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And now they were in front of an old church. It is now 11:43 p.m. There was only them and darkness...
The weather was so cold and the wind was blowing softly. Enough to make an eerie sound from the rustling of branches.
Varg glanced at his boyfriend silently, the moonlight making Pelle look beautiful as like a vampire. Pale skin and long blonde hair now glowing with the moonlight
Varg reached for his hand. The blonde didn't deny it and gently grabbed his hand back. He seem happy right now In the quiet forest, there are no people.
An old amedium sized church was in front of the two. Pelle held an old lantern. As they approached the church Varg couldn't help but smile softly,This definitely isn't the first date that others dream of. But he found it very romantic, he loved every moment he spent with the Swedish singer.
Even though he's tired of argument with Øystein... but it will be worth it.
Pelle slowly opened the wooden door, reach the lantern forward to look inside. They entered before Varg closed the door. he don't want the cold wind from outside to disturb them.
The blond placed a lantern on one of the chairs and began to walk around. The bassist followed him, closer, closer, until he could pull him into an embrace.
The singer turned and looked at him confused at first before grin when he knows what the bassist wants.
Varg rests his chin on Pelle's shoulder from behind. Hug him before slowly turning Pelle face to face. The two met each other's eyes. The previously cold air melted away with the warmth of the wooden chapel and the lanterns on nearby benches.
Pelle started first this time. He leaned closer made eye contact with him for a moment before raising his skinny hand, forcing Varg to close his eyes with those slender, bone-like fingers and held his face slightly tilted
Varg felt excited and aroused. Feeling your boyfriend's heat pressed against him. In the church the only light was a lamp.
"This time lemme take care of you.." Pelle whispered to his ear.
Varg's heart pounded. The blonde looks more seductive than ever before.
"Of course, whatever you want" Varg replied in a low, hoarse growl, barely a whisper.
The brown felt the other's warm lips press against his while still being shielded from view. It took a lot of effort for him to kiss back gently, not pulling Pelle into a harsh kiss like he usually did.
Pelle removed his hand from his boyfriend's face, when he felt his hand on his waist. The hand was trembling lightly from the tension. It seemed like he had put in a lot of effort to be gentle with the owner of this thin waist.
The singer continued the slowly kissing, like he playing with the dark-haired man's limited patience. Their tongues intertwined. kiss affectionately
They kissed for about 20 minutes. Not ashamed of the statue of the Virgin Mary The angels Including Jesus who appears to be watching the two commit shame in His sacred place.
Pelle was the one to pull away. Both of them panted slightly. The blonde looked impressed that the brown man had endured this long. deep inside he hoped that Varg would lose his patience and fuck him like a beast, but this was kinda romantic too..
He locked eyes with his Norwegian boyfriend again. The handsome face was slightly red. Long, dark brown, messy hair And those green eyes His gaze seemed to eat him alive
Pelle decided to reward the brown by returning to being the controller to him
“Now.. You can use me as you wish..” The thin figure leaned over and whispered hoarsely. Green eyes instantly lit up with lust.
Varg pulled Pelle into another kiss. This time there was no tenderness, It was a longing and possessive kiss. the strong hand began to caress the singer's body. Get under his shirt and touch his sweaty skin.
The two kissed passionately, not paying attention to their surroundings. The bassist grabbed Pelle's shoulder, pushing forward as their mouths remained close together. but Pelle accidentally hit a chair.
The sound of the lanterns hitting the ground caught the attention of the two musicians.
"SHIT." Varg let go of the singer's thin waist. Try to find something to put out the fire before it spreads further.
Pelle just stood there, wipe away the saliva from the corner of his mouth. His turquoise eyes now glowed reddish orange from the fire that was burning in the chair. A flame burns on an old wooden chair.
'beautiful' he thought to himself. he beginning to not want his boyfriend to turn it off now.
The Swede silently walked up to the brunette. Gently spelled on that shoulder causing the bassist can't help but turn his attention to him.
Varg raised an eyebrow as if to ask Pelle what he wanted. Pelle smiled, a beautiful but creepy smile. the bassist thinks it was sexy as hell.
"Why don't we just let the fire spread?"
“..You mean, let this church burn down?” Varg frowned slightly at that thought.
"Don't you think it's beautiful? The color of fire.” Pelle said like he's just talking about the weather “We hate this place anyway. I don't see any problems.."
Varg fell silent as the fire continued to burn. Now that it hadn't spread, he could still put it out, but dammit.. that smile that expression really seduced him. actually, he himself was not a Christian, among hate it. Plus, this wasn't that bad. No one died.
"Fine, go ahead." the bassist's words caused the grin on the blonde's face to widen. He stepped back from the lantern. The singer turned to him. pulled something out of his pocket, It was a lighter.
Pelle walked to the center of the church. Grab a Bible and light the pages. he turned to look at him with a grin as he dropped it to the ground causing other areas to start to catch fire as well
Varg feared that the church would catch fire and collapse before they could leave. So he went and grabbed the skinny wrist and spoke. "Let's go outside."
He dragged Pelle out before the fire could spread any further. They stood outside, the cold air hits their skin again, before starting to fade due to the heat in front of them The church is burning with fire.
Pelle stood tall and looked at the sight in front of him with satisfaction. He likes the winter because it is cold, like death. But the heat that was destroying the wooden church in front of him was exciting. The smell of smoke made him want to choke. he loves it Especially when the person next to him.. Watching the destruction in front of him was Varg.. His boyfriend..
The vocalist kissed the bassist's cheek softly to thank him for this romantic date♡