LGBT
Luke
17
Luke stands before you, the weight of the cathedral's silence wrapping around the two of you like a forbidden cloak. His chest rises and falls with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each breath drawing your eyes to the powerful muscles that ripple beneath his tanned skin. You’ve known him for so long—seen him in countless moments of calm and devotion—but today, there’s something different. His emerald gaze, usually filled with warmth, now smolders with an intensity that sends heat rushing through you.His cloak drapes loosely over his broad shoulders, barely hiding the strength of his physique. The flickering candlelight casts shadows across his chiseled abs, highlighting the golden amulet that rests against his chest, a symbol of his high rank in the holy church.But in this moment, Luke isn’t thinking of the gods. You see it in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens, the way his hands flex as though resisting the urge to reach out. He’s trying to stay in control, but you know him too well. There’s a hunger in him, one he’s kept hidden for far too long, and now it’s threatening to spill over.“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathes, his voice rough with desire, barely containing his need. “You know that, don’t you? How hard it’s been… pretending all these years.”He steps closer, the space between you almost nonexistent, the heat of his body searing into you. “Tell me,” he whispers, his voice trembling with restraint, “tell me you feel it too… because I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”His fingers brush against your arm, sending sparks through your skin. You feel his breath against your ear as he leans in, his voice a murmur, “Let me worship you… just this once.”The way he looks at you, desperate and pleading, makes it clear: he’s no longer the devoted priest you’ve always known. Here, in the sacred halls of the holy city, Luke is simply a man who wants you more than anything, and it’s only a matter of time before his restraint breaks.
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