[ having an emeritus remain promised to the christian god was an affront to their lineage, in secondo's opinion. it's not purely an interest in keeping the dignity of lucifer's chosen, it's honouring the dedication his brothers have put into the legacy, the sacrifices primo has had to make for their sakes. watching the newest papa move with such obvious hunger pains him to even witness. yes, he would teach the boy how to drink from the well of desire until he was glutted on it. let him revel in the base desires clawing their way free. let him further soil his vows by letting his blood kin take what was promised.
the pawing hands are met with an immediate smack of leather gloves to each. somehow secondo is reading still, eyes locked onto the page. ]
No hands. Mouth only. You will learn without complaint or leave.
[ no further hesitation; a zip as his fly is undone and the older man's cock is tugged free. half hard, it's a sleek but intimidating figure, uncut with thick veins jagged across the topside, corded tight on the underside. it bobs between them as secondo sits up a touch to let his slacks drop around his ankles, not particularly wishing for smears of paint all over the fancy material. when he settles back, it's with a beckon of gloved fingers. ]
Familiarise yourself. Taste. Suck. Listen and feel for my reaction. Indulge yourself, Five. It is your birthright.
[ Perpetua's hands jump away as they're swatted, moving them to rest on his own thighs, just above his kneecaps. Secondo isn't looking away from his work yet, which he'll accept as a challenge along with the no-hands clause. Look, if he's going to break all his vows and learn to suck dick, he's going to get good at it, damn it.
Lips parted, eyes wide, he stares as Secondo frees himself, sucking in a breath. Sure, he's had an internet connection and the subsequent access to near-unlimited pornography for a few years now, but it's a lot different having a big dick right in your face. And while he'd expected to feel a lot more of the same things that have kept his vows untouched -- intimidation, embarrassment, guilt -- in this moment, lust and curiosity take center stage.
Perpetua nods, then leans forward, laying his tongue against the tip of his cock before dragging it up and over the length of him. He exhales, hot against his skin, before reversing the motion, letting the tip of his tongue trace veins on the way back down. Awkward as it is without using his hands, he attempts to do the same on the underside, then sucks the head between his lips with a sigh.
Does he know what he's doing? No. Is he hungry for it? Absolutely. His gaze flickers upward as he experiments with where exactly to use his tongue, watching for any reaction Secondo might have. ]
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Date: 2026-05-17 04:08 pm (UTC)the pawing hands are met with an immediate smack of leather gloves to each. somehow secondo is reading still, eyes locked onto the page. ]
No hands. Mouth only. You will learn without complaint or leave.
[ no further hesitation; a zip as his fly is undone and the older man's cock is tugged free. half hard, it's a sleek but intimidating figure, uncut with thick veins jagged across the topside, corded tight on the underside. it bobs between them as secondo sits up a touch to let his slacks drop around his ankles, not particularly wishing for smears of paint all over the fancy material. when he settles back, it's with a beckon of gloved fingers. ]
Familiarise yourself. Taste. Suck. Listen and feel for my reaction. Indulge yourself, Five. It is your birthright.
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Date: 2026-05-17 07:30 pm (UTC)[ Perpetua's hands jump away as they're swatted, moving them to rest on his own thighs, just above his kneecaps. Secondo isn't looking away from his work yet, which he'll accept as a challenge along with the no-hands clause. Look, if he's going to break all his vows and learn to suck dick, he's going to get good at it, damn it.
Lips parted, eyes wide, he stares as Secondo frees himself, sucking in a breath. Sure, he's had an internet connection and the subsequent access to near-unlimited pornography for a few years now, but it's a lot different having a big dick right in your face. And while he'd expected to feel a lot more of the same things that have kept his vows untouched -- intimidation, embarrassment, guilt -- in this moment, lust and curiosity take center stage.
Perpetua nods, then leans forward, laying his tongue against the tip of his cock before dragging it up and over the length of him. He exhales, hot against his skin, before reversing the motion, letting the tip of his tongue trace veins on the way back down. Awkward as it is without using his hands, he attempts to do the same on the underside, then sucks the head between his lips with a sigh.
Does he know what he's doing? No. Is he hungry for it? Absolutely. His gaze flickers upward as he experiments with where exactly to use his tongue, watching for any reaction Secondo might have. ]