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The next Sunday didn't entail anything, it confused tommy. He couldn't tell if he was grateful or sad that Wilbur hadn't spoke to him. He spent the church hours and Sunday school stealing looks at Mr. soot, he seemed to be avoiding Tommy's very existence. Tubbo hadn't brought up Mr. Soot's meeting or what happened in the hideout, which tommy was extremely grateful for. He didn't think he could ever talk about it.
The Sunday after that Wilbur finally interacted with tommy, asking him to come into his office, offering him another alcohol mixed coke and teaching him the basics of kissing. A step back from their past meet but tommy still complied. more content to imagine when he inevitably jerked off to the memory, tommy guessed. Wilbur radiated a sense of desire and impatience when they kissed, like he was holding back.
tommy didn't to be held back on. He was a big man, he could take far more than kissing.
So when Wilbur pulled back from the last kiss, tommy meekly spoke up.
"Mr. Soot?"
"Yes, Tommy?"
Tommy bit his lip and swung his feet that were hanging off Wilbur's desk.
"don't hold back, I can take more than this" Tommy said after a moment. Wilbur let out a chuckle, though tommy noticed a deeper tone to it. "Oh, tommy, don't try to take on what you can't handle" he smiled, this only made tommy more frustrated. "I'm not! I'm a big man, I can do way more" tommy pouted back. Wilbur found it adorable, the smaller's lips were swollen from the multiple kisses they had, his hair a tussled mess from Wilbur's venturing hands. he looked perfect, but to be honest, when did tommy not look perfect to Wilbur?
Wilbur had spent nights imagining tommy being completely fucked out and dumbed down to perfection. He wanted to see the boy completely at his will, even more so than he already was. Wilbur touched himself to the idea of Tommy's small body being laid out on a table or bed, hands tied to posts to ensure he wouldn't dare leave. He could do virtually anything and that's what turned him on the most.
Tommy was so naïve and hopeful, Wilbur couldn't wait to see it crumble in his fingers.
but he'd have to be patient.
"Be patient, tommy, all good things come with time."
tommy let out a disgruntled hum as the bell rang.
tommy was almost out the door when Wilbur span him by his shoulder, "our secret, right?" he confirmed sternly. Tommy blushed lightly at the tone, "right, sir."
and with that tommy was out the door. Wilbur stayed back an hour to collect himself and his belongings. If things worked out he wouldn't even need this stupid priest job. He made his way to his car and calmly got in, looking in the back seat to make sure he had his equipment for his big plan. rope, chlorophyll, duct tape, knife, and a few other things.
"two more weeks... two more weeks" Wilbur reassured himself, then it would all pay off.