright red. Accardi didn’t know french–how did he know that of all phrases–?
“Ah– hahahaha –” Ryker laughed nervously, hand finding purchase on the small of Accardi’s back. “A-are you sure? Here ? Hang on, I should get my blood cleaned up first–”
“ Non ,” Accardi murmured, pressing gently against Ryker’s chest, pushing them back against the couch. His eyes were half-lidded and drunk with lust, leaning in, tongue brushing along the top of Ryker’s lip. Ryker shivered, feeling their back arch against the couch as Accardi’s hands began to undo their pants. “You look so–ah, so handsome Ryker, I can’t stand it.”
“ Oui ,” Ryker rasped, closing their eyes as they felt their stomach twist. It was a little strange–they’d never been with someone who acted like this around their bloody noses. Not to mention the blood now slowly pulsing down their neck… they were half tempted to back out, half tempted to get up and clean the blood themself–but once Accardi’s hand wrapped around their cock all thoughts of abandoning this moment vanished.
“Beautiful,” Accardi whispered.
Ryker hissed, squeezing their eyes shut tighter as they felt the skin-on-skin contact. Accardi had taken off his gloves, and beneath were a set of soft and well-cared for hands. If Ryker had opened their eyes they would’ve seen the scars that decorated his knuckles, but instead their head fell back against the couch, gripping into the fabric as Accardi slowly stroked their length.
This only lasted for a moment, until Accardi was sure the French priest was properly red. He began to wiggle out of his own pants, face pressed feverishly into the crook of Ryker’s neck, rubbing his cheek into their blood as he lapped at their collarbone.
Ryker shivered. They opened their eyes, glancing down at the sight before them–purple lacey panties wiggled down between thick brown thighs to reveal a painfully wet cunt, dripping and quivering as it positioned above Ryker’s cock.
Accardi chuckled. Ryker met his gaze, wide-eyed as their hands gripped around his waist.
“Hah–I-I was just,” Ryker laughed, gaze dropping further south, staring at Accardi’s pussy as he teased around the tip of their desperate cock. “I was j-just– hah –”
“I know,” Accardi whispered.
The moment he began to sink down, both let out a shaky moan. Accardi called out Ryker’s name, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as he dove in. Their lips collided with messy fervor, both desperately needing friction and collision, teeth clacking as Accardi slowly moved up and down around Ryker’s cock. His teeth found purchase around their lip and bit down hard, leaving the latter caught somewhere between a moan and a cry. The blood that began to drip from their lips was cleaned up by Accardi’s tongue, sending shivers up his spine, eyes half-lidded as he rolled his hips faster to feel Ryker deeper inside him.
His fingers clawed against Ryker’s chest, not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to make the other cry out, bucking forwards into Accardi’s cunt with reckless abandon. Accardi moaned, digging his nails in as he bounced in time to the thrusts, throwing his head back as he lapped up the leftover blood on his lips.
“So beautiful,” Accardi panted, desperate. “Ryker, you’re beautiful . Feel–feels so good, hahahahaha~ ”
The motions quickly became sloppy, feverish, desperate . Accardi pulled Ryker’s hair to guide their head to the side, diving back in to nibble and lap at their neck. He came before Ryker did, stuttering hips slamming down as a throaty cry escaped his lips, eyes rolling back in his head as he clenched tightly around Ryker’s cock. Accardi’s legs trembled, knees weak as he slumped forward, face comfortable in the crook of Ryker’s neck.
But Ryker wasn’t done yet.
They grabbed Accardi by the ass, flipping him back with a swift motion until he was face-up laying on the couch, wide grin and lovestruck eyes meeting their intense gaze as something fluttered in his stomach–wet again, riding the high of his orgasm, thinking about all the things Ryker could do to him. Ryker pressed Accardi’s thighs back, knees up to his shoulder as they positioned their cock against him again, rubbing against his clit. Accardi moaned, starstruck as Ryker thrust against him, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth as the priest’s bloody nose dripped down onto his cheek.
“ Oooooh, Ryker~ ” Accardi whined, hands tracing up around their shoulders again, cold fingertips feeling the ridges of their spine at the back of their neck. “I didn’t know you could be so demanding.”
“Accardi,” Ryker exhaled a shaky sigh, nuzzling their face against Accardi’s wrist, breathing in the scent of peach cologne beyond the metallic breath of their own blood. They pulled back, nose inches from Accardi’s, staring into his honey eyes. “Is this okay–? This, uh..”
“ Yes ,” Accardi chastised, pulling the priest closer by the back of their head until their lips were just centimeters apart. His lips brushed against Ryker’s upper lip, all but worshiping them. “If you stop now, Ryker–I will never forgive you.”
Ryker nodded, colliding their lips together, tasting their own blood in Accardi’s mouth. Their hips slipped back, cock lining up with Accardi’s pussy, and it was only a moment before they were slamming violently into him.
Accardi shrieked, breaking their kiss to throw his head back, soft touch turning violent as he clawed at Ryker’s shoulders. His back arched as their cock slammed over and over into him, hips rolling forward as best as he could with their position, but he couldn’t keep up as Ryker pounded relentlessly into his pussy, each time striking at the perfect spot to make Accardi see stars.
Ryker could feel the pressure building up in his lower stomach, twisting and knotting as they hunched over, pressing their forehead against his. “A-Accardi–”
“ Fuck ,” Accardi gasped, repositioning his legs as best as he could to wrap around Ryker’s waist, keeping them locked in.
“ Accardi, ” Ryker warned. As they tried to pull out Accardi tightened his thighs around their side, pulling them in.
“Inside,” Accardi panted, feeling as the blood from Ryker’s mouth dripped into his own. He licked his lips, gasping feverishly. “Inside. Please . Ryker–”
Ryker’s thrusting grew more erratic until he came, shoving his cock as deep into Accardi as they could, eliciting a whine from the man as cum pumped inside him. Accardi saw stars, and Ryker saw black, dizzy and lightheaded as the last of their cum emptied into his pussy.
Once Ryker’s senses returned to them, they began to pull out of Accardi, who locked his legs tighter around the priest.
“Mmm–why don’t we stay like this for a moment?” Accardi breathed, nuzzling his face against Ryker’s cheek. Ryker was too tired to object, pressing their cheek against Accardi’s chest as they lowered themself down atop of him. Accardi’s hands traced up behind Ryker’s back, feeling their spine beneath his fingertips, massaging them with a gentle affection as his mind swirled around on cloud nine.