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"Saeran, your garment is wrinkled."
The moonlight finding its way through the glass on the walls, sharing the sky above and the millions of stars paired with the tall standing moon in the middle, taking all the spotlight of the many already dead lights. Beautiful. The blue light, the dark shine of it filling the room at the latest of hours, the perfect partner for the dancing silence all around. The mysterious feeling of the night, never giving aware what's hiding inside. What's happening behind the curtains. Keeping the secrets to improve their beauty every single night. Gorgeous. Your delicate hand brushing lightly over the white fabric to make it wrinkle free, to make it perfect. Fingertips as soft as the garment itself, never in need to dirty them ever since becoming the one thing you deserved more than anything else. A Queen. No need to touch anything, never required to bend over. As all these nasty movements weren't meant for a precious woman like yourself, that's what your little puppets are for. All the ugly aspects of life far away. As far as the moon, to never have you fear for pain. It's such a pretty position and yet, nobody knew who you are. They saw your face with every inch visible, however, they would never assume you're their rightful owner. Such a sweet make-believe, a ghost in the shadows living like a Queen. Meanwhile the boy with mint colored eyes in the front, speaking empty words to leave the people to pray, to wish for salvation. Caring all the emotions as they assumed he's the King, the Savior leading to paradise. Little did they know, he's also your sweet little marionette. But of course, he's much different. You adored your pretty boy the most, even more than Rika, which she wasn't aware of. Graceful. With his beautiful white hair, shining in all colors depending on the light to either seem warm like the sun or ice cold like the night. The shaped body of someone tender, someone soft and able to show compassion. Yet the tall posture you've teached him to hold even in heated situations. Showing he knows he's better, he's the best of them all and not afraid to shame upon a sinner. He's both, he's sweet like a flower and solid as a stone, the way you adored him the most. That fit to him perfectly. The reason you made an exception to touch something other than your own clothes, as it's all for him. Nobody deserved your touch, the feeling of your soft fingertips for none other than your sweet little boy. Only he could have it and you knew he's grateful for your generosity. As it should. Beautiful.
"... Thank you for fixing me, (N), my Queen."
His voice firm whenever he opened his mouth, yet a petty touch every time his words were directed at you. Always showing his devotion in the same time where he continued to be the role that he'd been born for. A smile appeared on your lips, looking at him through the mirror of the room. Mint eyes stable, never in need of wavering as they never forgot you would care for him. Either way, no matter his name. As long as he's your little hypocrite there's no need for him to fear your presence. Beautiful. He's so beautiful with the cold stare, no emotion to be found. But he's looking at you, of course you're able to see the truth underneath. After all, you're his Queen. You knew him best. And he's aware of it.
"My dear Saeran, I can see the gratitude in your eyes."
Hand continued to fix every inch of his garment, the pattern feeling slightly rough under your touch. The many layers, blue, golden, white. All the colors worthy of a King at its finest quality. Saeran never took his gaze off you, watching you tip toe from the left to the right and take care of his appearance. He had to look perfect whenever the people saw him. They had to believe he is the perfect Savior. Pretty. You're truly a goddess, regardless of what you wore. But you did look your absolute best with your boy beside you, it let you seem much more defined. Much weaker, as lowlifes would describe it. When in reality you are so much taller than him, stronger in every aspect of your being. And that's why you protected your little marionette, even if he's hard as steel. A wall like himself needed care from time to time as well, why else would you be his Queen? Why else would you be the truthful Savior?
"Do you wish for me to pick your shoes as well?"
You asked in a sweet voice, the melody like honey to yourself. Perfect. The Savior nodded to accept the offer, hands over another in a calm manner. Of course he would want you to pick his shoes. He relayed onto you since you're his lifesaver, you knew better than anyone else that your little boy wished for you to decide every single thing in his life. You're his true salvation, all he needed to do is listen to you. That's how things always fell out to Mint Eye's advantage, that's how everything continued to stay perfect. He's not devoted. He's dependent. And who are you to leave your favorite boy in the dark? Not with the way he's so prefect for you. Kneeling down in the first time of months, you inspected the shoes one by one, taking your time to find out which pair would round up his mysterious appearance. Humming as you couldn't decide between the white pair and the golden one, both very gorgeous in their own way. Two pretty sides, different from each other to create multiple powers and yet, they worked so well together. Just like your little hypocrite. You stood up, holing up both pairs in front of him. The dress of yours falling softly with your hair stroking over your shoulders.
"I cannot decide, with one would you prefer?"
"The white ones, my Queen."
You smirked, already aware which pair he'd pick. But still wanting to hear him say it, to confirm once more that you knew him better than he knew himself. So sweet. Perfect. You handed him the shoes and watched him putting them onto his feet, now the outfit's complete. Your stare piercing through every movement he made.
"Do you know? When I went out last night to pray.. I was wondering about something."
He seemed almost confused, it's very amusing to see his emotions still shine through the layer of ice. Of course you weren't praying, someone as perfect as you wasn't in need for God's help. You had your goals firmly in your hands, as if you ever had to ask someone other than yourself for help or guardianship. Perfect. As he stood straight again, graceful as ever, your hands folded behind your back like you're a bit shy.
"I wondered if you would give up your name as Savior for me. So I want to know. Would you do that?"
Silence filling the air around you, his face continued to be wrinkle free. However, the flash inside the mint eyes couldn't be overlooked. You smiled even wider, eyes halfway closed to represent your own calm. There's no need for you to ever feel stressed, pressured or even embarrassed. None of these terms are even remotely made for you. There's no way he could get out of this one, as it's a direct question from you. Saeran must've thought carefully. Beautiful. As you expected. His name as Savior's the one thing keeping you from harm, yet if you wished for something, he would never refuse to provide it. The conflict's put in this sentence on purpose. You did it for him to remember what you are to him, what you did for him. Desiring for the little boy to admit his obsession. That he could never betray you, that he's incapable to breath without you.
"Whatever your wish is, I will give my life to make it come true. If it were your wish to drop me off to bring salvation yourself, then I would of course give it up immediately, my Queen."
Words you heard more often than the prayers of the Believer from Mint Eye. Perfect. Of course he'd do that, it made you giggle lightly. Look at him, such an obedient little marionette. Such a good boy. Such a prefect appearing Savior. Feeling satisfied with his words, you took a step to pat his head. He went down to his knees right away, bowing to not only let you reach his head better. But also to admire you. Oh, this sweet boy, what would he do without you? He wouldn't survive if you ever leave him by himself, not even Rika could bring him true salvation like you did. He's so lovely to you, never even thinking about disrespecting you in any subject or situation. That's why you adored him as much as he adored you. You patted his head a bit stronger, the white curls slight bouncing under your touch. His hair's not as nice as yours, but it had its sharm.
"Oh my sweet little Saeran. You're such a good Savior. Shall I pray to you instead to God?"
You asked playful, letting your fingers rush through his bleached hair. Making them a bit more chaotic, the way he wore them when he still believed in delusions, the time where Rika had been blind to your worth and he treated you like a toy. Too far gone to realize you're the only one who could save him. The rightful owner of this place, of the world that needed to be saved as well. A time he wore with guilt, which you're forgiven for. And now it was him asking for forgiveness. He never lifted his head when he answered.
"I don't deserve you pray to me, my Queen."
"Hm.. Who should I pray to, then?"
"Nobody. You don't need prayers, you have the answers. You're the Goddess."
The answer came straight, quick without thinking about it. Almost flattered you praised him with a kiss on the top of his head. Perfect. You knew he would understand. There's never need to doubt your little boy, he's smart. He's very intelligent, of course he would see the truth despite the silence on your view of the world. You didn't need to tell him anything, he would know either way. Another reason to adore him. He sighed quietly when your lips could feel his hairline, giving him a bit of affection. He earned it, after all.
"Very well then. Tell me another thing."
He nodded once more, a brand new smirk forming on your lips. The question about to fall with the voice he loved to hear the most.
"Would you be okay by me throwing you away?"
Innocence spilling with the volume of your voice, but you didn't miss how his body tensed up. There's silence in the dark, cold room as you continued to kiss the top of his head. Saeran exhaled loudly, never changing his position. You waited for him, waiting for him to admit he couldn't survive if you ever decided to replace him. Of course, you would never do that. He's the best boy you could find, the perfect shield to protect you. Keeping you a beautiful secret, nobody could ever be as good as him. However, it didn't mean he could rely on such a thought. It's required to teach him nothing is ever set in stone, scare him enough in a way he couldn't forget how critical his role was. And how you are the one pulling the strings. Beautiful. The way you could move him without a single complain, regardless the amount of pain it caused him. He needed a reminder who's in charge from time to time. Rika would do it to prevent him from growing arrogant, but that's not necessary. You did it to make him stronger, so he could never forget the power you so generously gifted him. It took a long time until he answered. His firm voice now slightly wavering, which showed the training wasn't done yet.
"... Yes. I'd let you throw me away whenever you wish. It wouldn't matter."
"That's not the truth, Saeran. Never lie into my face."
Now his shoulders reached the maximum amount of tension. But you knew he's lying. If it's Ray, if it's Saeran, there's one thing in the world that would never change. His fear of you throwing him away. Precious. Even with his unconditional devotion, the thought of you leaving him left him uneasy. Scared like a stray cat. Poor Ray couldn't bear the thought of you being gone, so there's no way he'll be okay with it. Your little boy could never feel okay if you should get rid of him, he'd do everything in his power to prevent that from happening. He's in need of your advice, of your guidance. Saeran needed all of your knowledge and decisions in order to live on. You stopped to kiss his head, that's the moment where he found his voice again.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me. It's true.. I wouldn't be okay. I would never be okay if you left me, as I need you. But.. if it's really your wish then I would accept it, my Queen."
Perfect. That's what you wanted to hear. No, he could never be alright without you and yet, if you ever wish for it, he'll make himself gone to keep you pleased. That sweet little boy would burn the planet for you, he'd murder everyone if you wanted him to. Saeran could cut his throat open only if you asked for it. How nice to hear him admit the truth, it's showing that he's still sweet deep down, even with all the stone acting on the surface. If it came to you, he could never hide the part of Ray.
"Better, I forgive you. But don't ever lie to me. I know when you do, my dear Saeran. I can read you like an open book."
He's aware of that as well, it's not the first time you saw right through his false words. Saeran could try all he wanted, but you would never miss anything. You're better than anyone else around him. It's not his fault, he's obligated to stay around lower people all the time as they're too stupid to keep their eyes on the path by themselves. He could lie to them just prefect, he's trained more in lying than praying. But not when it came to you. Beautiful. You're way out of their league, he could never hide anything from you. He could never lie to you without you finding out. Showing you're the perfect Savior for this little boy. As he wanted to get back up, you stopped him by pushing his shoulder back down. His beautiful eyes glowed as they looked up to you, for a brief moment it's Ray staring at every feature on your face.
"Tell me, Saeran.. Do you pray for me as well?"
The question's not quite the one laying on your tongue. He's able to catch that immediately, to your liking. Saeran lowered his head again and if you didn't adore it when he showed respect that way. Bowing as much as he could to stay small for you, when for everyone else, he's the tallest in the wide world. Perfect.
"Every single day. I worship you, my Queen. There's not a day passing without me admiring your very own existence and how lucky I am to be under your leadership."
"Oh my, you're so open about it. I wonder. Do you still feel the way you did when I first arrived?"
All the questions, all of them weren't necessary to be asked. You knew the answer to them like the back of your head, like you knew the little boy. But how could you not let him acknowledge it all? With his strict voice as he's trying to stay perfect for you, doing it so well sometimes you lose yourself in the moment. But even in the situations where you went too far, he wouldn't point it out. He would never complain, he'd just nodded his head when you asked if it's too much. Trying his best to please you, to keep you proud he's under your shelter. Something shifted in the air as well as his voice, a vulnerable touch to it. More warmth coming through the window of the dark room.
"I never stopped loving you."
A sentence so simple, yet it's having more meaning than any speech he ever held for the Believers of Mint Eye. You're certian he didn't want to say the word at first, as he's afraid you take consequences for going too far. However, you knew he loved you and he's aware. So there's no way he could lie about his heart, and how it pounded only for you. Beautiful. There's slight blush creeping over the pale, almost ghost like face of his. Even with head bowed, it's still bright enough to be witnessed. How adorable. All his feelings for none other than you, leaving you to either care for them like a fragile flower or to crush them into a thousand pieces. Wide open for you to accept or decline, causing him to feel wanted or useless. Having full control over the way he felt, as it's the only way for him to gain anything out of life. You're his only reason to breath. As it should be. For the second time this night, you kneeled down. His face only meeting yours after you pushed his up by using a finger. He looked straight into your eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hide the longing away. Every time you would bring up the topic of his very own feelings, he remembered how far away you felt by now. How you're too good for him to be around all day. Poor thing, he loved you with all his heart. But how could you ever allow it? There's a repetition for him to maintain and a throne for you to keep clean. How sad. Your finger traced the shape of his jawline, eyes still on his and cashing a shiver down his spine.
"I know you do. How much do you love me?"
"I'd do everything for you. There's nothing I wouldn't try to be the one you care about. I'd die for you in the blink of an eye, my Queen."
He more or less stumbled over the words as they busted out of him. It's very Ray-like, he reacted very similar when he'd still been around. You smiled again, letting your fingertips stroke over his cheek next, touching his temple. He's truthful, so there's no need to dip any deeper, at least for now. Perfect. You could do whatever you wished with him and you always have. Every single time he proved his words. The second hand found its way onto his face, cupping his cheeks for a moment, just to increase the blush to deepen a few shades. The graceful Savior looked so submissive under your touch, it's quite amusing.
"What would you do if I didn't feel the same? What if I tell you I adore Rika more than you?"
As soon as the color gave his face some life, it disappeared again. You refrained yourself from giggling to keep the illusion going inside his head a bit longer. Again, it's just a lie. Of course you would never adore anyone more than your sweet little boy with white hair and mint colored eyes. It took him a lot of selfcontrol to not tense his jaw underneath your fingertips.
"Is... Is that the case..?"
Oh, there. Now his ice cold facade's breaking away. Showing he's still the scared flower he'd always been. That the Savior everyone cheered for so dearly's a big lie. You narrowed your eyes an inch, just enough so he could notice.
"That's not an answer to my question."
He tore his eyes away from you, trying to breath through without you finding out. Beautiful. Saeran closed them for a short moment to open them with newfound distance. An effective way to ignore his emotions to keep his calm composure for the sake of his image. That's what you wished to see, he's getting good at it. It let you feel proud of yourself for giving him so much strength.
"I won't mind it being the case, I am not worthy of your feelings my Queen."
The smile reappeard on your face. The right words, it's as if he learned what you liked to hear the most. It might be the case, Saeran's a very fast learner. You fluttered your eyelashes sweetly then.
"Now, now. Have I ever said you're not worthy of my care? You should know I adore you. And only you."
It's time to give him a bit praise for the way he performed so perfectly every single day. As established, even a Savior's in need of affection from time to time. And who are you to refuse it? It's not like you didn't want it either, even if you're the better one. He's still your little puppet. Your sweet flower boy. Your Saeran. He's all yours and who would you be to neglected what belonged to you. Now the color reappeared on his cheeks, a whisper to thank you before he let your touch be the main focus. Closing his eyes as you held him between your hands. Perfect. You leaned in to brush his lips with yours when he's distracted. His eyes snapped back open then, only a movement away from kissing you.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
You asked, breath hitting his lips. Saeran's body began to tremble by the question. It managed to make your smile even brighter.
"I don't deserve it."
He stated, making you huff as a result. Yes, he's becoming prefect at pretending but sometimes you just wished for him to be more bold. Just a little bit.
"I didn't ask if you deserve a kiss. I asked if you want one."
A moment of you just hovering above his lips, waiting again as he wasn't sure if you're trying to somehow catch him misbehave. However, you're not having any intention at the moment, only wishing to hear him say it. That he wanted you to kiss him. Beautiful. That he wanted you. An unstable sigh left his lips, right against yours.
"Yes, I want to."
"Then kiss me, my Savior."
Half mocking the Believers who called him by that title and half playing around, your lips met his when he leaned in. Every time you kissed him, they're a bit chapped, regardless of how much care he put into his health. Perfect. They moved so smoothly against your own. Nobody could even dream of kissing you, nobody on this earth would be worthy of it. But your little flower's just hard to resist at times, especially when he's such a good boy. Saying the things you wanted to hear, showing he's capable of keeping his attitude regardless of how painful your words let him feel. He's perfect for you. As you're perfect yourself. It's all so perfect, you'll never let go of anything that defined him. You tilted your head a bit, allowing him to come closer and deepen the kiss. His tongue licked over yours to ask for entrance, and you would never deny him. A little whimper filling the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, brushing yours to feel the sensation of the intimacy. You allowed him to take the lead, to explore all of you and taste how good you were for him. He's needy, acting in a way it showed he missed you. Sweet, he's addicted to you in such a beautiful way. If you'd let him, he'll kiss every part of your body in slow motion. Worship you with every touch. Showing how much meaning he put into it. Your body felt good by the thought, maybe you should let him do it in front of the Believers to let them see who's really in control. How their oh-so-noble Savior could become a puppet himself just to make you happy. Your hand went back into his hair, going through it to pull for a moment. It caused Saeran to gasp into the kiss, giving you the opportunity to take the lead and explore his mouth next. Now as you're feeling his lips against yours again, it left you to notice that there's something about your little hypocrite that you missed more than expected. The kiss shifted by your realization to something more aggressive, demanding by how good it felt to know you're having him under your control. Able to get everything you wished for without a word. Saeran whimpered into your mouth when you pulled harder at the white curls, fingernails of yours scratching on his scalp in a way you knew it left him to want more. You knew exactly what to do to get this sweet boy hooked up, to leave him want so much more than he ever got. His body betrayed the desire perfectly, the way its shaking underneath every single touch of yours. You pulled away from the kiss, leaving a trace of salvia between your lips until you spoke, voice a bit more dark now. And you loved hearing yourself this way.
"Are your thoughts slipping to something sinful, my dear Saeran?"
Obscure whether it should mock him or spurt him on. His eyes blinked dreamily, too caught up in the feeling of the kiss with his stare directed at only you. Beautiful. Whenever you left him to make his inner instincts spill over, there's an animalistic kind of desire written in his face. It made him seem so dangerous, and yet if someone's to fear, it's you. He would never be able to scare you. As you're the one he needed the most. Your hand felt good when laying it onto his thigh, the pants already warm by his raising boy temperature. It's your goal to make him think of all the buried imaginations that never left his head, his heart. You knew he still had them, he already had them back then when his name was Ray and they never left, either. He began to shake when you let your hand wander up, as high as it could go without ever touching anything that would be a sin to God. He's a Savior, wasn't he? So his only devotion shall be to God in order to be holy. Oh, if they knew how you could take all of his innocence with a simple touch. It made you giggle. He didn't answer your question, aware he could never hide it away and therefore forced to confess his sins. Such a bad little boy, how a simple kiss could take all his grace away. Now as you're thinking about it, you found another question to be asked.
"Is your silence a yes? That's unacceptable for a Savior, don't you think?"
"I apologize, my Queen. You're just so charming and beautiful."
Of course you are, he let you know that every time he showed his eyes to you. It's always deep underneath, hidden but still open enough for you to never forget. You're indeed charming. You're indeed beautiful. But so was he. Perfect. He fit so well in your perfect world made out of lies and make-believes. Saeran avoided the emotions in your face, as he knew it would be disrespectful to keep his confidence as Savior after admitting he's everything but holy. He became better at behaving perfectly every day, such a great marionette he was. It gave you an idea after you stood up, brushing your dress to fall the right way after lowering yourself. But for him, you allowed it.
"Such an inconvenience. I suppose you have to go confess your sins and ask for forgiveness after the ceremony.."
You stated, letting him get up as well with his head lowered. Most of his white hair to be seen this way, even if he's taller than you. The grin on your face's unmistakable, letting his thoughts wander on purpose. He's their Savior, caught up in a lie where he's their perfect king to bring salvation. Yet, the truth's he's just a little boy yearning for your approval. For your touch and praise to know he's doing it right, the way you wanted it. Beautiful. His behavior adapted to make you proud of him, whatever happened. So, it's time to give him something back for the hard work he accepted in order to put him under pressure just for you. Such a sweet little flower. Saeran nodded to your words, you never expected anything less of him. You touched your own cheek with the index finger, titling your head in the sweetest way with the darkest of eyes directed at your boy.
"This time you'll do it in front of me. I want you to admit everything going through your head, my dear Saeran. And I decide if you're forgiven or not."
His cheeks deepened a shade, knowing you're going to be the one he had to admit all his thoughts to. The imaginations how he wanted to ruin your innocence, make you dirty despite the holy image of the place you're living in. The thought left you to feel excited, you really wanted to hear what it was exactly he wished to do to you. Someone so perfect, having shame put upon her in the Savior's very own head. And there's no way for him to lie, as you would catch him right away. Tonight he'll be on his knees for you, not just praying but asking you to forgive his thoughts. Didn't matter if you wanted him to, it's just all show, anyways. Perfect. Poor boy couldn't know you wouldn't forgive him either way. Since you couldn't. Having him think about you as someone who's okay with being stained's nothing to forgive. However, reality and imaginations sometimes weren't mutually exclusive. A last time you rushed your hand over his shoulders before pointing to the door with your bright eyes.
"Well then. Show them who you are, Savior. And after you're done, meet me in the chapel. I will be waiting for you."
Time passed by, the moon on the highest point of the sky. The speech of his longer than suspected, but it's all for Paradise. It couldn't be rushed if you wished for people to believe this big, empty show. You sat on the chair in front of the altar, already let some Believes prepare his appearance. The light of candles inside the little chapel, just for him. The Mint Eye Believers had their own, a much bigger one inside the Magenta building. However, your little hypocrite of course had to have his own. He's too good to kneel down between all these lowlifes. Still not worthy to pray in the same room as you, however. As much as you adored your boy, it's impossible to let him pray beside you. How troublesome. With the all the patience in the world, you enjoyed the sounds of the night coming through the window. Closing your eyes to feel all of it. It didn't matter how much time passed by, nobody would stress you to leave and go after your duties. As they're all for Saeran to be finished, he's the one doing the work for you. To keep their stings attached and your body from any physical pressure. The sound of the chapel door made you open your eyes again, head comfortable inside your hand as you saw the one person you adored the most. Saeran carefully closed the door to walk into the center of the place where he spend most of his time. Either praying, hearing out Believers and then decide for forgiveness or blaming their mistakes. He's standing straight, never showing weakness and yet, you could tell he's nevous. Even if there's no sign of it, just knowing he's going to tell you what he often imagined about you's enough to know. Not able to keep in the smile as he kneeled down in front of you, you watched him. He kept his head low, hands already folded together. With the little light of the candles all around, it made him look like a ghost coming in at midnight's hour to haunt a holy place. He's silent, so you decided to take the lead.
"My dear Savior, you have sinned. Haven't you? So tell me. And I wish to hear everything."
"Are you sure you wish for that, my Queen?"
He countered. Obviously scared to admit how he longed for you. How much he wanted you despite everything and everyone. How cute. He's scared after he says it all, you'll be sick of him to the point where you decide to throw him out. And even though that's what was suppose to happen, how could you ever get rid of your little marionette? He's too precious to be thrown out like garbage. Every other human being wouldn't deserve your forgives, only he could own it. And you both knew that. You put one leg over the other, dress slipping up and revealing most of your soft skin. A brief second where he watched the scene, so short nobody could notice, but he's sitting in front of you. You noticed everything he did. As you nodded to show that's indeed your wish, Saeran sighed. A sound of being defeated, knowing he's not able to get out of it. He gathered courage, you could tell and it just amusing you even more. Almost curious to find out, you wanted to picture the same dirty things that he had thought about before. Seeing how badly he wanted you, but would never ask for.
"... My thoughts have been unholy in the latest of hours since you arrived, I have to confess."
Hearing him admit it with his stone facade breaking away due to embarrassment's quite entertaining. It caused you to roll your eyes, he could never tell as his head's low to show his repent. The little boy's innocence about to be ruined in front of you, in front of God as you're sitting in a place build for him. You wiggled your feet back a forth, staring holes through his body.
"Is that so? Tell me about them. And don't hold anything back from me, if you want to be forgiven."
"I–"
His voice broke off, clearing his throat to continue without any stuttering. He tried very hard, you could tell by looking at his body language. His hands used more strength to remain calm, knuckles turning slightly whiter.
"As you're my Queen and therefore the person I believe in the most, I wasn't able to stop myself from thinking about you.. all of you."
He was talking about the bush, but you had left him. As it's not only interesting to see this tall standing man being on his lowest point by something as simple as imaginations. It's also very nice seeing that little boy, he'd been since birth, breaking through all the training. He's in need of more, you made a mental note for later. Already figuring what went through his mind at some nights, you wanted him to say it. Speak his desire for you. Fear you. Saeran exhaled once more before letting some tension fall from his shoulders to seem more elegant, albeit the nasty things he's about to reveal.
"My Queen, I thought about touching your beautiful, soft skin with my fingertips. I thought about kissing your perfect lips all night. I imagined.. you in the prettiest of dresses, hair falling perfectly and eyes looking at only me. Taming me."
Such nice words, leaving you to bath in compliments at the same time as he tried to not say the things that went truly through his head. Cute. The way he imagined you in the perfect clothes with your eyes scanning him from head to toe in order to keep him in place, nothing that didn't happen before. However, there's a lot he thought of that never took place. You hummed in agreement, acknowledging his words but not about to judge any of them. Not right now. Saeran leaned back more as you wiggled your foot in front of his body, catching his attention and make him look up. His mint eyes showed insecurity, the fear of saying the truth. But he could see in yours that's exactly what you're waiting for. Saeran lowered his head once more, another minute of silence.
"I thought about.. your hands undressing me. Touching my skin as well. I imagined you doing everything you want to me–"
"And that would be? Go on, say it."
"... I thought about you pinning me to the bed."
There, now he's speaking what you wished to hear ever since he entered the chapel. You licked your lips, the taste of your strawberry lipstick much to your liking. Very tasty. Your little hypocrite breathed through before he lay it out on the table. Or in front of your feet, all for you. Only for you.
"I wondered what's it like to be tied up to the bed by you. How it would feel when you bite my neck and leave marks to prove I am only yours.."
He stopped himself for a moment, trying to look up but ending in vain as the confidence broke into pieces right in front of his very own Savior. You bit down a chuckle. He's trying too hard to not let the embarrassment shine through, that's just making him even more adorable. With a little sigh you took off your black ballet flat to have one foot bare. Of course he understood as his hands careful took it to hold it up. Look at the great Savior, praying and confessing his sins to you like you're his only goddess. Maybe he should use that nickname instead, it's more fitting for someone as perfect as you.
"But my dear Saeran, if I mark you, the people would find out how false your prayers are. How false your every single word is."
"I wouldn't care if I only can have you make me all yours."
Oh, that's quite bold for him. It surprised you so much, your pretty eyes widened at the words. You could feel a familiar warmth creeping over your cheeks, it's been a while you felt such silly emotions. But if you would confess yourself, then you'd say you missed him being so romantic. He's very open about it as well, he wanted you so badly. How adorable your little boy could be. The smirk on your face turned into a devilish grin.
"You're already all mine. Saeran."
His name left you with a strict voice, forcing him to see into your eyes regardless how ashamed he felt. As his hand began to tremble while holding your foot, you lifted your head back up. Giving him an ice cold stare to remind him of his place. But no matter how hard you tried, there's no way to hide away the slight rough touch inside your voice.
"Did you think of sleeping with me as well?"
"I am ashamed to confess I did, my Queen."
He admitted, leaving room for you to punish him by having such inappropriate thoughts. To think he's having the right to imagine your naked body, or the sounds that would fall from your lips when being inside you. Oh dear, now he confessed the one thing you've been waiting to hear all night. To hear he secretly wanted to ruin your beauty by feeling pleasure for himself. How unacceptable. Your little boy's all silent now, waiting for you to either forgive him for these sinful thoughts or kick him out the next minute. It didn't matter, he'll accept his fate, he would let you do everything when it's you. That's why you took your foot away to put it back into your shoe, standing up from the chair to be even taller than him. To prove you're the only one having the power to decide what's right and wrong. You're aware he confessed as good as everything. And now it's your decision as to what to do with the great Savior. The candle's flickered in the night, warm to leave the chapel feel more comfortable. But you're not going to let him enjoy it. Instead, you took his hands. Without hesitation he followed your movement until they're flat on the ground, above each other for you to put your now dressed foot onto them. Enough strength to squeeze his hands and cause him to hiss, but not actually hurt him.
"And you don't even regret thinking about it. Do you want me to give up all my pride and endanger your reputation just so you could have some fun?"
You asked in an angry tone, as if he's daring to have the audacity to imagine you in the most inhumane situation possible. Saeran didn't look up, his shoulders flinched when the words reached his ears with loud volume. Immediately he shook his head, not having any calm composure as the Savior anymore. Now it's only the scared little flower from the very first time after your arrival.
"No! I mean– Of course not, my Queen. I would never encourage something I don't deserve. I would never try to make you give up pride."
He frowned deeply to regain his image, eyes having a hard time finding hold with the emotionless face of his. Mint eyes staring down where your foot threatened to crush his fingers. The sound of your flat hand hitting his cheek filled the chapel for a moment. Poor boy, now he's having a sharp pain going through his sweet looking cheek. Your puppet didn't move from the spot, he just sat straight again after finding himself.
"You're very bold to be this way, Saeran. Do I have to neglect you for the next month?"
Aware such words would hurt him more than a slap in the face ever could. You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for him to disobey in order to look up and beg for you to not go that far. But he never went there, he just let his body show the fear by trembling without premission. There's nothing he hated more than anger you, and there's nothing that could hurt him more than you ignoring him. At least he's now silent instead of acting out due to fear. As much as he meant to you, he couldn't behave like he wished to. Thinking it's okay to speak against you in any way. Finally, even with your foot on his hands, the pain of the slap running through his nerves and the fear of you leaving him lonely, his face became wrinkle free. Perfect. There's your sanctimonious king. The hypocritical Savior of every Believer in Mint Eye. The puppet without any intention to raise his voice at you. As he spoke, it's back to the firm tone without any need to waver.
"I deserve it. Please, if I anger you, neglect me as long as you wish to."
It gave you back the smile by how easily the words fell from his lips, despite the nightmare this would be for the little boy. Satisfied you released his hands, which he continued to keep on the ground in the same position. That's better. He's perfect again. You sat back down in the chair, now that you could look at him, he's back to act like the role he'd been born for. Such a good boy. You figured it's time for him to be rewarded.
"I won't neglect you, my dear Saeran. After all, you do so well for me. And about your confession."
You started the sentence, stare piercing through him to find any hint of fear and see if you needed to increase the punishment. However, as your little hypocrite stayed the same way, you let yourself lose a bit of pride. He's very lucky to be the one you're doing it for, maybe he should pray to you more often.
"You are forgiven. So... I want to know, do you wish for me to grant some of these sinful thoughts?"
His mint colored eyes widened just an inch, looking back up to you without hesitation. You took the opportunity to take the end of your beautiful dress to lift it just a moment before it fell down to cover your skin. How cute, he's drooling on the inside. His eyes betrayed how much he wanted to say yes. Having his eyes on you this way, like all he wanted was to touch you's pretty sweet. Because you are all he wanted. You are the only thing in the little boy's life that he truly needed. He loved you, after all. As you repeated the sentence, Saeran fell out of his thoughts with dry lips.
"I would never want to ruin your beauty, my Queen."
Beautiful. The words like honey in your ears. However, for now you made the decision to give him a taste of what you're capable of. Proving all his imaginations could never be nearly as perfect as the things you could provide in the reality. You're a perfect Queen, all of you would be like heaven to the little boy. And he earned it, that's why you giggled over his statement.
"Oh, my dear Saeran, I know that. So let me tell you, I am willing to exceed your highest expectations. Now come here."
The blush that were caused by your promise looked gorgeous in contrast to the white, pale skin of his. You waved him over with your finger, watching his steady albeit submissive posture to take steps and stop in front of you. As he looked down to you from above, he indeed gave the vibes of a Savior. Someone so perfect and holy. A person who could accept other's mistakes and in the same time judge them to the bone for the smallest ones. He's so perfect for you. The excitement behind the wall of ice screamed for you to let him touch you. And who are you to deny this sweet little flower. With another gesture, you ordered him to kneel down again. And he obeyed instantly. He's the most lovely when being so small in front of you, a true sight. Feeling yourself heat up in way it's been ages, as only he could let you feel such humiliating feelings, you took off your shoes again. This time, both of them. Perfect. Saeran watched your evey move with care, like he's memorizing inch by inch of your body and what you're willing to let him see. His breath catched in the back of his throat when you lifted yourself back up to pull down your panties. The look on his face's priceless, he's in need to be careful, otherwise he might start drooling at the outside as well. Having the black, thin fabric in your hand, you grin down at him.
"Is that to the Savior's liking?"
Playful albeit serious, to which the little boy slowly nodded. Amused with his need to hide away the desire. You sat back down onto the chair, seductively running your hand over your thigh to push up the dress a bit more. He didn't even noticed he licked his lips, you almost shivered under his cool yet wanting gaze.
"Are you going to stare all night or do you want to start sinning in the chapel."
Only then he must've realized where you are again. How cute. Another shade of blush creeping over his face due to shame. But Saeran came closer regardless, so close he could let his head rest on your lap. You smriked down to him, hand back in his hair to storke through it. The dark shimmer in his eye's beautiful.
"Why don't you get a taste of true salvation, my Savior?"
You tapped on his lips with your finger, almost giggled when he nodded a bit too quickly. His hands found their way onto your waist, pulling you close enough for him to push the dress as far as possible. He sighed unsteady when seeing the lower half of your body naked for the first time. Suddenly desire began to spread in your stomach as well, pulling a bit on his hair to make eye contact. He must've picked up when his lips kissed your inner thigh. Now it's your turn to let out a sigh. Oh, you missed him more than anything else. And now you'll get all of him in a way where you could make it all yours. Perfect. Saeran took his time to worship you, kissing both your inner thighs and abdomen, leaving powerless bites to prevent marks from appearing. Your legs started to shake when he sucked on your skin, everywhere but not at the part where you needed it the most. Little tease he was. Taking his time to get all of you, acting so greedy. Such a cute little hypocrite. A lighthearted giggle left your lips, pulling on the white curls again.
"My Savior, can you make me pray?"
"I will. I make you pray to the gods all night if you just let me."
The words send another shiver down your spine, it's electrifying how serious he continued to act. Maybe you're a bit more into it than you let shine through. With his fingers still holding your waist in place, Saeran gave your clit a lick. The sensation made you grab his hair with both hands, it's been a while since you felt something so good. So hot and wet and yet so good. Your little whimper gave him more confidence to do it again, even slower this time to feel all of you. Oh dear, he's going to make you lose your pride after all. Your back bend over, trying to pull him closer. Saeran understood every single message your body send him and started to let his tongue go over your entrance, going back when you sighed to press against your most sensitive spot.
"Oh.. Oh Saeran, slow down. It's been a long time for me."
But he ignored your words when he captured you with his lips to suck. For a moment all you could see were pretty colors behind your eyelids. He did it so perfectly, even though this boy never had any intimacy with anyone before. It's probably because he's made for you. He's born for you, that's why he could do it in the sweetest way. Your words made him go faster, rubbing over your lower abdomen with his tongue, sometimes his teeth came in contact with your sensitive parts and made you gasp. He devoured you like it's the last thing he'll do in his life, filled with both desperation and arousal. Taking his time and yet going too hard on you when making you moan. He's quick to find out what you liked the most, how it let your legs shake when he teased you by pushing his tongue against your entrance, but never going deeper. He knew what he's doing to you. And you absolutely adored it. Your fingers held his hair tightly, and every time you pulled on them, he'll moan from the feeling. The vibration too good to be true.
"Oh... Ah- f-fuck, hey.. Saerannn.."
You tired to make him go easier on you, it's so much at once. But he never listened, on the contrary, when you said his name he went back to circle his tongue on your clit to push a finger into you. It's shameful how wet you're already are, but that's the hidden power of your little boy. He could let you feel so, so good. And it showed. You tightened your walls around his finger at first, they're longer than your own. Reaching spots you could never.
"Oh fuck– God.."
He let his finger explore your body with ease, making you feel better than you could let yourself ever feel. There's indeed one thing he's capable of beating you at, and it's brining you pleasure. You wondered for a brief moment why you didn't let him do that sooner. His mouth took distance from the hot mess between your legs, it almost made you whine. As he looked up to you, still pushing his finger in and out of you, you couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. His eyes. Perfect. So dark, filled with nothing but desire for you. It's so much.
"You asked me to make you pray, if I recall?"
"Y-Yeah.. I did– fuck.."
"Then my Queen, won't you pray loudly to me?"
Asking with a serious facial expressions, voice stone cold and it almost send you to heaven. This was dangerous. Normally he wouldn't dare to be so bold, but you could tell he's able to see you're into it. To your shame, you were. Even if he's yours, with such a look in his face while making you feel good, you figured it's okay to let him take the lead for once. After he said it, he went back down to suck on your clit even harder, using a second finger to spread them inside of you.
"Hah, fuck! Oh m-my... Hmm– Saeran.."
You lost yourself in this overwhelming pleasure, from head to toe you're filled with arousal and shivers of how good he made you feel. His tongue and fingers working perfectly together, making you lose your own composure more and more. He hummed when you said his name, the vibration causing you to tear up. It's so hot, every part of your body's twice as sensitive. Like a beautiful torture.
"Saeran, Saeran.. don't stop.."
"This isn't what you baptized me, my Queen."
Your back arched when he added a third finger, stretching you to the limit to make you feel everything. Going as far as possible and causing you to cry out. Only half aware he's now the one in control. But damn, if it didn't feel good.
"M-My Savior.."
You breathed his nickname, the name most people called him in this day and age. Saeran looked back up to you, the free hand going under your dress to trace your spine with his fingertips. You're about to lose it with his touch. The feeling of your lower stomach tighten made you go through his hair even harder, earning a little hiss when you went too rough. But it's so good, how could you stop yourself? Saeran took his fingers out of you, but not giving you the time to complain when his tongue went inside of you. Suddenly both his hands were back to your hips, grabbing you with force to pull you almost from the chair.
"Holy shit–!"
You cried weakly when he moved your body against his face, acting like he's about to die if you wouldn't let him do it. The sudden strength he put in his movements, the tight grip around your body, it reminded you of the time where he pinned you against the wall and bit your neck to leave a mark. You moaned softly, not sure how much longer you could take it. Having him underneath you like that, letting you set the pace when you started to rock your hips against his face, you're about to give in. The tight feeling of fire inside became unbearable hot, tears fell from the corners of your eyes.
"Fuck, I'm so c-close.. Saeran– ah.. please–"
It catched you both by surprised to have you beg for him. When was the last time you asked him something by saying please? Normally he's the one who had to say it whenever he requested something. You weren't in need of pleading as a Queen. But seeing his eyes when you said it, looking like he's about to eat you alive, it felt right to say. It felt so good you even said it again.
"P-Please.. please, Savior.."
He growled low in his throat, making you moan loudly again. Fuck. This was really dangerous. But too good to refuse. When he let go to push his fingers back inside and lick over your clit as you're so close, it took not a minute to send you over the edge. The fire inside your body released and spread through every single part of your body, making you see stars when having your orgasm.
"O-Oh my G-God..!"
You whined when Saeran continued to fuck you with his fingers, never slowing down and making the feeling last as long as possible until you started wiggling away from his grip from the overstimulation. He released you from his mouth and fingers, sucking them clean when you're only capable of breathing through. Dear God. This was perfect. He's so perfect for you.
"Are you okay, my Queen?"
It made you giggle breathlessly when he asked in such an innocent voice, as if he's genuinely concerned about your well-being. Something inside you suddenly felt so eager, even though you're more than satisfied with his performance. He didn't have the time to question anything when you got down on your knees to sit inside his lap. Pulling him by the garment for another kiss. Beautiful. Perfect. Gorgeous. Graceful. This little boy's all you needed in life. As you captured his lips with yours and pushed your tongue inside his mouth, you let your fingers run through his hair in a comparatively wild manner. Your body pressed against his when you pushed to be above him. After pulling away, his eyes were wide in shock, but also something else to be seen. For the first time ever, you're just not sure what exactly it was.
"You little pervert.. You naughty boy.. You really wanted this so badly, huh."
Not sure what's going on with you, Saeran stared up to you with new desire. Like he's just waiting for you to undress him, being the desperate little puppy he was.
"Of course, my Queen. You're my salvation, I worship everything about you."
And you gave him what he silently asked for with another kiss, just as needy as the first one. He moaned into your mouth, hands being back on your hips for stability and to prevent you both from falling over. You wouldn't have thought he could make you feel so good. So so good. He's so perfect. You would never let him go under any circumstances. This time, it's Saeran pulling away. His hand going over your back to keep you close with the stone cold eyes staring back at you.
"Use me in every way you want, My Queen."