Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

Hey everyone! I hope you all are well. Sorry for the slight delay in posting, I've been super busy (finally) packing my stuff to move and spending time with my family. Updates should be pretty steady until the end of July, when (hopefully) I should be on the road. But don't fret! I will still post occasionally as I travel across the country when my boyfriend is asleep so I don't have to explain why I'm writing smutty stories about Rammstein *lol*. This chapter is kind of short, but I wanted to build up a bit more tension before the smut in the next chapter. Anyways on to the story!

[Chapter Seven: Disquiet]

Placing Christoph gently on the bed, Richard went and sat upon his own not tired in the least. Taking out the silver lighter, he traced the intricate initials as he thought about what Paul told him. ‘He’s like fire…’ Paul’s voice echoed in his head and Richard couldn’t help but agree with that statement. Though he was quite conflicted with the rest of that statement, he found it hard to believe that Father Lindemann was anything like Paul was hinting to. In hindsight he wished he’d asked how he knew Father Lindemann, but now it was too late and he would have to wait a good three weeks to ask questions he needed answers to now.

Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Richard stood and searched for a piece of paper to leave a note. Scribbling on the piece of paper and taking out the medicine Paul had given him, he sat the note and medicine on the nightstand in between their beds. Richard exited the room, locking the door behind him and vacated the building. Walking across the dew covered grass; he made his way to the Church and pushed the door open. Heading to the room that housed the school’s instruments he quickly found the acoustic guitar. Sitting on the raised stands usually used for the choir to stand on, he strummed the guitar trying to judge if it needed to be tuned. Hearing the dissonant sound that sprung forth, he decided the guitar was in serious need of some tuning.

Turning the various knobs on the neck, he tuned it so the guitar would produce a low dense sound. When he was satisfied with the sound, he began to play; transferring all of his feelings into harmonious sound. He played for hours like he used to at home, his heart and spirit rising with the timbre of his playing. He was so immersed in his music that he failed to notice the audience he had. It wasn’t until he stopped to take a break did he realize he wasn’t alone. Clapping as he leaned on the door sill, Father Lindemann gave a warm “Bravo.” Stepping fully into the room his eyes glued to Richard’s form, he came to stand directly in front of the gawking boy. “How long have you been there?” Richard asked suddenly nervous under the man’s penetrating gaze. “Long enough to hear the superb melodies you brought forth.” Father Lindemann purred, pushing a strand of Richard’s hair out of his face.

Richard sucked in a breath at the jolt he felt when the priest’s hand lingered on his face, noticing how the other man’s eyes darkened a bit at his reaction. Richard then felt the guitar being pulled from his hands and Father Lindemann leaned in closer pretty much standing in between Richard’s legs. Unsure of what to do Richard said breathily “F-Father Linde-“  He was stopped by a finger to his lips. “We’re not in class. Call me Till.”

Swallowing thickly, Richard asked “Till, what do you need?” Giving a hearty laugh, one Richard could feel vibrate through his body, Till replied “What do I need? Why , it’s the exact same need that you have, Richard.” Licking his lips and swallowing again, Richard spoke “I-I don’t know what you mean.” Till smiled sexily and cupped Richard’s growing erection. “Now Richard, there’s no need to play coy. We both know what we hunger for and it’s time to stop denying it.” He said huskily. Now damn near panting and his cock straining to be freed, Richard choked out “B-but what you said about the balance between indulgence and restraint?” Till then gave a grin that made Richard’s blood boil to a fever pitch as he stroked Richard through the fabric of his pants. “We’ve restrained ourselves long enough, now indulgence is a must.”

Till then gripped Richard by his hair and pulled him into a brutal, yet passionate kiss, one that Richard greedily accepted. Pulling away for much needed air, Richard through his haze of desire heard Till curse. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Looking away from the clock on the wall and smirking, Till replied “No, you’ve done no wrong. It’s just that Mass starts in about ten minutes.” “Shit.” Richard moaned, body still overheated with arousal. Looking as if an idea struck him, Till began to smirk devilishly “Hey, Richard…” He began. “I have a wonderful idea…”

Walking over to the Confessional booth, Richard paused as he reached for the handle to open the door, he could hear some students making their way to the church. ‘What if…nah, that’s highly unlikely. The people here don’t seem like they would use a Confessional.’ He thought and pulled the wooden door open, making sure to flip the sign on the outside of the door that read ‘occupied’.  Stepping into the dimly lit wooden box, he sat upon the  bench and fidgeted for a few seconds, still a bit nervous. “Till?” Richard whispered.

“That is not my name in this setting.” Till said sternly. Frowning for a second, but then catching on, Richard corrected himself. “Father Lindemann?” He said. “Yes, my boy. How can I help you this morning?” Till said. Getting in to the act, Richard made himself sound solemn. “I have much to confess; perhaps you could tell me how to atone for my sins.”  “What sins have you committed?” Till asked. Richard sighed dramatically. “I have committed the sin of lust.” “That’s quite a serious sin, my boy. Tell me what have you lusted after, then I can help you better atone for you sins.” Till said in a priestly voice.

“I lust after a teacher of mine. He clouds my mind at all times, sometimes I can’t think of anything else but him. I-I’ve even touched myself when thinking of him. Oh Father, it there anything you can do to quell this desire that burns within me?” Richard said sullenly, but with a smirk on his face. A low groan was heard coming from the other side of the ornate iron grate that separated them. “Yes, my boy.” Came the breathy response.  “The only way to gain penance for your sins is to stroke your cock to completion and call out the name of the one you desire.” Till all but growled out.

Richard gave a soft moan at what he was just commanded to do. As he unzipped his pants to release his aching member, he shivered in pleasure at the thrill of doing something so naughty in a church.  When his cock was freed from the confines of his pants, he heard Till growl in delight. “I want you to rub your thumb slowly over the head of your cock.” He commanded. Doing what was commanded of him, Richard began to rub his thumb over his weeping head and looked over to the iron grating where he knew Till was watching his every move.

“Yesss, just like that.” Came the hissed response. “You like smearing your cum all over your cock, don’t you Richard?” Till purred out. “Oh yes.” Richard sighed, leaning his head back. A deep laugh was heard from the other booth. “Such a dirty little boy you are, Richard. Always teasing me in class knowing that I can’t do anything to rectify the situation. Now that ends. I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences of you actions, Richard.” Till said huskily. “Now I want you to stroke yourself fast and play with your balls.” Richard reached down with his left hand and began to fondle his balls, tugging them intermittently as he jerked his cock rapidly. A throaty moan escaped Richard throat as he vaguely heard the service going on outside of the Confessional box.

 “You’re so fucking hot Richard, the first day I saw you I wanted to bend you over my desk and take you right then and there.” Till growled out, tugging on his own thick cock as he watched Richard do the same. “What made me want you even more was the fact that you know you’re attractive, you knew that you’d caught my eye and made sure to play on that fact every time we’re in class.” Richard moaned loudly, Till’s words riling him up even more, making him want to cum. “Don’t come until I say so!” Came the snarled command. “Yes, Father Lindemann.” Richard whimpered. Till’s cock twitched at the sound of Richard saying his occupational title in such a sensuous manner. “Fuck.” He growled out, thrusting his heavy member into his hand. “Do you know how much I want you Richard?” He started his voice low and rumbling. “N-no Father, I don’t.” Richard said shakily, trying to stave off his release.

“Mmm. I want you so bad that I’m stroking my own cock right now. I’m so fucking hard for you Richard, perhaps it’s good there’s a wall between us because if there wasn’t I’d be fucking you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit on your tight little ass for weeks.” Till purred out. “Oh God.” Richard said breathily, trying with all his might not to spurt all over his hand. Needing to distract himself so he wouldn’t finish before he was told, Richard listened outside figuring that Communion was being given so the service will be over soon. As if sensing Richard was trying to distract himself, Till began to speak in low sensuous tones again. “Ah yes, Communion. Remember the other day, when you knelt before me and gave me such a heated look as I fed you? I wanted to shove my cock down your throat so bad, and I could tell you wanted me to do to the same. Right Richard?”

“Oh yes. I wanted you to fuck my mouth ‘til you came.” Richard moaned out, increasing the speed of his hand on his cock. Till gave a snarling moan at the visions that appeared behind his eyes. “You little minx. You’ll regret those words for I plan to fill your filthy little mouth with my thick cock every chance I get.” Richard felt the creeping feeling of his orgasm make its way down his spine and pool in his lower belly. “Oh Father, I can’t take it anymore! Please let me cum!” He begged.

 Moaning to himself as he felt his own release draw nearer, Till said “Cum! Cum for me Richard!” At that command Richard’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his cock began to spurt his thick cum over his hand. “Oh Till!” He cried out in pleasure. At the sound of Richard crying out his name in pleasure, Till spilt his own load on his large hand, wiping the creamy liquid on the handkerchief from his pocket. After recovering from his heady orgasm, Richard reached for the box of tissues left for those who are tearful during confession. “No, don’t wipe it off. I want you to lick it off your hand.” Till ordered. A bit surprised and turned on at the kinky request, Richard turned toward the iron grating where he knew Till was watching at began to lick his cum from his hands, feeling the stir of arousal began to spark up within him once more.

 “Good boy.” Till praised when Richard had finished what was asked of him. “Now you are cleansed of any previous sin. Meet me here tonight after dinner, I want to talk to you some more. You should get going before anyone realizes you are missing.” Placing himself back into his pants, Richard nodded and stood to leave. “Alright, see you later Till.” “Yes, see you this evening Richard.” Till purred. With that Richard, slowly opened the door and saw that the church was now empty and vacated the building. ‘Damn, I can’t believe we were in there for so long! And who knew that Father Lindemann had a kinky side?’ Richard mused, smirking to himself. 

Author's Comment: Okay I think I need a shower now! *fans self* Hope you liked it though it was quite short. :P Look out for the next chapter where Father Lindemann finally gets some tail from Richard! Love you guys!