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Leon took slow steps to the medical ward, every movement of his body seeping with shame and regret even though he hadn't done a single thing wrong yet, not in action at least.
He should have been in his chambers, should have been laying in his bed by himself. He could confess to the sin of masterbation, as embarrassing and shameful it was for a priest to stumble in his faith and fall to temptation like that, at least he could have atoned and been forgiven for it. Leon could never tell another soul of what he was about to do.
Leon pressed his weight against the door of the ward for just a moment, softly groaning to himself as he continued moving forward. There wasn't anyone else in there, he knew that for a fact. No other beds were taken up and it was far too late in the night for anyone to be awake and checking on anything. The one ease that he had to his mind was that no one else would see.
The door softly squeaked open, and he quickly glanced to where he knew Vittorino was lying to make sure he didn't stir awake at the noise. He didn't, and he moved forward.
No amount of guilty thoughts could stop him at this point, he knew what he needed and had accepted that he would take it, as selfish as it might have been for the younger man resting soundly a few feet from him.
They hadn't dressed him in much of course, a thin hospital gown was all that covered his body underneath an equally thin blanket, easy access was an understatement.
The blanket came away with ease, the blonde was barely holding onto it at all. He pulled it down to his feet, caught in awe at his frail body that was hidden underneath. His gown had come up a bit in the night, exposing some of his lower body. He was beautiful, even in the darkness.
Leon knew Vittorino was a rather light sleeper, setting a gentle hand on the boy's thigh and fighting away the urge to squeeze and grope at him in fear that he'd awaken in horror. Just a gentle touch, his skin was warm and soft, and he needed to see more of it.
He could have turned away right then, went back to his room and forgotten all of this with prayer. But the ache in his pants kept him standing there, looming over the young man who trusted him so dearly, unknowing that he'd ruin him.
The hand on Vittorino's thigh drifted up, just underneath where the hospital gown covered his groin, just enough to begin to see the dusting of pubes on his upper thighs. He knew what the little priest hid between his legs, he'd been dreaming of the warmth of his cunt for weeks now in shame, having to face him at mass and stand with him everyday with the hidden desire buried in the back of his head.
Leon's fingers grazed the blonde's leg hair, a quiet and shaky sigh leaving his lips. He was already on his back, so perfectly spread open like he somehow knew he'd be visiting, so inviting.
His hand trailed until his fingers were nestled in the boy's pubes and could feel the emanating warmth of his core. His middle pressed to Vittorino's entrance and slid up between his folds.
His hole wasn't wet, of course it wasn't, that was no problem. Vittorino was fast asleep, dreaming of anything but the kinds of sinful visions Leon was plagued with every time he closed his eyes at night. Vittorino was a good kid, he wouldn't stray like that, not until Leon would make him.
Leon pulled his hand back and placed a few fingers in his own mouth, wetting them as best he could before moving them back to the blonde's hole and rubbing against his entrance. It wasn't long at all before he pushed his middle finger inside, pausing as Vitto’s thighs twitched at the intrusion, but he didn't wake up. So he kept going.
One finger became two, spreading the boy out and wetting his hole as best he could, he was getting even more worked up from watching Vittorino tighten and twitch around his fingers. He figured that was enough, he didn't care too much in his desperation.
Leon undid his pants and boxers quickly, setting them on a nearby chair and crawling onto the bed, the blanket that had covered the blonde's body fully pulled aside and left him exposed to the older man.
He gently spread Vittorino's limp legs, lifting them a little as he spit onto his hand, getting his cock wet before he lined himself up. He was really doing this, was really letting himself indulge like this? He was disgusting, but he couldn't stop now.
It didn't take much at all to push his head in, Vittorino's cunt greedily taking him already half way inside. Leon couldn't help the quiet moan that left him, he was so warm, so divine and somehow so much better than he'd ever imagined. He didn't give Vittorino much time before he pulled back some, pushing in further each time until his balls were pressed against the blonde's asshole. He was so focused on watching how the boy's hole took him that he didn't notice Vittorino stir, didn't notice until his arm moved and he spoke out in a pitiful whine.
“Doc…tor?”
Leon panics for a moment, a cold shock ripping through his body before he quickly shoves his hands on Vittorino's face, covering his mouth.
“Hey, hey it's ok, it's all ok, all right?” He reassures, “I know it hurts, I'm sorry, but this is for your health, ok? It's all gonna be ok, you can trust me.” Leon's voice was shaky, his heart racing as he spoke. He moves his hips back, pulling himself about half way out before thrusting back inside, and Vittorino groans against his hand. There's tears brimming in the corners of his eyes and Leon knows it hurts, he's so tight around him and can hear his muffled whimpering.
“You have to trust me, trust your doctor.” Leon can't bring himself to care, Vittorino’s hole taking him so perfectly that he has to keep moving his hips. The squeeze and heat of the young man's cunt nearly drove him mad already.
Was he that pathetic that he was already close? Maybe that was why he could never find a wife. He looked up at Vittorino's face and saw his eyes and cheeks wet with tears, half lidded and puffy. “Doing perfect, so perfect, Vivi.”
Vittorino whines at the nickname, his body trembles against Leon and the older man can feel the knot in his gut building with every thrust. He can't cum inside, he won't. He can't defile Vittorino like that, not anymore than what he was already doing, couldn't get him pregnant when he wasn't even 18 yet.
“Vitto- fuck, so perfect.” Leon's voice is still so shaky as he pulls his hands away from Vittorino's face, praying he won't scream for help, and he doesn't. He pushes up the boy's hospital gown and uses his other hand to pull his cock out. His pace is rapid as he jerks himself off, bucking up and groaning when his orgasm finally hits, white ropes of cum shooting from his head and onto Vitorino's bare stomach. He jerks forward as some of his spunk gets on the boy's scrunched up face.
Leon takes a moment, only just a moment to bask in his sin before the shame of his desperation hits. He leans forward, cock rubbing Vittorino's stomach and making a further mess, to kiss the boy's face. He licks up his own cum, and he doesn't really mind it, he feels worse about ruining Vittorino's face in the first place.
“Good, so good, you did so good for me Vivi, just perfect.” Leon sputters out his praise and kisses Vittorino's face, cheeks and lips and forehead, corners of his eyes where his tears were still falling.
“...thank you…” Vittorino can barely whine out, and Leon quickly leans back up to grab the blanket and begins to clean up his mess from the blonde's stomach. When he was done he glanced at the blonde's face again, setting the dirty blanket aside and caressing his face gently.
“I love you, you're so perfect.” and it makes Vittorino weakly smile. Leon hopes he won't remember this, that he'll think it was a dream or even better, won't realize it was Leon at all.
Leon got up and grabbed a new, fresh blanket for the boy. He pulled down his gown, covering his privates and laying the blanket over him.
“Just get back to sleep, ok Vivi? You don't have to worry about anything else right now, just get back to bed.” Leon watches as the blonde's eyes droop shut, exhausted from sobbing and everything else. He puts his boxers back on, then his pants, adjusts his shirt and hair and tries so hard to let himself bask in the afterglow of his orgasm and push away his intense guilt.
He leaves the medical ward, begins walking back down the hallway to where his chambers were. He was going to get away with this, and he'd take it to his grave. This is something he would only tell God, beg him for forgiveness himself. As if he'd ever be forgiven for this.