Castiel sat in the confession booth, waiting for the next person to join him patiently. He always was a quiet man, shy, but preached loud and strong at his sermon. Castiel heard the slight creak of the confession door, barely stirring the praying believers in his church. There was silence as he waited and he heard only the hushed voices of the prayers. Castiel shifted silently, waiting for the other person to begin the confession.

"If I'm an honest man, Father, then I a'int ever been to a confession." Said a deep voice, scruffy voice on the other side of the thin wood.

Castiel's be damned if he didn't admit that voice didn't do things to him. He pushed the improper thoughts away, though, reminding himself he was in a house of God. He nodded, only able to see the silhouette of he other man. "That is very okay. I will keep what is said here confidential. No one will know what sins you have confessed to, only me, you, and god himself. You will be forgiven and given salvation. You will …show more content…
Dean's moans filled the house of god as did the sound of slurping and slight gagging. Castiel pulled off of Dean's cock, fingers still pumping as he spread some oil on Dean's cock with a shaking hand. Soon, Castiel's moans filled the echoing room as he pushed Dean into one of the pews.

Dean looked at Castiel, who was all flushed skin and messy hair from Dean's fingers. Dean watched as Castiel pulled his fingers from himself.

Castiel straddled Dean's hips, suddenly feeling like a whore. He didn't need much foreplay just a slight teasing and a kiss, Castiel was too far gone to care though. He sunk himself down on Dean's large dick, crying out in slight pain and pleasure. He looked at Dean as he began to move, sliding himself up and down on Dean's cock. Castiel dug his hands into Dean's shoulders, moaning and crying out with