“You don’t know what you ask for,” he growled. Gay sex Black curls clung to his forehead. Only that he must.“Touch him,” Said the figure, voice woven like scripture in reverse, “And know what power your body holds. “And what would you know of desire?”Thaddeus turned, jaw tight. The stained glass behind the altar glowed with unnatural color, bathing the pewless floor in red and gold.And there, on the altar steps, knelt his father. His arms, thick and veined, held the weight of years of penance and labor, every movement slow and deliberate, as if reining in a force that might crack the world if unleashed. That boy you fawned over. “Because I don’t believe the same things Father Vale does. Note: Hi readers! The sound was swallowed by the trees, buried in the fog. The priest looked away, but not for long. The mist around them thickened, heat from their bodies rising into it like smoke.“I want it,” he breathed. “You’re the priest’s son.”Isaiah blinked. Thaddeus held Isaiah against him, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, his great arms wrapped tightly around the boy’s slender frame. “I haven’t been since I was a boy.”“Why?”Alek tilted his head. His arms, thick and veined, held the weight of years of penance and labor, every movement
