Zach grinned when Fred repeated the word, giving him a small kiss right where Zach's mouth happened to be just then. Yes, supplication. And the way...the way that Fred talked about doing it, on the altar, was nearly unbelievable. Zach could, oh yes he was, picture it, and it...was hot. But Fred was right. Being able to pull it off - so to speak - that way had slim chances.
His hand began to draw lazy patterns on Fred's chest as he thought about it. "They do have a lot of confessional booths," he mused out loud, "but that could be a tight fit." And the crypts weren't what he had in mind when he thought about it. Zach wanted it to be in the main part of the church, the cathedral.