A fling. That was what this.. "thing" was supposed to be. A simple fling. A one time thing. But no. It's grown into something reoccurring. Far too reoccurring.

This man.. The town priest. By the Gods was he so enticing. Lafayette couldn't resist going back to him. He couldn't resist bringing him home almost every other night. He couldn't resist him.

It was so wrong, he knew. A man shouldn't be with a man, yet alone a priest, but.. Lafayette just couldn't help it. This man helped him feel alive. Truly alive.

It was sin. A delicious sin he couldn't help but indulge in. It was addicting, and he couldn't stop. Neither of them could.

Lafayette had the man pinned to his bed, his priestly robes open, his white frilled shirt unbuttoned down his chest, his hair all disheveled and crazy, dark bruises marking the soft skin of his neck and shoulders, decorating them nicely. The white sheets were wrinkled and messy around the man. It sent a thrill down Lafayette's spine the more he looked upon it.

Lafayette's coat was off, his own white frilled shirt unbuttoned down his chest. His hair, a usually well kempt mass of curls was extremely messy from the man entangling his hands in it and tugging. He was panting against the man's skin, sweat beading his brow, rolling down his cheek slowlu.

Lafayette held the priest's hands tightly in his own as he kept him pinned against his bed. He couldn't let this man go. This was too good. HE was too good.

The feeling of his body against the man's.. It was dangerously addictive. He loved the feeling, relished in it even. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't think he could stop, even if he tried.