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shadowhiveRepent
Pairing: Awsten Knight/Seapeekay
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: kinktober 2: Roleplay
Warnings: kinda religious kink, but not seriously cause Awsten (including use of the word Father in the religious sense), choking
Notes: when they said they were going to do a Halloween London show I hoped they’d all wear nice costumes but they wore this instead. I admit I was disappointed, hoping for something wilder, but it somehow awoken something and now this has happened(don’t ask me how I got here I dunno either)
Awsten looked the other man up and down, giving him a withering look. “What do you call this?” He asked, gesturing to Callum’s outfit.
Callum had to admit he was slightly embarrassed by it. It was a checked shirt over a tee and dark jeans with a cap. It wasn’t much of an outfit at the best of times and it certainly wasn’t a Halloween costume no matter what he told himself. “It’s an… adult pop punk kid costume.”
Awsten snorted, shaking his head. “That’s not a costume. You look like someone’s dad that was dragged along.” He felt his cheeks heat up and Awsten looked at the others. “We’ll be back in a bit.”
Awsten turned and gestured for the other man to follow him. They walked in silence, but not far, Awsten pushing open the door to the band’s dressing room. As soon as Callum was inside the singer closed and locked it behind them.
“Do you know why you are here?” Awsten asked as Callum looked over at him. He was wearing the robes of some kind of priest, the near floor length robes bright red, gold and white. He even had the fancy hat, also white and gold, the shock of his bright red hair sticking out from under it.
“I don’t know.” He admitted, biting his lip.
Awsten looked at him, a serious expression on his face that didn’t quite look right on him. “You’re here because you’ve committed a sin. Get down on your knees.”
Callum sank down, even though he was now even more confused. “A sin?”
“Yes, the sin of coming to our Halloween show without a costume.” Callum was pretty sure that wasn’t even remotely about the way he said it, especially with him on his knees. “And I think you need to atone for your sin.”
Callum swallowed as he looked up at him. This should feel completely ridiculous, with Awsten looking the way he did and saying these things but there was something about it… “How should I do that?”
“First you need to learn to show some respect.” Awsten slapped him, not hard but enough to make it sting. “You need to address me as Father.”
“Sorry Father.” Callum whispered softly, feeling the need to be his head.
“Better.” There was a hint of amusement in Awsten’s voice. “Now repeat after me: Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” He repeated in a soft voice.
“Again. Louder.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” Callum repeated, this time even louder.
“Again.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned!” He repeated, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. He wasn’t sure why that was getting to him, but it was and he tried his best not to show it.
Awsten didn’t ask for a further repetition and he heard rustling in his robe, though Callum didn’t dare look. “Do you know what these are?” Callum looked up, seeing in his hands a set of beads.
“They look like rosary beads Father.” Callum replied, not sure what he was intending to do with them.
“Yes they are, they came with the outfit and I didn’t expect to be able to use them for anything.” With his other hand he gripped Callum’s hat, pulling it off and tossing it to one side out of sight. “But your hands behind you.” Callum wordlessly moved his hands behind the back of his head and Awsten shook his head. “No, behind your back.”
“Sorry Father.” Callum mumbled as he moved his hands lower until they were behind his back. Once they were in position Awsten circled around behind him and he heard the rustle of fabric as he crouched down. He felt the cool beads against his skin as Awsten twisted them around, securing his wrists together.
He got back up to his feet, then returned to stand before him. “There is one other sin you have to atone for.”
Callum swallowed, trying to think what else it could be. They hadn’t been together for very long before coming here, so he couldn’t work out what it could possibly be. “What is that Father?”
“It’s the sin of being horny on main.” It was an absurd sentence and Callum felt his cheeks heat up as Awsten smirked. “Yeah I saw how much you want to be choked by me and to have said it for thousands of people to see…” He shook his head as he looked down at him. “That is truly sinful and you must repent. So say what I told you again.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” He couldn’t believe he was saying this and for that truly unhinged tweet.
“Again.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” Why was this getting to him so much?
“One last time.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned!” He repeated, for what he hoped was the final time.
“Good.” Awsten looked extremely smug and Callum had a feeling this was getting him off too, not that he could tell because of the robe. In his hands was another set of rosary beads. “Do you want me to choke you?” His voice was slightly different and he could tell that he was breaking character, just for a moment, a hint of concern in his eyes.
“Yes Father, I do.” He replied, without hesitation and Awsten grinned, just for a moment, before returning to his more serious face.
“Good.” He bought the beads down and wrapped them around his neck. At first it was a loose fit, but then he twisted it and the beads tightened against his throat. Callum gasped as they dug into his skin, cutting off his air. “I bet you like this don’t you? I bet you’re aching in your pants.” Callum wasn’t sure if he should respond, especially when he let the beads go slack so he could gasp in a breath. “That’s a sin too you know.”
“Sorry Fa…” Before he could even finish the word the beads tightened and he was gasping again.
Awsten was right, he was so hard in his jeans and the loss of air made him ache even more. If his hands weren’t restrained he’d probably be rubbing himself through the fabric in an attempt to get off.
“You are aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” He loosened the beads so he could gasp for air, then he tightened them again. “You really are pathetic, getting off to this.” Awsten smirked and he let him take in air then twisted the beads until they were pressed hard against his throat. “You’re so sinful that there is no hope for you. No amount of atonement or repentance will save you.”
He kept up the pressure of the beads, Callum’s vision becoming hazy and blurred. Awsten made the beads go slack and he had to take a few moments to catch his breath which Awsten allowed him. He gave him a look, slight concern in his eyes, but Callum nodded between ragged breaths. That seemed to be enough and Awsten kept his hold on the beads.
“Your sin is contagious.” He then pulled on the beads, so Callum’s face was pressed into his robes. He couldn’t feel anything because of them, but he could guess that the other man was hard as well.
“Sorry Father.” He replied, his voice muffled by the fabric. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he wasn’t very sorry at all.
“You need to beg for forgiveness.” Awsten told him as he pulled his head back by the beads and Callum felt pressure between his legs. He couldn’t look down to see due to his grip on the beads, but the way his leg had changed position made him guess that it was his foot pressing down.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” He spoke again, the phrase becoming engrained in his head at this point. Awsten’s foot pressed a little harder and he gasped, the pressure feeling so good on his neglected cock. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” His fingers tightened on the beads, not enough to choke him but enough for him to feel the beads against his skin. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned!”
Awsten simultaneously pressed his shoe down harder as well as pulling on the beads, and he tipped over the edge, cumming inside his boxers. Awsten chuckled softly and he released the end of the beads entirely, letting it fall against his chest. His shoe was removed at the same time and, as Callum caught his breath he heard the rustling of the robes.
It took him a few moments to come to his senses and when he did he saw that Awsten’s robes had been parted and he had his cock in hand, stroking quickly. “Now to baptise you, to fully cleanse you of your sins.” He knew his words had no real meaning, but right then he didn’t really care. He felt mesmerised as Awsten jerked himself off, his hand becoming a blur of motion.
Clearly the whole thing had gotten him worked up as much as Callum had been because it only took him a few strokes for him to shoot his load, angling it over Callum’s panting face. His fingers tucked himself away, the robes falling back into place. Awsten’s fingers were on his face, tracing patterns against his skin with his cum, while mumbling softly. He couldn’t make out what he was saying but he was sure it was unintelligible nonsense rather than actual Latin or anything else meaningful.
“You are cleansed!” He pronounced, removing the beads from around his neck, stuffing them in a pocket before going behind him and undoing the one around his wrists. “Now go and sin no more.” Callum took that to mean he could stand again and when he did he heard him whisper in his ear. “Or continue sinning, it’s more fun that way.”
When he turned to meet his gaze Awsten was grinning mischievously. “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up before getting back to the others.” Callum nodded, because as hot as it was to have his cum drying on his skin, he didn’t want to be questioned about it, not tonight anyway.
Pairing: Awsten Knight/Seapeekay
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: kinktober 2: Roleplay
Warnings: kinda religious kink, but not seriously cause Awsten (including use of the word Father in the religious sense), choking
Notes: when they said they were going to do a Halloween London show I hoped they’d all wear nice costumes but they wore this instead. I admit I was disappointed, hoping for something wilder, but it somehow awoken something and now this has happened(don’t ask me how I got here I dunno either)
Awsten looked the other man up and down, giving him a withering look. “What do you call this?” He asked, gesturing to Callum’s outfit.
Callum had to admit he was slightly embarrassed by it. It was a checked shirt over a tee and dark jeans with a cap. It wasn’t much of an outfit at the best of times and it certainly wasn’t a Halloween costume no matter what he told himself. “It’s an… adult pop punk kid costume.”
Awsten snorted, shaking his head. “That’s not a costume. You look like someone’s dad that was dragged along.” He felt his cheeks heat up and Awsten looked at the others. “We’ll be back in a bit.”
Awsten turned and gestured for the other man to follow him. They walked in silence, but not far, Awsten pushing open the door to the band’s dressing room. As soon as Callum was inside the singer closed and locked it behind them.
“Do you know why you are here?” Awsten asked as Callum looked over at him. He was wearing the robes of some kind of priest, the near floor length robes bright red, gold and white. He even had the fancy hat, also white and gold, the shock of his bright red hair sticking out from under it.
“I don’t know.” He admitted, biting his lip.
Awsten looked at him, a serious expression on his face that didn’t quite look right on him. “You’re here because you’ve committed a sin. Get down on your knees.”
Callum sank down, even though he was now even more confused. “A sin?”
“Yes, the sin of coming to our Halloween show without a costume.” Callum was pretty sure that wasn’t even remotely about the way he said it, especially with him on his knees. “And I think you need to atone for your sin.”
Callum swallowed as he looked up at him. This should feel completely ridiculous, with Awsten looking the way he did and saying these things but there was something about it… “How should I do that?”
“First you need to learn to show some respect.” Awsten slapped him, not hard but enough to make it sting. “You need to address me as Father.”
“Sorry Father.” Callum whispered softly, feeling the need to be his head.
“Better.” There was a hint of amusement in Awsten’s voice. “Now repeat after me: Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” He repeated in a soft voice.
“Again. Louder.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” Callum repeated, this time even louder.
“Again.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned!” He repeated, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. He wasn’t sure why that was getting to him, but it was and he tried his best not to show it.
Awsten didn’t ask for a further repetition and he heard rustling in his robe, though Callum didn’t dare look. “Do you know what these are?” Callum looked up, seeing in his hands a set of beads.
“They look like rosary beads Father.” Callum replied, not sure what he was intending to do with them.
“Yes they are, they came with the outfit and I didn’t expect to be able to use them for anything.” With his other hand he gripped Callum’s hat, pulling it off and tossing it to one side out of sight. “But your hands behind you.” Callum wordlessly moved his hands behind the back of his head and Awsten shook his head. “No, behind your back.”
“Sorry Father.” Callum mumbled as he moved his hands lower until they were behind his back. Once they were in position Awsten circled around behind him and he heard the rustle of fabric as he crouched down. He felt the cool beads against his skin as Awsten twisted them around, securing his wrists together.
He got back up to his feet, then returned to stand before him. “There is one other sin you have to atone for.”
Callum swallowed, trying to think what else it could be. They hadn’t been together for very long before coming here, so he couldn’t work out what it could possibly be. “What is that Father?”
“It’s the sin of being horny on main.” It was an absurd sentence and Callum felt his cheeks heat up as Awsten smirked. “Yeah I saw how much you want to be choked by me and to have said it for thousands of people to see…” He shook his head as he looked down at him. “That is truly sinful and you must repent. So say what I told you again.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” He couldn’t believe he was saying this and for that truly unhinged tweet.
“Again.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” Why was this getting to him so much?
“One last time.”
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned!” He repeated, for what he hoped was the final time.
“Good.” Awsten looked extremely smug and Callum had a feeling this was getting him off too, not that he could tell because of the robe. In his hands was another set of rosary beads. “Do you want me to choke you?” His voice was slightly different and he could tell that he was breaking character, just for a moment, a hint of concern in his eyes.
“Yes Father, I do.” He replied, without hesitation and Awsten grinned, just for a moment, before returning to his more serious face.
“Good.” He bought the beads down and wrapped them around his neck. At first it was a loose fit, but then he twisted it and the beads tightened against his throat. Callum gasped as they dug into his skin, cutting off his air. “I bet you like this don’t you? I bet you’re aching in your pants.” Callum wasn’t sure if he should respond, especially when he let the beads go slack so he could gasp in a breath. “That’s a sin too you know.”
“Sorry Fa…” Before he could even finish the word the beads tightened and he was gasping again.
Awsten was right, he was so hard in his jeans and the loss of air made him ache even more. If his hands weren’t restrained he’d probably be rubbing himself through the fabric in an attempt to get off.
“You are aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” He loosened the beads so he could gasp for air, then he tightened them again. “You really are pathetic, getting off to this.” Awsten smirked and he let him take in air then twisted the beads until they were pressed hard against his throat. “You’re so sinful that there is no hope for you. No amount of atonement or repentance will save you.”
He kept up the pressure of the beads, Callum’s vision becoming hazy and blurred. Awsten made the beads go slack and he had to take a few moments to catch his breath which Awsten allowed him. He gave him a look, slight concern in his eyes, but Callum nodded between ragged breaths. That seemed to be enough and Awsten kept his hold on the beads.
“Your sin is contagious.” He then pulled on the beads, so Callum’s face was pressed into his robes. He couldn’t feel anything because of them, but he could guess that the other man was hard as well.
“Sorry Father.” He replied, his voice muffled by the fabric. He had to admit, if only to himself, that he wasn’t very sorry at all.
“You need to beg for forgiveness.” Awsten told him as he pulled his head back by the beads and Callum felt pressure between his legs. He couldn’t look down to see due to his grip on the beads, but the way his leg had changed position made him guess that it was his foot pressing down.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” He spoke again, the phrase becoming engrained in his head at this point. Awsten’s foot pressed a little harder and he gasped, the pressure feeling so good on his neglected cock. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” His fingers tightened on the beads, not enough to choke him but enough for him to feel the beads against his skin. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned!”
Awsten simultaneously pressed his shoe down harder as well as pulling on the beads, and he tipped over the edge, cumming inside his boxers. Awsten chuckled softly and he released the end of the beads entirely, letting it fall against his chest. His shoe was removed at the same time and, as Callum caught his breath he heard the rustling of the robes.
It took him a few moments to come to his senses and when he did he saw that Awsten’s robes had been parted and he had his cock in hand, stroking quickly. “Now to baptise you, to fully cleanse you of your sins.” He knew his words had no real meaning, but right then he didn’t really care. He felt mesmerised as Awsten jerked himself off, his hand becoming a blur of motion.
Clearly the whole thing had gotten him worked up as much as Callum had been because it only took him a few strokes for him to shoot his load, angling it over Callum’s panting face. His fingers tucked himself away, the robes falling back into place. Awsten’s fingers were on his face, tracing patterns against his skin with his cum, while mumbling softly. He couldn’t make out what he was saying but he was sure it was unintelligible nonsense rather than actual Latin or anything else meaningful.
“You are cleansed!” He pronounced, removing the beads from around his neck, stuffing them in a pocket before going behind him and undoing the one around his wrists. “Now go and sin no more.” Callum took that to mean he could stand again and when he did he heard him whisper in his ear. “Or continue sinning, it’s more fun that way.”
When he turned to meet his gaze Awsten was grinning mischievously. “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up before getting back to the others.” Callum nodded, because as hot as it was to have his cum drying on his skin, he didn’t want to be questioned about it, not tonight anyway.
