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margaritazones) wrote2022-04-21 01:43 am
margaritazones) wrote2022-04-21 01:43 amOPEN POST
JOSEPH CHRISTIANSEN (dream daddy)
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margaritazones) wrote2022-04-21 01:43 am
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the room's dark with the lights off and the tealights rimming the ceiling illuminate cheesy paper palm trees. his oasis away from home and he doesn't want to leave just yet. he tries his best not to think about his crumbling marriage and won't be satisfied until he's too drunk to remember he even has a family.
conveniently, olivine steps in and he's pulled out of his thoughts and the dark spiral he's beginning to fall into swings in a wildly different direction. ]
Father. [ what seems like a gesture of respect is in truth nothing of the sort. joseph knows olivine isn't quite comfortable in his new role, knows the younger man has so many doubts about himself and his faith and joseph digs at the insecurities. ] Care to join me?
[ it's not like he really gives olivine a choice. he could say no and head home, but they both know joseph wouldn't let that happen. instead he charms the young pastor with smiles and friendly chatter and presses alcohol into olivine's hand, filling it any time it gets lower than half. it isn't long before the expensive tequila takes affect and joseph isn't interested in keeping himself in check.
they both know there's been something brewing between them for some time now, becoming more and more tangible each day. joseph is no stranger to life as a closeted gay man and sees right through olivine's attempts to avoid seeming too friendly. he wonders if olivine has had this perversion for some time or if it's a new development. either way they were both drunk and alone in an empty church and joseph wasn't about to let the opportunity pass him by.
a soft smile curves joseph's mouth as he steps towards the clear boundary between them and crosses the threshold. he uses his height to back olivine into the large hardwood desk dominating the small office. their eyes lock and joseph takes the margarita glass from olivine and places it just out of his reach at the corner of the desk. joseph's strong hands cup olivine's face and a thumb brushes the apple of a cheek. ]
I know you're attracted to me, don't deny it. Give yourself to me.
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He's always considered himself lucky, after all. People take to him and trust him easily, even if there's part of him hidden deep beneath the gentle, kind exterior. That part of him is practically nonexistent whenever something important comes up anyway. Which... really, it's why he agreed to join Joseph for a drink. He'd been so drunk, spoken just so, and Olivine... well, he couldn't find it in him to say no.
So, Joseph steered the conversation, and in his earnest attention on the older man, Olivine hasn't realised just how much tequila he's had. It's easy to be warm and open with the blonde, too laugh and keep up with conversation.
His being in the closet is only one small part of the story, of course. That part... that part is almost not a secret at all, compared to the fact that he's so interested in an older, married man. Less still than the dangerous thoughts that run through his mind whenever he's alone, and it's been there since long before Maple Bay.]
Joseph...
[It's a soft, breathy sound as the taller man presses him into the desk, cheeks tinged red from alcohol and the immediate flare of want. It's not a comfortable position, but he likes it. Eyes lock and fingers curl against his face, a soft gasp of an exhale on plush lips.]
... I won't deny it, but... your wife...
[Oh, he wants to give in. So very deeply, as Joseph requests - no, it's not a request but a demand, one he can barely muster the mind to resist for even a second. But your wife, he says, as his head tilts enough that soft lips can brush his hands. He's certainly drunk enough to eschew most of his sense, pressing up into the other and wondering - is he this gentle? Must he be? Olivine would much rather those fingers in his mouth or pulling on his nipples-- ah, just the thought makes him throb, trapped where he is.]
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what olivine says next nearly trips him up. ]
Rude of you to bring her up. There's a reason I'm not at home, you know.
[ but he doesn't let it derail what's happening. he eyes his prey intently, drinking in every bit of pale and perfect skin. it won't be when he's through.
though his prey is usually single dads, for the higher purpose he's been tasked, olivine is simply convenient. it helps that he is younger and attractive and joseph wants to take advantage of all of it. and so he will. there's no doubt that he'd be quite an asset to the cult, but all in good time.
joseph has had quite enough of eyeballing his prey. finally he makes a move to lean in and take those plush lips with his teeth, teasing them to open. he presses his weight into olivine until the other man is laid on the table. his hands dip beneath his shirt to drag his thumbnails across the dips and curves of the body under his touch. he presses his erection, large and bulged against his zipper, into olivine and grinds forcefully.
it's too late now if olivine decides to back out. ]
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to say that this is an abnormal circumstance is a bit of an understatement, really. his apology for the comment dies on his lips as they're captured by teeth and lips alike, teased apart with the shy enthusiasm of someone his age. every shift is curious and a little wanton, a far cry from the pious and gentle soul he shows to the congregation.
weight presses him back and oh, there's something terribly alluring about that sensation. maybe it's just because Olivine himself is much stronger than he initially appears, and there's a value of knowing he could absolutely have pushed away. instead, Joseph will get to feel just how firmly muscled he is under that shirt. delicate hands reach up to cup the other man's jaw as hips press down into his own and grind forcefully between them, painful even.
suffice it to say there's no intent to back out, not as his own hips rise up to grind right back.]
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joseph's hands wander and feel around and appreciate olivine's strength. the muscles joseph finds there not only surprise him but also drive him on, wanting even moreso to dominate him completely.
it's not even a challenge - not yet, that will come later when he brings olivine to the dark side of his religious affairs - as for now olivine is so willing and pliant and it drives joseph something crazy. he wants everything olivine will give him and he wants to take everything olivine won't allow him. ]
Is this your first time giving into these yearnings?
[ joseph says with a breathy laugh as he breaks their mouths apart. it's so evident in olivine's actions, the way he immediately flares up and blooms under joseph's ministrations. with a devilish smirk on his lips he works open olivine's collar and grabs the fabric in is fists to pull him up from the table. joseph shows olivine just how sharp his teeth are as he sinks them deep into the soft skin of is neck, gnawing and pulling as if he were to tear the flesh from bone.
he hopes olivine has a beautiful song to cry out in the empty church for only their ears and god to ear. ]
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Of course, I've never-- ah...! [truly, Olivine could lose himself in Joseph's devilish charms, his unerring confidence. Giving in is so easy when there's so much of him that's willing and wanting. Still, as his heartbeat picks up with the sudden cool breeze where his collar so recently covered, he's left off guard in another way altogether. His body jostles upward and the start of Joseph's name is on his lips when teeth snap down into his neck.
Sharp, demanding, violent-- the older man pulls and grinds and the pain absolutely goes straight to Olivine's dick. The thought of having to hide the marks is exciting, the way it hurts makes him want to beg for more... all he can manage between beautiful little outcries is the breathy whimper of Joseph's name. This is not what he expected from the youth pastor, but it's beyond a pleasant surprise.]
I... agh... mo-- more. Please. That feels so good...
[He can't look Joseph in the eye when he asks, shameful as he feels his wants are. His cock throbs between his legs, and honestly the priest can practically feel the wet spot forming at its tip.]
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[ joseph's voice is laced with a laugh. he couldn't imagine olivine's response would be this good, this perfect. it's beautiful how the man so quickly succumbs to begging and joseph quickly realises he'll have to be careful not to overstimulate.
not wanting to end it too soon, he pulls back and immediately notices the obvious shame in olivine's facial expressions. he makes note of it but pays it no mind. years ago, he himself felt such things and questioned himself and god and everything he thought he knew. the result was him marrying a woman he barely cared for and pressing for children as he thought god would want from him.
since then, he's grown and learned better for himself. after all... god did make him this way. joseph opened his mind to god's message and in return was given a mission. in time he will surely share this with olivine too.
for now he guides the younger man, placing is palms on his shoulders and pushes him to his knees. with a gentle finger he tilts olivine's chin up to gaze at him with half-lidded eyes and undoes his belt with his other hand. ]
Oh Olivine. What if this is what God wants for us?
[ he lets the question sink in and fester as he pulls out his half-hard cock and rubs it across olivine's cheeks and lips, a soft smile on his own lips as he enjoys the sight. the mood thickens and joseph pulls at that soft green hair until olivine's mouth opens and he presses himself inside, curious to find what eagerness awaits him there. ]
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[voice soft beyond the sense of want, distracted by the enticement of pain and pleasure in equal measure. Truthfully, he's always wondered if it's right. The words of the scripture don't add up to all the fire and brimstone many preachers claim.
Is it so bad to be interested in the same sex? That much, he doesn't think so. For him it has more to do with the darker side of his wants, the fact that he's here in Joseph's office letting himself be pushed down to his knees. Warmth colors his cheeks as one gentle finger tilts his head up, lips parted for soft, slow breaths.
what if this is what God wants for us? what then? A failing marriage and a man whose indulgences run far from the norm, met with another - and the ache of his neck confirms they are the same, doesn't it - in the quiet of night. Why fight it so hard, then?
Why, when the sensation of the older man's cock rubbing against cheek and lips makes Olivine shiver? The faint gleam of any wetness only makes it feel more enticing, and his lips part sweetly as fingers pull at his hair.
He doesn't have an answer to the what if. There are no answers, probably, but impulse draws him forward on his path. Dull nails dig into his thighs as salty, bitter warmth fills his mouth, and now? Now he refuses to let his gaze turn away as his tongue laps over Joseph's cock, slurping and sucking as if it's not the first time he's had one in his mouth. Enthusiasm will get him far, though there a clumsiness that still shows in the way the tip catches at his cheek or the roof of his mouth on its way in, adjusted either by himself or by the other's insistence.]