(Explicit) Sketch: Worship At Your Altar

EDIT: I wrote a story for this! :D Imma warn y'all now, I'm rusty af at writing smut. They're still dating in this, though they've certainly progressed somewhat into their relationship. Toffee sucks a dick and then has feelings about it. Content warning for slight breathplay elements.

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Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name-

With familiar ease, Toffee bobbed his head, cheeks hollowing. Dragging his tongue down the underside of Bob’s cock, he sucked gently on the head- unhurried, drawn out- until finally, it popped free from his lips. A parting kiss. Wet, sucking, obscene.

“Havin’ fun down there?”

You have no idea.

Toffee's only answer was a dry chuckle, a low, husky sound that floated lazily through the dim room. He nosed his muzzle underneath the man’s cock, savoring the weight of it against his snout. He could hear the faint, mildly embarrassing thump of his tail against the carpet- as well as the ragged sound of his own breathing, desperate to fill his nostrils with the dizzying scent of his lover, all musk and sweat- the sensation competing with the slick taste of salt on Toffee’s tongue, the feeling of Bob’s claws digging into his scalp, urging him on- 

God. He could spend eternity down here.

“Didn’t quite catch that, sweetie.” He fixed Bob with an innocent smile, stroking coyly at his shaft. “Is somebody feeling a little impatient?” Unable to help himself, he cooed, “Is someone an eager beaver…?”

Bob’s only answer was a huff- though whether of amusement or frustration, Toffee couldn’t tell- before he reached to grab Toffee by the jaw. Toffee let him part his mouth, sorely tempted to suck on the man’s fingers- and closed his eyes when Bob guided his dick back inside. Bob rolled his hips, sawing in and out of Toffee’s mouth- before he gripped the back of Toffee’s head and pushed in fully.

 Toffee’s nose was at once buried against Bob’s belly, and he felt the delicious jolt of his lover’s cock ramming the back of his throat -oh god, yes, his voice would be hoarse tomorrow- 

A faint alarm bell chimed in his head, dimly noting the blockage of his airway. Still, he gripped hard at Bob’s hips, jaw stretching wide, his throat starting to spasm around the intrusion. He struggled to swallow, and his vision began to darken at the corners. His eyes pricked with heat, and with a shuddering, half-choked moan, he felt a lone tear trickle down his cheek. 

It was absolute ecstasy. It was bliss.

But Bob had to spoil the fun, of course. He let go- and Toffee lurched backward in a coughing fit, lungs heaving for air. 

“Ah, shit, Toff, I'm sorry!” Bob was frantic, eyes full of concern, “Was that too much, bunny? D’you need a break?”

Bunny. God. That was Bob’s secret pet name for Toffee, used exclusively behind closed doors. He’d dubbed him so because of Toffee’s long ears. Toffee normally found it delightfully cutesy, but ‘cute’ wasn’t quite the atmosphere he was aiming for at the moment.

Briefly, he wrestled with the urge to demand that Bob seize him by his long, stupid bunny ears, to use them as leverage to fuck his throat properly. Again and again, until Toffee’s dazed, dick-drunk brain shut down from sheer oxygen deprivation. The thought alone was enough to make him salivate, and he wet his lips.

….Mm. Perhaps some other time.

 Toffee shook his head, fully exasperated. “I’m fine, Robert. I wish you wouldn’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“I'm not!” Bob puffed up at once, indignant, “I mean I don’t, I-! I'm just tryin’ to be, uh, y’know-” He only grew further flustered when Toffee leveled a flat stare his way, cheeks flushing red, fumbling for the right word. “...You know!”

“Do I?”

"......Attentive.” Bob grumbled, a little lamely.

Oh.

“...Aw, Bobby.”

“Quiet, you.” Bob crossed his arms with a harrumph, pointedly refusing to meet Toffee’s syrupy-soft gaze. 

“You’ve been very attentive, sweetheart.” He tenderly kissed Bob’s thigh, and was relieved to feel some of the tension ebb from his muscles. “Don’t worry so much, okay? If I need you to stop, you’ll stop.” Toffee couldn’t help himself now, his serene smile was rapidly taking on a lustful edge. He curled his fingers around the base of Bob’s dick, already licking his chops. “Otherwise…”

Bob flushed darker, and his hand brushed nervously against Toffee’s cheek. “Uh. You sure you didn’t need a glass of water first-?”

Lord, this man. With a roll of his eyes, Toffee turned and engulfed Bob’s cock in the wet heat of his mouth.

Bob, bless him, let out an honest-to-god squeak, and in that moment Toffee thought that he just might adore him, this tiny ridiculous man.

This burst of affection was abruptly overtaken by a surge of unfamiliar, possessive instinct. Toffee growled, the sound muffled around his mouthful. He dug his claws into the meat of Bob’s ass, hauling him forward, taking him deep. Nose pressed to the coarse fur of Bob’s groin, he remained there, his throat working. He gazed up at Bob with half-lidded, smoky eyes, and he hoped his lover got the message. 

Mine. You are mine.

“Fucking hell, doll.” Bob breathed, “You're incredible. It's like you were made for this.”

That hushed bit of praise- far too goddamned earnest for it's own good- earned him a minor flurry of tail-wagging on Toffee’s part. Toffee, feeling ridiculous, felt his face bloom with heat, his heart beating a little too fast-

His growl broke off into a whine as Bob gently cupped both sides of his face. Biting back a sigh at this show of yet more of Bob’s infuriating (...endearing, really) sappiness, he nonetheless lifted his hands to cover Bob’s own, giving a soft squeeze of reassurance.

But Bob ignored the gesture, instead sliding his hands further back, ruffling against Toffee’s ears. He bit his lip, glancing away from Toffee’s curious eyes- before clearing his throat.

“Y’know, bunny, I never really noticed before, but your ears are kinda like, uh….Well. It’s almost like your head comes with built-in grip handles.” He squeezed them gingerly- experimentally- and Toffee promptly forgot how to breathe. “Huh. I bet I could…”

Well glory fucking hallelujah.

“...If that’s okay with you, I mean.”

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes please god YES

Toffee wasn’t sure he’d be able to find his voice even if his mouth hadn't been full of dick. He’d never wanted anything more in his life. He felt his own hips buck helplessly, and he whined again, tail whipping into a frenzy behind him. He nodded as best as he could, squeezing Bob’s hips, urging- hell, begging, if he was being honest.

Oh, but Bob was a merciful god. He gripped both of Toffee’s long lop ears in one hand, drawing them back like a ponytail. It hurt just a little, a delicious spark that ripped down Toffee’s spine- and that was all Toffee had time to process before Bob yanked him forward. In an instant, his whimper was cut off, smothered, the very breath punched out of his lungs- as Bob shoved the full length of his cock down Toffee’s warm, waiting throat, as far back as his body would allow.

“Is that good?” Bob panted, still not quite able to entirely curb the worry seeping into his voice. “Feel okay?”

You complete me, Toffee wanted to say. 

....What came out sounded more like “Mmnguh.” 

Trembling, he instead managed a weak thumbs-up.

“Heh. Good boy.” 

And just like that- finally, god- Bob began to move.

Toffee’s world fell away. Everything seemed to shrink down to this one moment, this chaos, the feeling of Bob thrusting forward, filling him, then hauling him back by the hair, using him, fuck- before driving his hips back home, pounding Toffee’s throat so brutally, beautifully hard, knocking every thought loose from from his head. The air filled with wet, garbled noises that would’ve mortified Toffee any other time. Guh. Was he drooling…? 

Far more pressing, however, was this, this sense of completion, the sensation of being made full again and again, being broken apart and made anew. His muscles going slack, mind dissolving into mush, until all Toffee knew was this, this feeling, this purpose, reduced to being an object for Bob’s pleasure, a hole for him to fuck and fill with load after brimming load-

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done-

“Fuck. Toff, hon, I can't- Getting c-close, can I-” 

How adorable it was that Bob felt he needed to ask permission. Didn’t he know that Toffee belonged to him, and only him?

Toffee didn’t bother with a response. He merely reached up to cup his partner's balls, fondling, caressing, encouraging his release, letting his longue loll out in anticipation-

With a delightfully loud string of swears, and a stutter of his hips, Bob burst.

Toffee’s mouth was flooded with a gush of thick, salty heat- and obediently, he swallowed it down. The excess still managed to escape from his lips, slopping down his chin. Bob pulled out slowly, still pulsing (bless him, oh bless him), and Toffee felt warm cum land on his cheek, across his muzzle, faster than he could send out his tongue to lap it up. 

Bob’s fingers, meanwhile, had yet to ease their possessive grip in Toffee’s hair, and Toffee gripped him in turn, nails digging into Bob’s thighs, feeling the quaking muscle, drunk on the knowledge that it was he who had reduced Bob- his perpetually stoic, stern partner- to this. 

On earth, as it is in heaven.

“God…” Bob was nearly doubled over, both hands braced against Toffee’s shoulders, breathing as though he'd been gut-punched. “God….”

Their eyes met, and Bob’s mouth parted.

Lead us not into temptation-

Kneeling beneath another man, Toffee felt the all-too-familiar sensation of shame beginning to well up in his gut. What a mess he must be right now- his hair ruined, knobby knees aching, his mouth spit-slick, and still sporting a generous coating of the unmentionable. He shrunk into himself, lifting his hand in a feeble attempt to wipe his muzzle. “Um-”

But Bob's eyes only softened- and before Toffee could blink, the man had hauled him upright, as though Toffee weighed absolutely nothing- and crushed their mouths together. 

It was a dirty kiss, all teeth and tongue, and Toffee instantly melted into it. Bobby kissed him just like that, messy, cum-covered, his tongue swirling in Toffee’s mouth, tasting himself on Toffee’s lips- oh, heavens. It was as shameless as it was sensual, enough to make Toffee’s toes curl, and he moaned softly against Bob’s assault.

Bob wrapped his hand around Toffee’s own drooling cock, pumped him once, twice, three times- and with embarrassing ease, dragged him over the edge. Toffee’s body drew tight like a spring- before he came with a choked wail. Bob was there to guide him through it, pressing kisses to his shoulders, his neck, to his mouth, until Toffee was boneless, wrung-out, a quivering wreck that had to clutch at Bob simply to stay upright.

“There we go.” His praise was a deep, low rumble in Toffee’s ear, and Toffee shivered. “That's my good boy”.

And wasn’t it absurd that that, of all things, was what made Toffee’s eyes water.

The blood-thundering rush of release had evaporated, replaced by a crash of hormones that doused him like a spray of ice water. He’d flown too close to the sun, chased after his wanton urges like a harlot in heat, and worst of all,  Bob had seen. Bob knew. Bob had indulged him, had actually humored Toffee’s depravity. Why? Was it merely cheap curiosity? Pity...?

Toffee felt- exposed, suddenly. Raw. He tensed in Bob’s arms, shrinking away from his touch.

“Hey, you okay?” 

Bob’s voice sounded oddly distant to Toffee. Like he was speaking through glass.

Exhaustion and emotion twisted together in Toffee's mind, swelling into a tangled mess that threatened to burst him apart at the seams. It was too much to process at once, far too much-

With a cut-off, shuddering sob, he buried his face in Bob’s neck.

“Toff….?”

 A humiliated whine escaped Toffee. It wasn’t fair. He'd been feeling so good before, so why was he falling apart now? Here, where Bob could see? Bad enough the man had already borne witness to him, a so-called man of faith, begging and pleading like an addict after his fix. Bob had seen Toffee’s rawest and most uninhibited self so many times now, but never quite to this degree of gluttony, of outright lechery- and now he had to witness him blubbering like a fool, for reasons Toffee couldn’t even articulate. 

God. He truly was a mess. Bob must find him absolutely pathetic.

Bob hesitated for a moment, unsure. Then, with firm decisiveness, he locked his arms around Toffee, drawing him into his lap. 

“Easy, hon, easy. It’s okay.” he murmured, “You’re okay, Toff.”

The gesture only prompted another bitter, miserable sob- Toffee cringed at the sound of it- but Bob only held him tighter, rocking him through it, and wasn’t that sad. As though Toffee was a child. As if he wasn’t a forty year old man that should be better than this by now-

“S-sorry-” He tried-

“Knock that off, I said. It’s okay.” Bob cut him off gruffly, then pressed a soft kiss to Toffee’s cheek, so reverent it made Toffee's breathing hitch. “M’ here, baby. I got you.”

I got you.

-but deliver us from evil.

Bob cradled Toffee’s chin, trying to coax him into lifting his head. Swallowing hard, Toffee finally dared to look at him, but Bob didn’t regard him with judgement or contempt or even entirely justifiable annoyance- only.....concern. And something else, a softer emotion that Toffee couldn't quite place. He used his thumbs to brush away the last of Toffee’s tears, and the tenderness of it all made Toffee’s skin burn, his heart pounding loud in his ears-

“Babe, you got just….so much snot leaking outta your face right now.”

Toffee snorted at that, ducking his face against Bob’s neck. "You really are attentive, Robert.”

“You better believe it, snot faucet.” Bob snickered, then pulled him into a kiss. Gently, delicately, as though Toffee was the most precious fucking thing on earth.

I got you.

His hand came up to stroke the base of Toffee’s ears, rubbing away the last of their lingering ache. Oh, but Bob was warm, and he was strong, and he was so terribly kind- that Toffee felt the tight lump in his chest slowly, finally, begin to dissipate. Like rainwater flushing out gutters.

Hm. Bob liked cleaning gutters. He’d probably appreciate the metaphor. Toffee smiled to himself, just a little. 

For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory. 

Toffee slumped against his partner with a sigh, letting himself be soothed by the hands rubbing circles into his back, by the steady thrum of Bob’s heartbeat. He drew his arms tight around his lover, returning his embrace. 

Wasn’t it silly now, that for their tremendous size difference, Toffee had never felt more safe. His tail came to life again, thumping gently against Bob.

“I know, Bobby.”

For ever, and ever.

Toffee thinks he might just love him, this strong, ridiculous little man.

Amen.