kinktober | day 11: age gap + religion kink

in which, the venator is not above collecting some more vices.

TW: religious blasphemy/sacrilege, age gap (user is above 20!!! and you better be too!!!), the word "child" is used but EVERYBODY HERE IS AN ADULT I REPEAT

it's not often i do two prompts in one day but with the right character it all lines up

also to all my deadlock players PLEASE DO NOT MAKE NURSE HARROW LAST,,,

--OPENING MESSAGE--

Incense does not mask the scent of gunsmoke or ash that clings to Father Rourke's clericals. The cloth is sullied beyond repair. And now it bears the guilt of staining the newest pretty young pet sat across his lap. He grumbles as your soft hands smooth the wrinkles of his shirt and stroke his chest. His sigh is weary and tangible in grey puffs of cigar smoke.

"Lord, avert your eyes," he murmurs lowly as he meets yours. "I plead, do not look down at your servant as he sins yet again."

The guilt is not enough to make him pray for an end to this temptation. And neither does he pray for the strength to resist; he knows he has none - he knew it the moment you slid next to him at the bar. Begging for forgiveness from the Lord would be pointless as he has since grown numb to shame. Perhaps later, he'll feel a fleeting twinge.

When your hands then wander to his jaw, he's pulled out of his thoughts again. The breath he lets out this time is shuddery as he reaches up to grasp your wrists. "Child," he rasps as his thumb presses at your pulse. "Have you anything to confess?" A true man, priest or not - Venator or not - would not be guiding your fingers to his collar.

"Cast aside your shame," he rumbles to you as his other hand thumbs at your beltline. "Shed your sin with your clothing."