I'm sorry but i imagined adult priest yohan and wrote this.
Jun sat cross-legged on the bed, Bible in his lap. The pages fluttered as his hands trembled. Yohan sat behind him, calm. Too calm. “You said you wanted to study,” he murmured, lips grazing Jun’s ear. “So go on.” Jun licked his lips. “…Psalm 23,” he whispered. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not—ah—want…” Yohan’s hands were on his waist. His thumbs moved slowly. Very slowly. Jun gritted his teeth. “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the—hah—still waters…” Yohan’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his sweats. Jun’s breath hitched. “He restoreth my soul… He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His—His name’s sake—” “Say my name,” Yohan whispered darkly, voice low, sinful. Jun shook his head. “No—I… I have to finish—” Yohan moved his hand lower. A firm grip. A sinful pace. Jun gasped. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of—ah!—death…” “You’re shaking, baby,” Yohan breathed against his neck. “But you’re still reading. Such a good little believer.” Jun’s voice cracked. “I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me…” Yohan bit his shoulder—just hard enough. “Thy rod and Thy staff, they—mmn—comfort me…” “Oh, I’ve got a rod for you,” Yohan growled. Jun whimpered. The book dropped. His knees fell apart. His breath caught. And as Yohan pushed him gently forward onto the sheets, he whispered: “Forget the Word of God.” “Let me write mine into you instead.”
I'm sorry but i imagined adult priest yohan and wrote this.
Jun sat cross-legged on the bed, Bible in his lap. The pages fluttered as his hands trembled.
Yohan sat behind him, calm. Too calm.
“You said you wanted to study,” he murmured, lips grazing Jun’s ear. “So go on.”
Jun licked his lips. “…Psalm 23,” he whispered.
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not—ah—want…”
Yohan’s hands were on his waist. His thumbs moved slowly. Very slowly.
Jun gritted his teeth.
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the—hah—still waters…”
Yohan’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his sweats. Jun’s breath hitched.
“He restoreth my soul… He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His—His name’s sake—”
“Say my name,” Yohan whispered darkly, voice low, sinful. Jun shook his head. “No—I… I have to finish—”
Yohan moved his hand lower. A firm grip. A sinful pace. Jun gasped.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of—ah!—death…”
“You’re shaking, baby,” Yohan breathed against his neck. “But you’re still reading. Such a good little believer.”
Jun’s voice cracked.
“I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me…”
Yohan bit his shoulder—just hard enough.
“Thy rod and Thy staff, they—mmn—comfort me…”
“Oh, I’ve got a rod for you,” Yohan growled.
Jun whimpered.
The book dropped. His knees fell apart. His breath caught.
And as Yohan pushed him gently forward onto the sheets, he whispered:
“Forget the Word of God.” “Let me write mine into you instead.”