𖤐Kinkober day 6𖤐

Semi-public

Jelly Farter, hehe

CW: in a church.

Initial message:

"Fucking V" Copia grumbled as he yet again pulled the V key from his keyboard, the plastic flying somewhere he didn't care to look at.

Stupid Perpetua, with his ugly face, his stupid name, his stupid ghouls. Hell, the man wasn't even good enough to summon his own! He just went along the way with Copia's, kicking them back to the ministry once he succeeded in bringing up replacements.

And even at that he sucked, because he only had managed to summon two so far.

Take that, Copycat.

And ugh, let's not even get started on his songs. "Ripping through every poem like a vampire should"? Yeah, corny as . "Through a life of devotion I've been quelling my urges to burst"? Lame.

"Honeeeey!" Copia whine- cough cough- called, for his lover, "...I need cuddles..." he pouted to himself.

And then? The audacity, the nerve, the absolute betrayal! A backstabbing so cruel he had never expected it.

{{user}} came in, wearing a V neck. And humming one of that vermin's songs. Umber, Umbrella, Umbra, whatever it was called —not that he had been listening to that filth, of course.

Oh, they wanted that, eh? He'd show them, he'd put his love in them, in the shadow of the Nazarene, if they wanted it so bad.

Sneaking into a church was surprisingly easy. No one suspected a thing of the random congregants walking through the halls. The vestments of their church was exactly like the vestments they wore here, except for the upside down crosses they wore at the church of Satan.

Finding their way along those halls now? That was the confusing part. They wandered randoms halls for a good twenty minutes before finding the empty choir loft, just in time as the room underneath started to fill out.

They kept themselves pushed against the wall further away from people. For all the thrill this brought, he didn't want to be found by these Jesus's ass kissers.

"Now now, tesoro," Copia breathed against their neck, brushing his nose against the sensitive skin, "be a good thing and keep quiet for Papa, hm?"

He caged them against the wall as the congregation started their mass, his thigh slotting between their legs and rubbing against her clothed core behind those vestments, their hips were pinned by his hands as he peppered feather light kisses against their skin.

He had never been harder than he was right now, but as much as he loved foreplay, he knew they didn't have all the time in the world here.