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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka
  Additional Tags:
      Priest_Kink, Religious_Imagery, Blasphemy, Extremely_Underage, Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-05 Completed: 2017-02-12 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6042
****** The Father, the Son, and the Unholy Spirit ******
by MerryGoat
Summary
     Reigen is the head Bishop of a small Catholic Orphanage. He is a man
     of the lord, devoting his entire life to teaching the gospel to all
     those who were willing. It isn't until his faith to the sanctity of
     relations between man and woman are questioned, that he finds himself
     in a particularly sinful situation. And it was all to blame on a
     young boy who was much too curious for his own good.
Notes
     I have such a priest kink. My only disclaimer is that Reigen is too
     young to be the head Bishop, but only by 7 years. So we're just going
     to slide past that fact.
     And yes, I purposely waited till Sunday morning to post this. And
     that's when the next chapter shall be out as well.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Lamb of God *****
6 am Sunday morning, Reigen shuffled out of his dorm room in his cassock. He
tightened the cincture around his waist, blinking sleepily as he made his way
through the dark halls he had walked so often, he would be able to navigate
himself blindfolded in.
He pushed open the large wooden doors to enter the Cathedral, squinting as he
was met with dull glow in the darkness. Strange… He was sure he had put all the
candles out before he went to bed.
Blinking sleepily, he trudged up the stairs to get to the source of the lit
candles on stage. Preparing to pluck one up to light the rest of the room, a
soft murmur halted him in his tracks.
Expecting an intruder, a regular occurrence in the church, Reigen calmly called
into the dark, “Hello? Do you need assistance in something?”
He heard a tiny gasp, followed by the ruffle of clothing. Huh. “You have
nothing to fear,” he stated, walking closer to the lit candles where he could
see a small figure huddled on the floor.
“Do you need food, water?” He asked, finally stopping short of running into the
bundle on the floor. Instead of getting a response, he was surprised to realize
he recognized the person on the floor...
“Mob?”
The once still bundle jolted, staring up at Reigen with complete shock. “F-
father Reigen!” A white nightgown pooled around his bent legs, hair frazzled,
and even a stream of dry drool trailed down from the corner of his lip. It was
way too early for the boy to be up… But there the child was, kneeling on the
floor in the middle of the stage, hands clasped in a moment of prayer.
“What are you doing up so early,” Reigen asked, dropping to one knee in front
of the boy. “The children’s mass isn’t until 12 today, and you don’t have
classes.”
A meek, one shouldered shrug was the response as the kid avoided Reigen’s gaze
like the plague. ’Always a shy one…’
“Could it be you want to help me with this morning’s services again? I’d
appreciate it,” he said, patting the child’s head. Perhaps the kid had just had
a nightmare and didn’t want to be alone.
Mob frowned and shook his head, surprising Reigen for once. As his eyes
adjusted to the light, Reigen could see the faint red coloring across Mob’s
cheeks that were not caused by the candles. The young orphan who had lived on
church grounds for his entire life, just sat there, glazed over eyes focused on
the large portrayal of Christ on cross that loomed over them both.
“I… I think I’m sick,” the eight year old whispered, lips wobbling as he stared
at his own fisted little hands.
Reigen cocked his head curiously, “And why would that be?” He pressed his hand
on Mob’s forehead and immediately felt an unnatural amount of body heat, as
well as a thin layer of sweat. Definitely not a normal occurrence in the dead
of winter. “Oh, you seem to be running a fever. Follow me, we’ll get you taken
care of right now,” Reigen ushered. He pulled his hand away only for Mob to
dart his hands up, grasping his wrist and holding him in place.
“It’s not… that…” He said, owlish eyes looking up at Reigen.
The priest furrowed his brows, allowing Mob to pull his hand forward. His
breath came to a complete halt when Mob, sweet, innocent little Mob spread his
thighs and pressed Reigen’s hand between his crotch.
“It’s been like that all morning, a-and it hurts, and I don’t know what to do!
Father, I’m scared,” he whimpered. It took Reigen a moment to regain his train
of thought, but when he did, he realized exactly what the boy was talking
about. Just under his fingers, he felt a small hard lump pressing against the
fabric of Mob’s pajamas.
“Oh…” Reigen mumbled, nose twitching at the situation he had caught himself in.
“U-uh, well for starters…” Reigen shook his hand free, retreating it back to
the safety that was out of Mob’s easy reach.
But that was apparently the wrong thing to do, for Mob immediately took that as
a bad sign. “Is it bad?” He whimpered, shaking on his knees. He stuffed his
fisted hands between his thighs, holding his crotch protectively. His eyes
began to get watery, lip wobbling.
“No! No, not at all my child,” Reigen tried to comfort, fingers twitching as he
held himself back from trying to comfort the boy with his touch. That was the
last thing he was supposed to do.
“Then what’s happening?” Mob pressed on, finally pushing himself off the floor.
With reigen still kneeling, Mob finally stood at eye level to Reigen.
Reigen stumbled for the right words, “It’s normal, I assure you! It just means
you’re becoming a man!”
As if he had finally said the magic words, Mob’s distress immediately
disappeared. His tears seemed to evaporate, and trembling pose shifted into one
where he puffed his chest out, an excited smile on his face.
“A man, you say?” Mob’s voice coming out lower. Oh, he had clearly gotten
carried away, the poor boy… But who was Reigen to kill his dreams?
“Indeed, before you know it you’ll be all grown up,” Reigen smiled, a sigh of
relief escaping his lips as he avoided what could have been a horrible
situation.
“Will I be as big as you!?” Mob shouted, hopping on the spot excitedly.
“Heh, well don’t get too carried away,” Reigen smiled, patting the boy’s head.
And Mob stopped mid excited hop, landing back on the ground with his nose
scrunched up and eyes staring off into the distance.
“Father Reigen,” Mob said, leaning down to grab the hem of his night gown. “So
what does this have to do with being a grown up?” He cocked his head, lifting
the dress up to reveal his white bloomers, a barely noticeable erection poking
out.
Reigen squealed in shock, shooting his hand forward to shove the boy’s gown
back down. No decency! “Mob, you can’t just go around showing that to people,”
Reigen smiled nervously, making sure not to shame the boy.
“Oh…” Mob trailed off, not satisfied with the answer.
“But, it’s… hum…” Reigen stood up straight, towering over the tiny orphan.
“It’s a tool,” he finally settled on.
“A tool?” Mob echoed.
“Yes, a tool.” Reigen waved Mob over to follow him, walking them both into the
side room of the stage. He walked over to the cabinets that held the wine and
altar bread, figuring he’d distract the child by making him help.
“For what?” The boy asked, his hand absently grabbing onto himself over his
clothes as he stood by Reigen, staring at the container in his hands.
‘Oh god… why must you tempt me so?’
“Genesis 2:18-25” Reigen recited, knowing the scripture by heart as this was a
common topic among the young children. “The two shall become one flesh.” Reigen
handed Mob the large wine glass to hold as he spread the wafers across the
silver tray evenly, preparing for morning mass.
Of course that hardly answered Mob’s question, for he gave Reigen a cross eyed
look. He appeared more lost than he was to begin with.
“Well, you know how boys and girls have different private parts?” Reigen asked.
Mob nodded, “Girl’s have kitties between their legs and boys have peanuts!”
Well that was certainly one way to understand “pussy” and “penis”, but
whatever.
“Correct, and those private parts are made to… touch.” It didn’t matter how
often he had given the talk to children, it never got any easier. At this point
he would have already sent the child off to one of the nuns for a better
explanation. But… Mob was, without meaning to be, one of his favorite students.
And he felt he would be best to explain it to this shy boy, who seemed to
follow him around like a duckling most days.
Despite his less than spectacular explanation, Mob continued to nod to himself
as if he had gained wise knowledge.
“And so when you meet a girl you love, you… make love. And a baby is the
result,” Reigen finished off, unwilling to go into explicit details. He
attempted to avoid the topic by walking out of the room again, tray in hand.
“With a girl you love?” Mob repeated, skittering after Reigen with the
communion wine glass in hand.
“Indeed. Well, that is if you don’t become a priest,” he snorted, “Then you
won’t do such acts with any woman.”
“So you can do it with boys?”
Reigen stopped in his tracks, dropping the tray of the lord’s flesh to the
ground.
“Ah, father!” Mob scampered over to the piano to set the glass atop of it
before running back to Reigen, who still hadn't moved an inch since his
question. “Are you ok?” Mob asked, hopping down the stairs to help pick up the
spilled altar bread that covered the floor.
Regaining his senses, Reigen shook his head to shake out the disgusting
thoughts that rolled through his mind. “Yes, I’m fine,” he assured, crouching
down besides the boy to begin picking up the bread as well.
“Good,” Mob said, nodding to himself. “Then you can answer my question.”
‘Oh gosh darn it,’ Reigen cursed in his head, looking up to the sky for holy
guidance. And when he looked up, he saw the stained glass window that portrayed
the nativity of sweet baby shota jesus.
“And what question would that be?” Reigen asked, praying that Mob would have a
short memory span and instead ask something else. ANYTHING ELSE. He would
rather give him a lecture of erections than to have to explain-
“Can priests make love with boys, since they can’t do that with girls?”
“Nope,” Reigen answered firmly, not having to make it a bigger deal than it
was.
“But… but what if, you love a boy?” was the tiny, shaky reply that followed.
“What?”
Mob stared up at him with flushed red cheeks, gnawing on his lower lip. It was
clear he wanted to say something.
“What is it?” Reigen pressed on, staring at Mob expectantly. The boy squirmed
under his scrutiny.
“It’s because… I want to maybe make love with Father Reigen, because… Because I
love you...” His small hands fisted and pulled at his night gown, fear of
rejection clouding his features.
Reigen felt as if he was just hit by a freight train. He had no idea how he
could properly react. Sure, it was easy for the little angel on his shoulder to
scream “SAY NO YOU DIRTY OLD MAN,” but… but it was more difficult than it
seemed. Especially with how Mob stared up at him, so desperate for his
approval…
“I can’t do that, my boy you don’t seem to understand-”
“I do! I learned about it in class yesterday, a-and they showed us dia-dia…
phragms…” He paused, nodding to himself positive that he was shown diaphragms,
“that showed how it works!”
“And so you know that it can only be done between a man and a woman,” Reigen
responded, equally stubbornly.
“Nuhuh, the older boys told us that two boys can do it,” he answered back,
brows knitted tightly together.
Reigen would have to give the older kids a firm talking to.
“Mob, it doesn’t work that way,” he tried to reason.
“Why not?” Mob deadpanned. He genuinely could see no wrong in such actions.
Reigen rubbed his forehead, groaning under his breath. “Because that would be a
sin…”
After that response, silence fell. It took Reigen a good minute to build up the
courage to look up, hope to see Mob had scurried off back to his bed, or was at
least smiling at him like usual. But instead he was met with the sight of Mob’s
tear stained cheeks, quietly sniffling to himself.
“Oh- oh no, Mob,” Reigen reached forward to tug on Mob’s shoulder, nudging him
closer. He squatted down to be at eye level with the child again, pressing a
tender hand on his cheek to wipe away the tears. “Why are you crying?”
“Because this happened because of you!” He shot back, pursing his lips back.
“I-it means I’m a sinner, a-a-a-and I’m not gonna go to heaven, and then I
won’t get to see you, and-” he trailed off into jumble of incoherent noises.
“What?” Reigen backed his hand away as if he had touched fire. He couldn’t
believe his ears, couldn’t believe the audacity of this child. And most of all,
REFUSED to believe that his briefs were getting tighter…
“I w-was thinking about boys making love -hic- like the older kids said. And…
And I was thinking of me and you… making… that…” he muttered, gaze falling down
to the crimson red carpet, fists desperately trying to wipe off his own tears.
Reigen couldn’t help but feel like he had messed up. He was walking on
eggshells at this point, and he would be a filthy liar to deny that a tiny part
of him asked… what would be so wrong?
Reigen was going to hell.
“Then, can’t you help me?” He said, staring up at Reigen with… NO. NOT THE
PUPPY EYES! REIGEN’S ONE WEAKNESS!
“Please…” Mob whispered under his breath, squishing his chubby thighs together.
The fabric at the front of his crotch was tented up into a tiny erection.
Reigen took a deep breath. This wasn’t right. Sure he’d heard countless of
scandals and rumors of fellow men of cloth doing such acts. But to even
conceive that he’d stoop to such a vulgar level?
...
“Fine.”
If he was going to hell, he was going out in a bang.
***** The Flail of God *****
Chapter Notes
     F...Fifth try... posting this... jesus has abandoned me for this
     blasphemy it seems.
     But I bring us back on this holiest of days to give you straight up
     porn. Enjoy! Hopefully it's fapworthy :3c
Mob’s moment of elation was cut short when Reigen grabbed onto his arm and
practically dragged him out of the cathedral. The boy’s short legs struggled to
keep up, having to resort to half jogging to keep up with Reigen’s speed walk.
Giggles escaped his lips, despite the sudden work out, and it sent such
excitement through him to see Father Reigen was just as eager as he!
Reigen had to get this over with quick, before 7:30 so he could get on with the
morning’s services. Though the thought of facing the church elders after what
he was about to do… It sent his stomach sinking.
Yet there was not a moment of hesitation as he stopped in his tracks, picking
up the small orphan who was panting from the short corridor run. “Sorry for not
doing this earlier,” Reigen murmured, sitting the boy on his forearm so he
could walk the rest of the corridors to his dorm.
The boy’s face lit up at the free ride, and Reigen couldn’t help but reminisce
of all the times he had done this before. Not with the same intentions in mind
of course, but he could recall 3 year old Mob by his feet, waving his arms at
him to be picked up. And Reigen would always give in, even going through
several morning masses with the giggling toddler at his hip while he spoke.
Eventually Mob got a little too old for Reigen to carry him for over an hour.
And now… Here he was. At the door of his room.
He pushed the door open and shut it behind him, striding over to his twin sized
bed that had just been made. Reigen gently set Mob down on middle of the bed,
crawling up after him to loom over the child on all fours. Words escaped his
mind as he saw Mob caged between his arms, cheeks flushed as he smiled up at
him sheepishly. And the child looked so small…
“Father, should I take off my clothes?” the orphan asked innocently, fisting
the front of his gown between his fingers.
“N-no, not yet,” Reigen sighed, leaning down to press his face between the
crook of Mob’s shoulder and head. The boy giggled, lazily batting away at the
Bishop’s head.
“That tickles, Father!” he squealed, squirming under Reigen.
A sigh escaped Reigen’s lips which only made the boy wriggle harder, far too
innocent for what the child was practically begging for just minutes ago. “I
know my child, I know… Just…” He had to say something.
With great reluctance he lifted his head off Mob, and instead faced the child.
Their breaths intermingled as they panted just inches away from each other.
Reigen held himself upright with one forearm, taking the liberty to softly feel
the non-existent curves on this young boy’s waist.
Mob hummed, arching his back for more touches. “What are you waiting for? Can’t
we make love already?” He whined, growing impatient with the waiting.
Reigen laughed under his breath. May God forgive him.
“We will, I promise I’ll help you right now, but I need to go over a few things
first.” Reigen’s hand traveled lower towards Mob’s thighs, and he dug his
fingers into the soft baby fat.
With a shaky nod, Mob relented to listen. “Hurry up then!”
Reigen leaned down to press a small peck on the boy’s nose to satiate him for a
moment. “Alright, then I need to know what you know.” Reigen pushed himself off
of the child, and couldn’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Mob’s face.
“What?” Mob asked, pushing himself up on his hands into a sitting position.
“You know…” Reigen struggled to find the right words. He couldn’t tell him this
was wrong. There was no way he’d ever want to even risk the boy feeling shame
for any of this. But he had to find a way to make him understand that this
wasn’t normal.
“Most people won’t understand what we’re going to do,” Reigen finally settled
on, sitting himself on the end of the bed. His back was against the wall, knees
bent up to fit himself on the width of the mattress.
Mob hummed thoughtfully, “What do you mean by that?”
Reigen bit on his lower lip as he thought over each word carefully. “Hundreds
of years ago, people thought the world was flat. Did you know that?”
Mob cocked his head and shook it, “Nope.”
The man snorted, nodding. “Well it’s true, long ago even the church believed
the world was flat. That if you walked just far enough… you’d fall off.”
“That’s silly!” Mob giggled, seeming to lose focus of his original impatience
to get it on.
“I know! And we know that the world is round now, but it took a very long time
for everyone else to believe it. In fact, some people went to jail for saying
the world was round.”
A tiny gasp escaped Mob’s lips, eyes widening at the odd notion.
“So what I’m saying here is… There are a lot of people these days who will
believe what me and you are going to do is wrong.” Reigen finally said, heart
aching when he saw the pained look on Mob’s face at the news. “But we can still
do this. We can still believe, and know that… this isn’t wrong,” he promised,
struggling to even speak at this point.
“So… We can’t tell people about this?” The timid voice asked.
Nodding, Reigen sighed. “They won’t understand. So we have to keep this a
secret, because no one else will understand…” He expected the boy to get second
thoughts at this point, fully accepted the possibility that Mob would back off.
“So we’re special!?”
Huh?
Reigen looked at Mob’s expression and fell silent. The boy was looking up at
him with glittering eyes, nothing but pure excitement now.
“Like the people who knew the world was round before, they were super smart! So
we’re like them, huh?” Mob smiled, bouncing in his seat.
Reigen smiled at the boy’s eagerness, and nodded. “Yes, we’re special. You’re
special,” he clarified, motioning the boy to come hither. And Mob scrambled to
Reigen’s side, on his hands and knees. His cheek was pressed against Reigen’s
arm as he wiggled in anticipation for what was to come.
Any sense of guilt of questioning dissolved in Reigen’s mind, and he realized
just how truly he loved this boy. How genuine his love was, beyond the rest of
the… monsters who touch children. They just wanted to take advantage of
children. But not him.
He took this boy in as a baby. An abandoned child in the cathedral stage,
screaming for the parents that had abandoned him. And Reigen had been the first
one to take him in his arms, and rock the child to sleep. Reigen himself was
still only a teenager living in the church when this happened, and even then he
knew this boy was something special. His love for the child was stronger than a
parent, a teacher, even a lover. How he lived without this child before… was
beyond him.
This was clearly the next natural progression for them. And Reigen, always a
selfless man, decided to be selfish for once. He wanted to make this last.
“Mob, what do you know about self pleasure?” Reigen asked, looking down at the
boy who was practically rubbing his face on him like a kitten.
The boy paused mid nuzzle, staring up at Reigen with furrowed brows. “What do
you mean by that?”
Reigen took in a deep breath as he prepared to jump to the point of no return.
“This…” Reigen slid his hand down the boy’s torso, stopping right at his
crotch. He softly pressed the back of his hand up to press against Mob’s
childish erection, and the boy immediately gasped. So sensitive… “This is going
to happen more than once. In fact, now it’ll probably happen every day.”
Dread washed over Mob’s face at the life sentence of having a penis.
“What we’re about to do is going to help it go down,” he promised, immediately
relaxing Mob. “But I won’t be able to help you every time this happens. And
you’ll need to know how to take care of it yourself.”
Mob nodded dutifully, pushing himself back to sit cross legged on the bed. “How
do I do that?”
Once again Reigen just had to pause to appreciate the sight before him. The
nightgown pulled between Mob’s crossed legs, yet the slightest bump could still
be seen at the crotch. And the child himself had an expression of pure
determination to get this on with.
“Alright, now you can take off-” He didn’t get to finish the sentence before
Mob practically flung the nightgown off, leaving him in nothing but his
bloomers. And even those didn’t stay far too long before he kicked them away,
tossing them on the floor to pile with the discarded pajamas.
“Now what?” Mob asked, looking as if he was about to partake in an important
mission. His body was nothing short of divine. A cute little cock stood erect
between his legs, a flushed pink dick over plump balls. Reigen’s mouth
salivated at the thought of having his entire mouth clamped over the boy’s
crotch.
Not a complaint could be heard from Reigen as the front of his cassock tented
up. Instead he decided to teach him with visual help, and wordlessly lifted the
end of his robes and nearly ripped the buttons off as he undid them. He stopped
undoing the buttons just above his waist, allowing his black briefs to be
exposed. The child was drooling at this point, eyes stuck on the bulge in
Reigen’s underwear.
“Alright Mob, f-follow along carefully,” he stuttered, excitement impairing his
speech. He opened the front slit of his briefs to pull out his erect cock out
of the opening, the head already glistening with precum. A tiny gasp came from
Mob’s lips, but otherwise he was in a seemingly silent trance as Reigen
cautiously traced his fingers down the shaft of his cock. He kept a close eye
on Mob to make sure not a moment of hesitation could be seen. And when he was
confident that Mob was sure of himself, absently touching himself as well in
sync with Reigen, the man finally wrapped his hand around his cock.
Mob whined low under his breath as he followed after, his chubby fingers
wrapping around his cock with only three of his fingers. They panted as they
stared at one another, both holding back for different reasons. But the moment
that Reigen began to stroke his hand up and down the entirety of his cock, Mob
followed right after, pumping his tiny erection with as much vigor.
“There you go, y-you’re doing perfectly,” Reigen gasped, arching his back off
the wall as he watched Mob begin to enjoy himself. His fingers desperately
stroked his cock, searching for a peak that he didn’t know about. “You just
play with it like this, and the erection will go away,” Reigen sighed, reaching
out with his free hand to pat Mob’s thigh.
It seemed as if the boy had hardly heard him, and Reigen would have repeated
himself had it not been for his shaky, “Y-yes Father,” he muttered, eyes
switching between Reigen’s eyes and cock.
Reigen laughed under his breath, “Yes, oh God,” he cringed at his own language,
but there was no helping it. Not when he could feel tears prickling his eyes at
the amazing gift he had been given here.
It took only minute for Reigen to tell the tell tale signs that Mob was
reaching an end. The boy’s hips were rutting, hand stuttering as he worked to
stroke himself faster. Mob wasn’t even looking at him anymore, instead bent
over himself with shut eyes as he toyed with his cock for the first time.
But Reigen was a selfish man. And while he felt his own end coming soon as
well, he didn’t want this to be over. Not yet.
Mob was lost in himself, panting and whimpering as he rocked his hips up to
fuck his own hand. So close, so close, so close-
Reigen tugged Mob’s hand off his own cock, ending his self pleasure before Mob
could reach his peak.
“What!?” Mob gasped, fat little cock twitching in the empty air for more. “No,
please, I need more!” Mob tried to use his other hand to grab onto himself
again, but Reigen grabbed his other wrist captive as well.
“I know, I know you want to finish, but not yet,” Reigen panted, mesmerized
with the way Mob’s chest rose up and down in rapid succession. “I promise I can
give you something better, don’t you want that? Something so much better,”
Reigen rambled, nearly delirious himself.
Mob looked at him skeptically, but nodded. Reigen smiled and pulled the child
onto his lap, pressing them both chest to stomach. He could feel his cock
rubbing against Mob’s plump tummy, and the child’s cock twitching against his
own. Mob fell face forward into Reigen’s chest as he attempted to hump Reigen’s
cock, so eager for his own release.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” Reigen huffed, a smile still on his lips. He reached down Mob’s
back and pressed a single finger between the boy’s cheeks, circling the pad of
his index finger around the tiny, untouched hole. “Didn’t you say you wanted to
make love?” He cooed, leaning down to press kisses on Mob’s head.
A muffled “yes” was his answer, Mob’s face still shoved on his chest. He didn’t
make any attempts to move away, and instead arched his back to press his ass
further out. Mob then had the gall to wiggle his pert little ass, his way of
demanding Reigen to hurry up.
Reigen had tortured the child enough. “Ok Mob, you’re going to have to help me
with this then.”
Mob groaned, but leaned away from Reigen’s chest. A string of drool connected
them still, and Reigen raised a brow. ‘Huh, convenient’ he thought, taking it
as a sign from God that he was given the green light to continue.
Wordlessly he stuffed two fingers in Mob’s mouth, rubbing it against the
child’s tongue. Mob clumsily licked and drooled on the Bishop’s fingers as
well. Once Reigen was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away and pressed his
drool dripping finger back against Mob’s hole.
This time however, he pushed his index finger right in. Mob screeched, going
face first into Reigen’s chest. ‘Darn!’ Reigen thought, refusing to move his
finger. He allowed Mob to simply sit with a finger up his butt, not daring to
move.
Luckily he didn’t have to, for the boy was determined to feel the pleasure he
was promised. With what little understanding he had linking what the older
children had told him, along with what Reigen was doing, he seemed to know
where this was going. So he followed along after a minute of adjustment, and
pushed himself to begin moving.
No air was left in the room for Reigen, head spinning as reality hit. An almost
trance like state took over his mind as he looked down at Mob, hands fisted on
his robes, knelt legs straddling Reigen as the child began to fuck himself on
Reigen’s finger.
Reigen slammed his head back into the wall. This had to be a dream. A sick,
sick dream that he’d wake up from. A dream he truly never wanted to wake up
from. Not with how beautifully Mob began to get the hang of his movement,
growing confidence as his anus squeezed around his finger.
“Father, Father Reigen please,” Mob panted, throwing his head back as he sped
up. What an eager little boy… “More, hurry, I want yuh-your thing in me.”
“We can’t yet, not yet, just a few more fingers and I promise I’ll-” he held
himself from saying Fuck. No, he wasn’t going to fuck this child. There was no
doubt in his, or Mob’s mind, that they were going to- “I’ll make love to you,
but just a little more work.”
A tiny pout tried to form on Mob’s lips, but Reigen shoved a second finger in
the boy’s tight ass before he got a chance to. Mob squealed at the sudden
stretching and smiled. He actually smiled at the sensation that was clearly so
painful - his eyes watering, thighs twitching. But he was so full of joy as
paused mid bounce, and allowed himself to get used to the sensation of being
filled by the only person who knew love from.
They fell into an easy movement of Reigen occasionally pushing his fingers up,
and Mob doing the majority of the work himself. And it didn’t take long for
Reigen to finally press right against the spot made Mob screech in surprise.
Reigen nearly pulled his hand away afraid that he had hurt the boy, but Mob
immediately clung onto his arm.
“That, there, yes, feels so good Father,” Mob gasped, eyes nearly rolling back
as Reigen sunk his fingers back in. And this time purposely began rubbing the
tips of his fingers on Mob’s prostate.
One finger later, Mob had enough waiting. He was stuffed with three of Reigen’s
large fingers, finally getting the hang of the motions. Mob knew what felt
good, and what didn’t. It was finally time to take the plunge and demand to be
given what he was promised.
“Father Reigen,” he moaned, blinking away the tears of pleasure that rolled
down his cheeks. “I’m ready, I want to make love.”
“Are you sure?” Reigen asked, but already slipping his fingers out of Mob’s ass
fully prepared to push right in.
“Yes! I’ve been ready!” Mob bit back impatiently, not allowing Reigen to have
the upper hand a second longer. He reached down to grab hold of Reigen’s cock,
angling it up before sitting directly on it.
They both shrieked in unison. Mob at the sudden penetration, reminding him that
he was not in fact prepared enough. And Reigen because of the intense tight
heat that enveloped his cock for the first time, sending his eyes rolling back
from pleasure.
Reigen clung to Mob’s small body holding him down in place. They both sat
still. Reigen was afraid to move, and Mob couldn’t move. The boy reached down
between their bodies to splay his fingers across his lower tummy, eyes wide as
he pressed down.
“Father, I can feel you…” he whispered in awe, ignoring the tears that rolled
down his cheek. And Reigen groaned at the curiosity of this child. It took
every ounce of will in his body to avoid pushing the boy down and fucking into
him nonstop.
But being the needy little boy he was, Mob powered through the initial pain and
began moving first. He knew in the back of his mind that this temporary pain
would be so worth the pleasure. After all, Father Reigen had assured him so!
Just minutes in, Mob was bouncing on Reigen's cock eagerly, drool trailing down
his chin. His hands laid flat against Reigen’s chest, occasionally bunching up
in his robes to help him regain his rhythm again. Reigen’s hands stayed at
Mob’s thighs only helping his stay upright, light encouragements whenever Mob
found himself becoming overwhelmed.
A large smile was spread across Mob’s face the entire time. His eyes fluttered
as he found pleasure with being full of his guardian’s cock. He murmured words
of gratitude and pleasure, over and over reassuring Reigen that he loved it, he
wanted more, harder, faster, please!
Reigen came first, forcing Mob down flush against his hips for the first time
so he could release deep inside his little boy. Mob gasped, twitching with
every pulse that Reigen’s cock gave inside of him. A look of pure joy was still
plastered on Mob’s face, tittering to himself as if he had accomplished
something grand.
But Mob still hadn't finished, so Reigen continued to encourage Mob to bounce
on his spent cock. Eager to reach his own end, Mob didn’t complain and
continued to slide up and down the entirety of Reigen’s dick. The semen served
to make the movements easier, and Mob was practically losing his mind in
pleasure. His little fists were held up to his chest as he finally decided to
become selfish, and pressed his ass down to the base of Reign’s cock. He
grinded down on the dick up his ass, spreading his thighs wider.
Getting the clue, Reigen reached out to lazily stroke Mob’s erection. Mob
continued to release a series of odd sounds, between giggling, whining, and
even mumbling complete nonsense as he dropped his hands around Reigen’s fist.
He urged him to hold tighter as he finally reached his first orgasm. He was
incapable of producing semen, but Reigen hummed in content as he felt the
prepubescent cock twitch between his fingers. And Mob certainly wasn’t
complaining about a fluid that he’d never experienced before.
“H-hah, oh, thank you Father, thank you,” Mob mumbled, peppering kisses on
Reigen’s still clothed chest. He collapsed against him, boneless. “It, it felt
so good, I love doing grown up things with Father,” The boy smiled, nuzzling
into his chest.
“Good,” Reigen sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of Mob’s head. “I love
doing grown up things with you too, you did such a good job.” And he attempted
to slide his softening cock out of Mob’s cum filled ass, but Mob immediately
made a noise of annoyance and sat his bottom right back down again. Reigen
whimpered over the sensitivity of his cock, but didn’t argue his love's
desires.
Suddenly Mob looked up, propping his chin on Reigen’s chest. His cheeks were
flushed red as he stared at Reigen’s eyes, pursing his lips as he thought hard
on how to articulate his next phrase. “Father, could you maybe… Give me an
adult kiss?”
Cupid himself was in the room and just shot Reigen in the heart. And the man
couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable shyness the child still maintained,
even after these most… un-innocent of acts. “Of course my child,” Reigen
assured, leaning over to give Mob a chaste kiss on the lips for the first time.
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