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Synopsis; Local crazy stalker gets religiously tamed
Prompt: Kylar x Sydney (Smut) / CW: Kylar (endearing), stalking, rite of promise, breeding kink - both characters are male, Kylar = AFAB, P!Sydney = AMAB (dice rolls) + bonus F! Sirris and GN! Jordan
Forget Your Faith
Kylar couldn't remember what his parents looked like as anything other than their current... sickly state. He often found himself looking up at that big painting in their manor, wondering if it was accurate or off in any ways. If it was off in every way, or just a few, and how it was off, if at all. The constant gloom of their manor, because the lights didn't really work after their electricity got cut off some years back, was oppressive. He's lived in it for long enough that he's simultaneously gotten rid off and regained his fear of the dark. He knows the shadows well. Well enough to know he should be scared of it, even if he was one with it.
His only sanctuary from that painting's baleful gaze was when he was out of the house. But, it was only a getaway from the painting. The outside world didn't like him either. Classmates would pick on him endlessly, he'd get any spare change on him stolen by lunch, and he's never left school without a couple fresh bruises from the regular hallway encounters. He only had two places of respite: a park bench barely under the shade of a tree, and by Sydney's side.
Sydney was hard to be around for various reasons, so he preferred his bench most days. But, when it was rainy and he couldn't stand the usual earthy dampness of a wet wooden bench, he'd stay with Sydney in the library after school. It was... difficult for Kylar to stay around the devout boy for too long, though he never wanted to leave when he did finally visit the strawberry blonde's little area in the back. It was a quaint, comfortable area, and Sydney would always smile when he saw Kylar, like his presence was some great thing. It made a maddeningly warm feeling explode in his chest every time, and Kylar couldn't quite tell if he liked it or not.
Regardless, he was here today. He sat in some random chair he'd pulled over from a vacant table nearby, idly listening to whatever studious thing Sydney was trying to talk to him about this time. "You know, you should join the temple! We could spend more time together there after the library closes." Sydney randomly spoke up after a few moments of silence, and Kylar frowned vaguely. He went to deny the offer, like all the thousand times before, but he paused. It would let him stay with Sydney longer. He's never even been inside the temple before, considering the nuns and monks shoo him off every time he gets past the first few steps.
Kylar's uncharacteristic silence made Sydney beam, hopeful. "W-Well, I guess I could. W-Would you help me join?" Kylar murmured, a bit bashful at needing someone's help to do something like this, but his apprehension melted a bit once he saw the pure joy on Sydney's face. Maybe it would be like a date. The thought made his cheeks warm and he turned his face away to hide it, only to be dragged into an even warmer hug by Sydney. "Of course! I'll talk to Jordan about it, and take you to them whenever you're ready! I can't wait to see you at the temple!" Kylar shivered as he felt the other man's breath tickle the ends of his hair. Suddenly, he was rather self-conscious about how his smelled; Sydney smelled good, like vanilla and caramel, but he never felt like he could get the smell of his house off himself. If Sydney smelled anything odd on him, he gave no hint of it when he pulled back and grinned at Kylar. He couldn't help but faintly smile back.
It took a week to meet Jordan, and they were kind enough to him. Gave him the rundown, did a very invasive virginity test that Kylar had to be held down by several nuns for, and welcomed him to the temple. Sydney gave Kylar a tour of the place, positively beaming the whole while, and that was that. A couple more weeks flew by, and Kylar was spending enough time away from home that he only had to change to a different house's breaker twice. Normally, he had to do it much more or his neighbors would get suspicious that someone was stealing their electricity. He's had enough officers show up on his doorsteps for that specifically. One more time and they might actually try to slap a charge on him. The temple's also, unsurprisingly, a great place to learn more about Sydney.
They've spent a few years apart, given his family situation, so after spending some time with him again, Kylar's had the profound feeling that he doesn't know Sydney all that well. So, he's gotten to digging. Well, it's more like he's gotten to watching. The tall ceilings provided great coverage and the textured walls were easy to climb. He's seen how Sydney rarely speaks to the other initiates, only saying the minimum words necessary. How he smiles, but only barely, when even Jordan approaches for a few words. At first, he was madly jealous—after all, none of them deserved Sydney. Then, Kylar felt immense pride. While Kylar would've preferred it if Sydney gave none of them the time of day, he still reserved the brightest smiles and nonsensical tangents just for him. For Kylar. Only Kylar.
It was obvious that they'd get promised, wasn't it? Of course, they'd get married and have a large family some day, though Kylar wished it would come sooner rather than later. But, as their casual talks melted into something more intimate, so did Kylar's patience at it reached its limit. He would stare when Sydney would fiddle with his pendant, wanting to see how the metal cross would look against sweaty skin. The only thing that'd snap him out of it was when Sydney inevitably asked if Kylar wanted to get a pendant too. So, when Sydney took him aside one day and confessed, Kylar was over the moon. He'd honestly thought they were already dating at that point, but he guessed a proper confession and proposal were nice to go through too. He daydreamed about how to plan the engagement proposal and their wedding all throughout the promising rite's process.
He snapped back to reality when they were together in the room again. Sydney under him, both of them completely naked, with hot wax dripping down their bodies like a scalding waterfall. He shivered in delight as he watched a drop fall from his chest onto Sydney's, and almost came just from meeting the other's gaze. The moment they got left alone, Kylar was rubbing his cunt on Sydney's cock. "A-Ah, wait, Kylar-" Sydney started, but he'd already started impaling himself on his beloved's fat dick. Kylar moaned as he slammed his hips down eagerly, stuffed full and delirious from the feeling of their virginities fading at the same time. He couldn't even feel the pain of it, especially not when he began to ride Sydney like his life depended on it. He certainly knew the future lived of their children did, at least.
Sydney would whimper with every movement down, and he'd groan erotically with every equal move up. Kylar didn't keep track of the noises he himself was making, or the things he was mindlessly babbling as he treated his beloved's dick like his favorite toy. He wasn't even vaguely disappointed neither of them brought lube—Kylar's juices were enough for both of them. He glanced at where they were connected and felt himself clench around Sydney when he saw the creamy white film all over their crotches. That must've been the breaking point for his future husband, though. Sydney reached up and gripped onto Kylar's waist, panting beneath him for a moment as he forced Kylar to stay still, even with all his whining and squirming. Then, he began to thrust up into him, and Kylar felt truly loved.
Kylar came once just a few short moments after Sydney had gained control, and then twice when he continued to hammer up into him. He could feel the tip of Sydney's cock kiss his cervix with every apex, dragging along his far too sensitive walls all the while. He was both relieved and very sad when it ended, though he also felt a great satisfaction when Sydney came inside him. He wished he had a plug or something to keep his lover's cum deep in there, crying to himself when it all came flowing out the moment Sydney pulled out. Oh well. At least he had his beloved Sydney all to himself from now on, right?
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