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"Hyung?" Jungkook lifted his head when he heard footsteps approaching, but kept his hands clasped in this lap. He hadn’t expected for his boyfriend to find him here.
"Hey, hun, everything alright?" He looked a little concerned, but mostly curious.
"Yeah. Just wanted some extra time. I went to the altar today, but I prefer praying alone."
"Oh, I can go wait outside-" Namjoon started to get up from the spot he'd taken beside Jungkook.
"No! Its okay, I want you here." Namjoon wasn’t really religious and Jungkook just never thought to invite him. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
"Cheating on me with Jesus again?" Namjoon chuckled, sitting beside him again.
Jungkook shoved him playfully. "We just have to behave. I told the pastor I wouldn’t be much longer. He was nice enough to let me stay later. Told me where the spare key was and everything."
Namjoons smile dimmed slightly. "We're alone in here?" Even though he didn’t need an answer, their voices had been bouncing around the vast stone room the whole time. Like no matter how quiet they were, God would hear them.
"Yeah, I’ll just be few more minutes, if that’s okay? Thanks for coming to pick me up."
Namjoon nodded, gave his love another smile before the boy closed his eyes, tipping his head down again.
It was confusing though, the boy bearing his mind and soul to this imaginary friend while being so physically closed. It was a juxtaposition that had namjoon smiling. He got the best of both worlds whenever he wanted, could tear Jungkook down to his bear bones both physically and mentally. Have him babbling his darkest fantasies while he splayed his thighs open just below Namjoons abdomen to make him more open than ever before.
Surely these four walls couldn’t make Jungkook more fulfilled than he did every night with his cock.
These four...beautiful walls, the colorful windows gently pouring in the last sun rays of the day. And what better to compliment this holy building with a much holier being inside.
The thought that they were alone was at the front of Namjoon’s mind.
Namjoon allowed just another moment for Jungkook to sit alone with his thoughts (Namjoon had surely sat long enough with his) before slowly placing his hand on Jungkook’s clothed kneecap. The boy startled slightly but didn’t look up. Namjoon only petted him gently for a moment before sliding his hand higher and higher, touching rougher now. And Jungkook got the message. He looked up and unclasped his hands to place one on Namjoon’s wrist, hard enough to acknowledge, but not to stop it. Jungkook made eye contact with him, and Namjoon almost cooed out loud at the blush he found on that face. The hand wandered further, almost on its own, focusing on his boyfriend’s crotch through his dark church pants. Jungkook’s breathing picked up, but still didn’t make a move to stop him.
"How long do we have?" Namjoon asked quietly. It still echoed just a bit. This would be impossible if anyone else were in the building.
"’Til 9am tomorrow," Jungkook breathed out a chuckle. Namjoon’s blood started draining south.
He very subtly began to wrestle one-handed with Jungkook's pant zipper, he knew he could still feel it though.
"Here? Seriously?" Jungkook laughed incredulously. He still didn’t make a move to stop his boyfriend. In fact, Namjoon could see that his legs were just a hair farther open than they were a few minutes ago. Jungkook knew their safe word and Namjoon was too horny for the formalities.
"It’s no use hiding your face from God that way, is it? Look at him, baby," he said jutting his chin at the statue behind the alter.
Jesus. His savior on the cross, painted a porcelin white. None could be as clean as him, and Jungkook looked down in horror at the hand in his pants, the pleasure that was burning through him. Jesus' face was calm and serene but Jungkook could have sworn he could see a tear leaving the Son's eye.
"Let him see what you’re doing. He knows it all anyway. He sees you bouncing on my cock when we're at home" Jungkook's cock is out of his pants and underwear now. Namjoon is pressed against Jungkook’s side now, an arm around his middle to arch his back out of the pew just a bit more. "Show him what you crave. Show him how I handle you."
and Jungkook is a good boy. Jungkook bears everything to the Lord. Put it all in His hands, his mother used to say. He's failing, he realized. The hands of another are caressing him now. Rather skillfully. His legs kicked out a bit at the electricity pulsing through him.
"Joon-ah," he wails quietly, his breathing so hard.
Namjoon wanted to pull sounds out of him that these walls would echo around the room for an eternity. Echoing forever in the ears of all who prayed here, replacing the small voice of the Holy Spirit. His hand had been moving fairly steady along Jungkook’s cock for the last minute or so, and he sped up, focusing on the head with his palm. Jungkook shook beside him, squeezing his eyes shut again and tightening his hold on Namjoon’s arm.
"Hyung, ple- "
"Keep your eyes on him, Jungkook. Look upon your savior while you defile His house."
Jungkook’s eyes flooded with tears. Namjoon's hand had started to move very fast now and his hiccuping sobs were only an indication of how close he was getting to the edge. He couldn’t shake the shame that turned him on even further, realizing with a start that he was leaking everywhere. He truly was defiling his master’s house.
"What a dirty sinner, Jungkookie" Namjoon tsked. "You’d better beg for His forgivness, baby. Tell him to make you clean again. Tell him how good you will be for him."
Namjoon ducked his head to nuzzle at Jungkook's neck, kissing and licking at the tears that flowed all the way down.
"L-lord," he prayed, his voice shaking. "I’m ssorry-ah! Forgive me," and with a final prayer, he broke apart in Namjoon’s arms with a heaving sob.
Namjoon went faster then, dragging out his orgasm until it hurt and Jungkook was pushing his unrelenting fist away. His body sagged against the pew. Namjoon held him close, caressed and kissed him while he came down.
"What’s your color, darling," came a gentle whisper to Jungkook’s ear. He turned his head to run his lips down the line of Namjoon’s throat.
"Green. That was amazing." He couldn’t help a giddy grin. There was a shift in the arm under his back and suddenly Jungkook was being lifted. He gasped and clung onto Namjoon.
And Namjoon did something he wasn’t even sure was normal to want. He stepped onto the raised platform at the front of the room. As he approached, he watched the plastered face of Jesus gaze upon them, judging from His place on high. Namjoon at least wasn’t concerned with His forgiveness. He shoved Jungkook to the floor there, at the altar where every Sunday the Good Word was spoken. The true message of God was announced for all willing to hear. Namjoon took his love there, beneath him, pulling off their clothes and arranging the squirming boy around his larger frame. His cock, completely untouched and stiff between his legs demanded his attention and he stroked himself while he instructed his boyfriend.
"Love, you need to confess your sins to the Lord your God."
Jungkook’s eyes were swimming again, shaking as he looked above at his savior towering over their scene. The more he thought about Namjoon’s cock entering him in this most holy place, right at the feet of God, his cock got so hard he nearly passed out. He thought briefly about how this part was not the plan, but the last thing he was about to do was complain. He felt his legs spread almost entirely on their own.
"Oh, god," he breathed.
Namjoon chuckled. "He’s not gonna fuck you, Love. I am." and Jungkook felt slick fingers pet first at his once again stiff cock then drift down, adding more and more pressure as they traveled, until they reached his quivering hole. He whimpered as Namjoon petted him gently, then chocked a bit when two fingers entered him at once. Namjoon brought his other hand up to jungkooks throat, just placing it there. A reminder. Jungkook’s eyes gleamed at the added weight there. It made Namjoon want to ram his cock down his throat, but this wasn’t the time for that. He would tear Jungkook apart in other ways tonight.
Sometime during their stay, the sun had gone down completely, leaving only the stage lights that illuminated the Jesus statue behind the altar. They cast just enough of a golden glow to illumiate their bodies below. Namjoon was thankful for the glow that hit Jungkook’s body as he twisted and writhed on his fingers. He promised himself to commit the sight to memory.
Jungkook was a little too distracted to enjoy it properly, but looked up at his boyfriend leering over him. The hand on his throat became more and more present the more fingers Namjoon added, probably out of the necessity to hold Jungkook down from squirming so much. The two fingers had become four and Jungkook was ashamed at the lack of pain and stretching.
"Don’t even need to open you up much, do I?" Namjoon smiled. "My little sinner is always waiting for my cock, isn’t he?" He fisted his cock once again, coating it in the lube he had in his pants pocket. He leaned forward, connecting their bodies torso to torso. Their cocks ground together in the process, causing them both to hiss. Namjoon tasted Jungkook’s lips once more, stealing the quick breaths passing through them.
"Hyung," he whimpered. "Not here, not-"
"Shh, it’s alright, baby. You can bear everything to the Lord. He will make you clean again." He ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair, his thumbs brushing the overwhelmed tears leaving his eyes. He kissed the boy’s throat once more.
"But first, we have to show him how unclean you are."
And suddenly Jungkook’s hole was being stretched around Namjoon’s cock, the stretch actually a little painful this time. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from letting out the sweetest little cry, complete with a sob at the end. His head tipped back to hit the floor, getting a perfect view of the Son above him.
Namjoon couldn’t curb his impulses the moment he felt Jungkook’s soft, clenching heat around his cock. He pulled out slowly for a quick thrust back in, one that shoved Jungkook up the carpet a few inches. The resounding moan was suprisingly from Namjoon’s throat that time.
"Jungkook, doll, you’re so filthy. Look at how easily you take my cock in front of your God. He must be so ashamed of his little angel." Joon sneered.
Jungkook sobbed and scrambled to cling to Namjoon’s shoulders as he was fucked brutally on the floor. "Hyung, Namjoon-ah" his head lolling back gave Namjoon’s lips a clear path up his neck. "Make me clean, make me holy again! I can be good, I’m a good angel!" His legs had started to shake around Namjoon’s hips.
Namjoon leaned back to survey his work and take in the fucked out face of his love. He wrapped his hands around the back of Jungkook’s knees and spread him ever wider, giving the boy’s savior a full view of the cock pounding his hole into paradise. Namjoon let go of one side to press one hand on Jungkook's lower abdomen.
"You’re taking me all the way up here, baby." He said, rubbing and pressing into Jungkook’s belly. The poor boy sobbed and clenched his fists in Namjoon’s hair, the carpet under him, anything he could reach.
"I cant- I cant-"
"Good little angels don’t let themselves get bred by big cocks, do they?"
One of Jungkook’s hands reached almost absentmindedly above their heads, toward the statue. His eyes followed the movement while tears trickled into his hairline.
"Dear God," he prayed, while Namjoon began thrusting into him again. "Please forgive me. Make me holy again plea-" He was cut off by a hard slap that sent his face to the side, almost into the floor. The stinging came after, surely coloring a red mark into his skin.
Namjoon gripped his jaw tight in this hand and jerked Jungkook’s face back to look at him. "Who's fucking you like this? Who should you be praying to right now, huh? I’m making you holy. I’ll fill you with holiness until you’re bursting with it," he seethed.
He softened for just a second at the horrified look on Jungkook’s face and had half a mind to ask for his color, but before he could even finish the thought a hard clench stilled his cock inside his boyfriend. Jungkook’s face contorted as his cock exploded between their abdomens, splashing all the way up their chests. His body arched away from the floor almost violently. And he wailed like Namjoon had never heard him before. The pressure of his clenching hole had Namjoon seconds from coming. Still astonished at the reaction, he fucked Jungkook wildly, pulling at his limbs, trying to bring him closer closer closer, anything to get as deep as possible into his love. The sudden need to fill him, to fulfill him, had Namjoon crazy.
"Who’s your God? Who do you pray to?" He huffed, almost out of air.
Jungkook felt nearly paralyzed with the painpleasure, but moved his mouth in some way that Namjoon was satisfied with. "Namjoonie, Kim Namjoon is my-"
"Yeah. Yeah," Namjoon grunted, rhythmn long gone.
"My Lord. My God."
Namjoon swore as his cock pulsed rapidly in Jungkook’s hole, the arms holding himself up almost giving out entirely in the ecstacy. He buried his head in the trembling chest under him. He felt the tug and pull of Jungkook’s body around his cock, still pulsing from his orgasm. Despite how hard his orgasm had shaken him, Namjoon worked hard to pull himself out of his headspace to remain present for Jungkook. He pulled out slowly, trying not to jostle the boy too much.
Jungkook was still crying a little, sniffling now, just blankly staring up at the ceiling.
"Baby? Baby, can you hear me, love?" Namjoon whispered, cradling his head in his hands and brushing his thumbs under Jungkook's eyes.
He nodded slowly. “Sorry, I need a minute,” his breath was unsteady. He closed his eyes and ran his hands through Namjoon’s hair.
“It’s okay, hun. Are you okay? Talk to me when you’re ready.”
Jungkook nodded. He hadn’t felt so undone from a scene in so long. It was like Namjoon had taken everything from him, picked him clean to the bone an was now placing it all back meticulously. Like Namjoon was his God. His beginning and his end.
His God was currently puffing short breaths into the skin of his chest in between little praises. my beautiful baby, took everything so well, love you so much. Jungkook brought the hands he was running through Namjoon’s hair down to his face and tipped it up to plant a kiss on those heaving lips.
“I’m okay, baby. You were so perfect too,” he smiled against his lips and placed their foreheads together. It always felt so good after a scene to just be and feel. And feel he did, realizing that the carpet under his bottom was actually quite wet.
“Joon,” he sat up urgently, pushing Namjoon back with him. “We need to clean up, my uncle will kill me if we leave his church like this.”
“Jungkook, we have time, he won’t suspect anything fishy. The man doesn’t even have cameras inside,” Namjoon reasoned, but still he got up to support Jungkook. “Let’s sit down for a bit and just relax, okay?”
But Jungkook was already tugging on his shirt and pants. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, after I find some goddam carpet cleaning spray!” He called as he ran off to find a janitor’s closet.
Namjoon found his pants just off the stage and pulled them on. He sat on the front pew and squinted his eyes as the house lights suddenly came on.
Jungkook ran in, armed with a plethora of spray cans. “One of these has to work,” he huffed.
“Why don’t we just pray about it?” Namjoon suggested with a smirk.
He barely dodged the can of Resolve Jungkook threw at his head.