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There wasn’t enough food. There was never enough food. Never enough money.
No matter how hard Akaza and Hakuji worked, there was just never enough to keep them going.
They still survived. Somehow. They were always able to scrape together enough money to afford their father’s medicine. Even if it was just barely.
Regular meals, however, were a little harder to come by, and all three of them were thinner than they were supposed to be. Some winters were truly scary. Like this winter. Father had gotten a bad cough, making his already frail health dangerously worse.
The brothers had thought they would lose their father.
But Father pulled through. Another “just barely” in the lives of people where simply living through the day was a bitter tasting blessing.
Akaza couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done.
Hakuji agreed with him. Hakuji was sensible and realistic. The older twin set out one day to get an apprenticeship in the village, not caring what, just so long as there was the promise of pay. On their fifteenth winter, he finally came home as a doctor in training.
The pay was garbage, but money was money, and there was real money to be made in that field once he completed his apprenticeship.
Akaza was not so lucky. Gainful employment was hard to find with his short temper and reputation as a troublemaker. Thus he spent most of his days tending the fields and helping his brother with their home’s garden when he could, where the money he made depended on what he could bring home to sell.
To say Akaza was frustrated and disappointed with himself was an understatement.
Hakuji and their father never blamed him for anything, though. Akaza didn’t think the idea ever crossed their minds that he wasn’t pulling his weight. But it certainly crossed Akaza’s mind.
Everyday.
Especially this winter, where the hunger pains never went away.
He wouldn’t let things come this close again.
He was twenty this year. He’d been old enough to participate in the Rite of the Bull for two full years now but had been too much of a coward to actually try it. People got hurt, sometimes badly, trying to get that damn ribbon off the black bull’s horn. A few people have even died over the centuries-- people that the priests believed to have been overtly wicked in some way to have been killed by their most sacred animal.
Akaza was afraid the bull would maim or kill him, for he was far from a righteous man. He’d been a thief during the years he’d been too young to work the fields, stealing food and money wherever he could for his family. He’d been caught and beaten a few times by his victims, but he was fortunate enough that the village head had taken pity on his bloody, emaciated frame every time he’d been dragged before him.
The old man had always considered the beatings to be punishment enough.
But Akaza wasn’t a child anymore, he couldn’t get away with taking from “his betters” anymore. If he went back to thieving as a means to support his family, he could be banished from the village entirely, leaving Hakuji to care for their ill father by himself. It wouldn’t be right.
So Akaza’s best bet was to win the Rite of the Bull, and earn Kyojuro’s blessing.
The bull god’s blessing would mean a drastic increase in social standing on top of the gifts the god himself gave to his spring consort; cows that produced an abundance of milk, crops that yielded double harvests, fires that burned twice as warm, and a virility worthy of the fertility god himself would be bestowed upon the whole family.
Akaza didn’t particularly care for that last one, he had no intentions of starting a family anytime soon, and Hakuji was still too far up his own ass to get around to proposing to Koyuki. But everything else? An entire year of plenty for their whole family?
It was just what they needed to break out of this endless cycle of poverty.
Cattle were sacred animals among Akaza’s people. They roamed freely throughout the village and fields, and were treated with respect and dignity, living quite the luxurious life compared to most other animals in the village.
Akaza passed one on his way to the bullring, having set out before dawn, and gave her the stale bread he’d been planning to eat for breakfast, hoping the good lady would bless him with luck even though he didn’t have anything really worthwhile to give her in return. A richer man would have given her fresh bread, or an apple, maybe a whole bowl of vegetables.
Still, if the cow was offended by his pitiful offering, she didn’t show it. She chewed on it as happily as she had been munching her morning grass, her big brown eyes regarding him thoughtfully before she returned to her business.
Akaza envied cattle sometimes. They were kind, simple beings who never had to worry about where their next meal would come from, and their health was taken care of to the best of his people’s capabilities. He wished his family knew what it was like to live a life free of stress and fear. Maybe the gods would be kind to them when they died and let them come back as cattle in their next life.
Maybe, after the spring feast, they might actually get to know what stability felt like.
Akaza just had to win.
The bullring was a simple but large construction. It was a circular pin, the fencing roughly twice the height of a bull, in the middle of a grazing field.
Every year the largest black bull was lured away from his herd and painted with flames and double helixes. The flames represented hearth and home, over which Kyojuro presided. The helixes symbolized the entwining of souls in love.
Orange lines stood for men, white lines for women, and blue lines for those who didn’t quite fit in either realm. The helixes came in what felt like a near endless variety of combinations to represent the diversity of people and relationships in the world.
The rules of the Rite of the Bull were simple:
- Retrieve the red ribbon tied to the bull's horn without hurting him.
- Make it out of the ring with minimal injury.
- Contestants were not allowed to steal the ribbon from the person who pulled it off the bull's horn.
- If the person who got the ribbon is too injured to act as Kyojuro’s consort in the orgy, the Rite was performed again, the process repeating until there was a winner.
It was simple. And incredibly dangerous.
The bull performed his job with the seriousness of a knight. He stood perfectly still while he was painted and the ribbon affixed to his horn. But the second he was in the ring, he turned cruel and calculating, chasing contestants with all the wrath bulls were renowned for.
Akaza never understood how the bull, who was an older fellow named Akira this year, switched temperaments so easily. Cattle weren't stupid by any means, but they weren't exactly known for their smarts.
Maybe it was Kyojuro’s doing. The bull god was known to be able to influence his chosen animal. His coming to the mortal realm was always celebrated with a cattle parade that had no right to go as smoothly as it did every spring.
He probably didn't want things to be easy on his would-be consorts. The Rite was a test of bravery, after all.
Akaza held his breath as he approached the bullring. The crowd this year was massive, filled with people from all walks of life, from the village head's daughter, to the butcher's son, the town judge, and priests, all the way down to dirt covered farm hands like himself.
All gathered to watch the bravest (or most foolish,) among them face 800 kg of divine fury in the form of four hooves and two larger-than-life horns.
Akira was already in the ring. He looked particularly pissed this year, bellowing angrily and running in circles along the fence line. The spectators wisely kept a safe distance from the wood beams.
A drunk asshole had thrown an apple at Akira three years ago, probably meaning well, but had hit the bull square in the head. The sturdy wood meant to keep him locked in had crumpled with ease, unleashing hell upon the drunk and a few other people who were unfortunate enough to be in the way.
No one had helped the drunk, and he was still ostracized to this day. He likely would be until the day he died.
Someone slapped Akaza on the shoulder and he instinctively spun around to punch his attacker. Hakuji easily caught his fist with a smile, the same one Keizo wore whenever he instructed them in Soryu.
"Easy, 'Kaza. Anyone else woulda lost teeth from that," Hakuji chided softly.
"Sorry," he mumbled, dropping his hand and turning back to the crowd.
When the sun rose, the priest would call for volunteers. Only ten were allowed per attempt. He had to be fast if he wanted to join the Rite.
"You're forgetting to breathe," Hakuji said as they worked together to shoulder their way to the front of the crowd. People swore at them, but were promptly ignored by the twins. "And you're clenching your fists."
"You're such a fucking mother hen," Akaza grumbled after a deep breath.
"Well, one of us has to care about your health."
Akaza grunted. "Thanks. I'm… glad you're here. It's nice to know someone will be rooting for me."
Hakuji wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a side hug as they came to a stop. The priest started the pre-ceremony prayer. "Keizo and Koyuki send you their best. They'd be here if they could, but…"
"I know, I know."
Koyuki was only just starting to get her health back, and Keizo never left her alone if he could help it.
"You didn't say bye to Dad," Hakuji said, a hard edge to his voice.
"I know," Akaza said, studying the mud squishing between his toes.
"I swear," his brother grumbled, "if Akira doesn't kick your ass, I will. Worrying our old man like this."
"I'll beat you this time," Akaza swore, wiping his head to the side to give Hakuji his best death glare.
"And fish will climb trees," his brother said drily.
"Asshole."
"Dipshit."
The priest finished the prayer and called for the first volunteer. No sooner had he finished speaking than Hakuji shoved Akaza forward, making him stumble and be the first to step out.
The priest, dressed in rich red and gold robes, clearly disapproved, but said nothing.
There were ten of them standing in line in under a minute, all waiting to have their foreheads painted with a symbol that represented the bull's heart and horns, his courage and strength. It looked like a circle with two lines that curved up and away from it.
When the sun crested the horizon, there was a final prayer for their safety.
Then it was pure chaos with people slipping through the gaps in the fence or climbing over it to rush at Akira.
Akaza and a couple other smart ones tried flanking Akira, sneaking up on him from all sides. The old bull was far from impressed with their tactics.
He hooked his horn under the leg of a woman who had rushed him and flung her over his back to land in the dirt with a pained cry. He ran over the next fool, missing his head by a small margin as he planted his hoof down to turn in a half circle to face the poor bastard directly behind him.
That poor bastard just happened to be named Akaza.
Akaza stood stock still, hoping and praying that if he wasn’t a moving target, the bull wouldn’t charge him. His prayers, as they so often did, went unanswered, and Akira rushed him.
Panic took over Akaza’s every thought and he ran to his right, bolting for the relative safety of the fence. Akira followed, the great beast so close to him that Akaza could feel his hot breath on his back as he scrambled up the fence as fast as he could, desperate to get out of goring range.
The black bull slammed into the wooden structure, causing the whole thing to shake and groan. Akaza barely managed to hold on, his feet slipping out from under him.
Footing regained, Akaza forced himself to breathe as Akira bellowed in rage under him. The bull looked him dead in the eye, and the young man swore he saw a promise in those dark brown depths. He swallowed hard, watching as someone crept along the side of the fence to the bull’s left, going for the red ribbon dangling from his horn.
Akira spotted the newcomer at the last second and swatted their reaching hand away with his head, knocking them to the ground to brutalize them with his horns.
Akaza didn’t know what possessed him to do what he did next, but it had seemed like a great idea in the split second he had to consider it after it popped into his mind.
Akira raised his head and Akaza leapt, landing on Akira's back. He wrapped one arm around the bull's neck and his other hand shot out to rip the ribbon from his horn before joining its counterpart to hang on for dear life.
If Akira didn't hate him before, he sure as shit did now.
The bull forgot all about the person he'd been thrashing half to death and started to buck wildly in an attempt to fling the human off his back.
Akaza was too terrified to scream.
He'd made a terrible, terrible mistake.
And now there was nothing to do but hang on for dear life as Akira rampaged through the ring with him clinging to him with all the strength his hungry body could muster. He squeezed the bull's sides as hard as he could with his thighs.
I'm sorry! he screamed internally. Poor old Akira probably felt like he was being choked from how tightly Akaza hugged his neck.
Poor old Akaza. Today was finally the day he bit the big one. The second he fell from the bull, he'd be stomped to death.
He should have said bye to Dad.
Dad.
He would blame himself if Akaza died here today.
I won't let myself die, he promised.
Although, he was still helplessly stuck to Akira's back with no way down.
Maybe if Akira stopped for a moment, even just a heartbeat, Akaza could drop to the ground and make a break for it. Yes! That was it, that's what he'd do--
His legs started to slip.
Fuck.
Akaza let go of the bull's neck at the same moment his legs lost their grip. He knew he would be sent flying and didn’t care. It was better to risk a broken arm or leg than a smashed skull or punctured lung.
The time Akaza spent in the air felt like it lasted an eternity. When it finally ended, the earth rose to meet him, driving the air from his lungs and leaving him stunned.
"Hey, Akira! Here, big guy! Come on! Come get me!"
H-hakuji?
Akaza forced himself up on unsteady limbs, wobbling slightly as he stood up and ran for the safety of the fence. Some of the spectators helped pull him through the fence, where he sank to his knees to catch his breath.
He heard his brother scream and then cackle madly in the distance.
Frightened for his twin, Akaza frantically looked around for Hakuji and spotted him in a similar position to himself a couple meters down the ring.
"Man, that shit’s scary!" he howled joyously.
Then he got up and jogged over to Akaza.
“You okay, little brother?” he asked as he knelt down to hug him.
Akaza chuckled, shaking from his nerves as he clutched the ribbon in a white-knuckled grip. “Never better, Hakuji. Never fucking better. Thanks for the save.”
There was no rule about spectators distracting the bull once the ribbon had been claimed, and there was no doubt about Akaza having claimed the ribbon. But there were strict rules about harming the bull, and whether or not damage had been done to Akira was currently a matter of debate.
The head priest hadn’t seen anything like Akaza’s stunt in the twenty-five years he had officiated the Rite of the Bull, but he made it no secret that he didn’t believe a skinny farm boy could have hurt a mighty animal like Akira in the brief time he’d clung to his back. That, however, didn’t stop the noble class from freaking out over what they had seen, demanding the bull be examined.
Akaza had to fight the urge to make a rude gesture with his hands when the veterinarian confirmed the fucking obvious. Akira was perfectly fine. And while Akaza was bruised, scraped, and dirty, he was in no way unable to take on the sacred role of Spring Consort.
He was elated. Elated and terrified.
Kyojuro was a kind god, easy to please and hard to insult, but that didn’t stop a pit from forming in Akaza’s stomach from the sheer responsibility he’d invited to be placed on his shoulders.
Akaza was about to meet his god face to face, converse with him, dance with him, have dinner with him, and get fucked by him. All with his entire village bearing witness to and relying on his performance to please the bull god.
If Kyojuro wasn’t happy with the feast or the Spring Consort, he wouldn’t bless the fields and animals. Crops wouldn’t grow as well, less eggs would hatch, and the goats and pigs would struggle to conceive, meaning hard times for everyone.
Hakuji and Koyuki tried to help him calm down. If there was even a chance of Akaza displeasing Kyojuro, he wouldn’t have won the Rite of the Bull. There wasn’t a case in living memory of the village failing to please the bull god with their offerings, only old ass stories from the earliest tales of their community's founding.
They raised valid points. Of course they fucking did. Know-it-alls, both of them. That didn’t stop Akaza from being nervous.
But he did this to himself. There was nothing for him to do but grow the fuck up, get the fuck over himself, and march his scrawny ass up to the chapel the day after the Rite to get prettied up for his big day before the rooster crowed.
The priests who attended him were judgemental fuckers, pinching their noses at the sight of him as if he stank. Fuck them! Akaza may only have ratty clothing, but he owned soap and damn well knew how to use it.
There was a special tub, built into the floor in the basement of the church that was specifically for the purpose of bathing the Spring Consort before every feast. Akaza had no idea what the tub was made of. Marble? Sandstone? Dragon shit? It was all the same to him. All he knew was that the damn thing was easily big enough to fit ten people, plus him.
Its base color was white, the steps and edges were trimmed in gold. The whole thing was painted with rabbits, bulls, orchids, and a slew of phallic shapes and symbols, all of which came in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors.
The tub was filled to the brim with hot water and so many different kinds of soaps and perfumes, Akaza felt less like a man and more like a chunk of seasoned meat. The thought made him giggle. It wasn’t too far from the truth, given the things he’d seen during the two feasts he’d attended. Kyojuro loved to taste his consorts.
That last thought made Akaza shiver as he scrubbed himself down, taking extra care to get into every crevice he had. He’d never had sex, never even been kissed. He was going to lose his virginity to a god… a very… eager god.
He’d only ever seen the orgies from a distance, but you could hear the Spring Consort’s cries of pleasure for miles. It was an exciting thought. Kyojuro was beautiful, the very picture of masculinity with broad shoulders, a deep voice, hairy chest, and strong hands.
He’d be a filthy liar to say he’d never rubbed one out to the thought of his people’s deity. To think his fantasies would come true in just a few short hours…
Akaza was torn between feeling like nothing could ruin this for him, and feeling wholly unprepared.
Once he was clean and dry, he was dressed in the ceremonial garb the men and women of his people have worn for this occasion for generations. For something so important, it was of an incredibly simple design; the outfit was a single white robe tied closed with a red sash. The lower half was decorated in gold and red flames that flowed up the body. The sleeves bore a pattern of vines and orchids.
Akaza liked it. It was made to be practical, lightweight, easy to move in, easy to put on, and easy to take off. That last part was practically important, with Kyojuro having little patience for overly wrapped gifts. The only downside is that it didn’t come with undergarments of any kind. You weren’t supposed to wear anything under it at all, which was something that left Akaza feeling weirdly naked.
Once he was dressed his face was painted with images related to Kyojuro. The same heart and horns from the Rite of the Bull adorned his forehead, only this time, the circle in the middle was replaced with a little flame. A pink lace collar embroidered with green roses was placed on his neck as the final touch.
When Akaza finally left the chapel, he was surprised to see his family and friends waiting for him outside.
"Dad!" he yelled, rushing to hug his father. "You shouldn't be out, it's cold!"
Father laughed lightly. "I'm feeling well today. I couldn't not come see you before the feast."
They pulled apart and his father went on. "You didn't have to do this for us, but I am grateful for your sacrifice."
Akaza smiled and opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by his brother.
"I'd hardly call it a sacrifice," Hakuji said with a shit-eating grin. "Everything about him screams 'bottom'. I bet he'll take Ol' Fire Mane like a champ."
Akaza went beet red. "Wouldya shut u--!"
"Boys, please! Don't fight!" Father pleaded.
Keizo's booming laugh filled the early dawn air. "Akaza, please! Think of your makeup. The priests will flog you with thorn whips if they have to redo it."
Koyuki grabbed Hakuji's arm in a hug. "Be nice to your brother, Hakuji. He's probably really nervous right now."
"I'm not nervous," Akaza muttered under his breath.
Akaza nearly fell over when Keizo clapped him on the shoulder.
"Remember to relax and have fun," his master said joyfully. "And if you're at a loss for what to do, just remember that the best way to approach it is with the enthusiasm of a child; put everything in your mouth! It never fails."
"Um, thanks," he said sheepishly, blushing once again.
He'd spent a lot of time thinking about what it would be like to suck off Kyojuro… what it would feel like, taste like-- how much he could fit down his throat.
Maybe Hakuji had a point about him being a bottom. Like hell he'd admit it, though.
"Oh! She's adorable!" Koyuki said, excitedly pointing to a light brown cow with a pink nose that had poked her head around the corner of the chapel.
Akaza immediately recognized her as the cow he’d given his bread to the day before.
She gave a little “moo” and trotted over to them. She gave Akaza an affectionate, and very slimy, lick when he held out his palm in greeting.
He tried not to flinch. “Hello, again, pretty lady. Are you here to take me to Kyojuro?”
The presentation of the Spring Consort was treated very similarly to the wedding rites performed by his people. The younger partner rode on the back of a cow to their older lover, who awaited their arrival at a small and very sacred spring in the forest just outside of town. And since Kyojuro was as old as the act of sex itself, his consort was always the one brought to him.
Akaza’s family was too poor to be able to afford the maintenance that went into having a cow as a part of their family. He had assumed the church would provide a cow for him to ride to the spring. But it seems Kyojuro himself had chosen to provide.
Akaza tried not to think about what that might mean.
The cow gave a happy little huff and sauntered back to the church to headbutt the door. She nearly knocked over the priest who opened it as she waltzed inside. She had to get prettied up too, after all.
“I like her,” Akaza said with a chuckle.
That girl gave no fucks.
Akaza’s new friend was painted with flames, flowers, and orange double helixes before being harnessed with a leather saddle.
She looked quite proud of herself as she stood still, patiently waiting for Akaza to clamber up her side and take his place on her back, where he rode side saddle to avoid chafing his bare skin.
Akaza could already hear, and smell, the parade of cattle that was making its way through town. The chapel rested in the village's heart. The wild herds would march through the main street of town, picking up every village cow and bull they stumbled across on the way, including the good lady Akaza was sitting on.
He had a few minutes to say bye to everyone before the lead bull, Akira, pranced proudly into view, Akaza’s cow swiftly falling into step beside him. Akaza nearly fell off her back, but managed to barely hang onto the saddle horn.
There were no reins for him to grab onto. The cow knew what her job was and where to go. Him trying to lead her would only be a hindrance.
“Um…” Akaza said, looking at Akira. “Are we good?”
The bull gave him a vaguely offended look, but otherwise ignored him.
Akaza supposed that was the best he could hope for.
It felt like it took all day for the cattle to make their way to the edge of town, their numbers growing with nearly every house they passed, yet it was all too fast for Akaza. The young man’s heart was racing wildly in his chest.
He was about to come face to face with his people’s most beloved deity, a figure he himself had only ever seen from a distance.
What if he said something stupid? It would be just like him to fuck something like this up. The prosperity of his entire village, and more importantly, his family’s well-being, depended on him making Kyojuro happy.
The pit that thought opened up in his stomach made him feel sick. It was a good thing there was nothing in his stomach for him to throw up. He doubted his new friend would thank him for getting puke on her side.
A good amount of cattle had managed to pull ahead of him by the time he reached the forest, and in the not-so-far distance he could hear the god’s booming laugh as he greeted each animal by name.
“Blueberry, Tater Tot, Chocolate!” The impossibly loud voice carried through the trees. “How did you fair this winter?”
Akira broke through a bramble bush, kindly making room for Akaza’s cow to pass through safely.
Akaza held his breath. Kyojuro was so much bigger than he remembered. He would easily tower over the tallest man Akaza knew, the god’s hands looked big enough to encase a grown man’s skull. His horns, white with ashen tips and wrapped in red rope at the base, extended at least a foot from his temples and were easily thicker than Akaza’s forearm.
The dark skinned god wore a black mask in the shape of a bull's head, the features of which were painted in gold. It covered the upper half of his face, and a deep, red glow emanated from the eyes of the mask. The god’s ears, which were like a cow’s, were raised up high, nearly disappearing into his yellow and red hair as he smiled and laughed.
The lower half of Kyojuro’s body was that of a black bull’s, and his tail swished side to side as he slowly walked towards Akaza on giant hooves.
Save for the mask he wore, the god was entirely naked, and Akaza struggled hard not to look at Fire Mane’s… assets as he respectfully averted his gaze to the ground.
The god’s ears twitched and a smile lit up his face when he spotted Akaza.
“Ah, Sparkle,” he said fondly, “What have you brought for me?”
“S-Sparkle?” Akaza repeated, feeling a little lost.
Kyojuro nodded, now close enough to pet Akaza’s cow. The young man noted that the deity’s black hooves were red at the tips, as if they had been dipped in blood.
It was really hard to ignore Kyojuro’s junk as he said, “Yes! I know the names given to every cow and bull under my watch. But! Cattle are incapable of giving themselves names, so I take it upon myself to bestow those who live in the wild with a name I think fits them.”
“I see…” Akaza said, at a loss for words.
Kyojuro had the naming conventions of a hungry six-year-old.
Then he remembered he was talking to a god and quickly spit out, “I am Akaza, My Lord! It is an honor to meet you!”
“Ah,” the god said softly, taking Akaza’s hand. “My name is Kyojuro, and the honor is mine, Akaza.”
Akaza nearly died when he felt impossibly warm lips brush his knuckles in a chaste kiss.
“Please, do not feel the need to avert your gaze from me,” Kyojuro said, his voice kind but firm.
Akaza raised his head, sneakily stealing a glance at the god’s cock as he looked up.
Kyojuro laughed loudly. “Don’t feel the need to avert your eyes from that, either! It’ll be inside you soon enough, anyways! You may as well look.”
Akaza’s ears burned as he went beat red. He tried to look back at Kyojuro’s feet, but his eyes caught on the god’s groin and became stuck there…
His balls were easily the size of one of his fists… each! And as for the shaft-- covered in a protective black skin, just like a real bull’s cock, and it was-- it was-- it was just too damn big.
“Are you sure ?” He said, falling to hide his skepticism. “It’s HUGE! There’s no way.”
A warm finger under his chin lifted his head so he was looking directly into the glowing eyes of his god. “Don’t worry, my sweet. You’ll do just fine. A tight fit can be quite pleasurable, I promise.”
Akaza raised an eyebrow. “For who ?”
Kyojuro merely continued to smile at him. “You’re an interesting man, Akaza. Did you know, in the hundred and fifty years since the Rite of the Bull was first conceived, not a single contestant has ever thought to jump on the back of a rampaging bull?”
Akaza swallowed hard. “I am sorry, Lord.”
Kyojuro huffed a laugh, closing the distance between them. “Don’t. Akira and I both know you meant no ill will.”
Kyojuro regarded him a moment more. “Do you know how long you were on his back?”
Akaza shook his head, the movement hindered by the finger still lifting up his head.
“A minute and a half,” he said breathlessly. “A truly impressive feat.” Kyojuro paused and leaned in even more, his hot breath ghosting over Akaza's lips as he whispered, “I wonder how long you will be able to ride me for?”
Akaza’s throat felt painfully dry, his stomach twisted into knots as he desperately thought of a reply.
“May I kiss you?” Kyojuro asked, his voice barely there.
“Yes,” Akaza croaked.
Akaza nearly lost his breath when their lips met, melting against the warmth of Kyojuro’s mouth. His lips were so soft.
And then they were gone, pulling away almost as quickly as they came.
What the hell? What kind of kiss was that?
Incensed, Akaza grabbed Fire Mane by the base of one of his horns and yanked him into another kiss.
The god made a surprised sound, then he wrapped an arm around Akaza’s waist and pulled him off of Sparkle’s back.
Akaza yelped, breaking the kiss as he frantically clung to Kyojuro, arms and legs instinctively wrapping around the other man’s neck and waist. Kyojuro moved to support his weight with a hand on his ass. His other hand cradled the back of his head, pulling him into another kiss.
Akaza could feel his heart in his throat, although whether that was from the shock of being picked up, or the feeling of being held so intimately, he had no idea. All he knew was that melting into Kyojuro’s mouth was as easy as breathing.
The god meant business now, and it was difficult to keep up with the movements of his lips, especially since Akaza had no idea what he was doing.
He felt so awkward and clumsy, but that didn’t stop him from eagerly chasing the god’s mouth when he once again broke their kiss too soon.
“Oh, I like you,” Kyojuro rumbled, fisting his hand in Akaza’s short black hair to keep his head still. “Any more of this, and we’ll never make it to the feast.”
Then Kyojuro turned his head to Sparkle, touching his tail to her head. The saddle she was wearing burst into flames and crumbled to dust. Sparkle moo’d happily and turned to leave.
Kyojuro returned his attention to Akaza. “Shall we be off, my sweet groom?”
“Uh,” Akaza said artfully, still a little dazed from his first kiss. “Yeah. Food is good.”
Kyojuro’s smile brightened to near blinding levels. “Food is good!”
The god carefully set him down. Akaza disentangled his limbs from the other man’s much larger body, briefly noting that he didn’t even come up to Fire Mane’s chest. As soon as he got his feet under him, they were swept out from under him as Kyojuro cradled him to his chest like he’d often seen husbands do to their wives.
“What’s your favorite food?” Kyojuro asked happily, setting off towards the clearing the feast was to be held in.
Akaza tried not to frown. He hadn’t gotten to try a lot of foods in his life, but… “Fresh bread is nice. Koyuki, my master’s daughter, likes to help my brother bake when she is feeling well.”
“I see! It’s good to have people in your life to help with the little things,” Kyojuro said with a sagely nod.
Akaza smiled a little. “Yeah, it is.”
“You said when she is feeling well,” Fire Mane said carefully. “Is she sick?”
Akaza looked down at his hands. “Off and on.”
“Is she the only one?”
Akaza grimaced, his voice hoarse. “No.”
This is not a conversation he thought he would be having.
“I see. I am no healer,” Kyojuro informed him quietly. “But if you can tell me the herbs their medicines are made from, you will find them growing in your garden by the next full moon. I will make sure they grow in abundance.”
“I--” Akaza choked up a little. He could hardly believe his ears. Medicine is so expensive, to think they wouldn’t have to worry about being able to ease Dad’s coughs and Koyuki’s fever every time their health took a turn-- there was just one problem. “I don’t know them. But my brother does! Could he-- would you speak with him?”
Kyojuro was quiet for a moment. “Have him write a list for me. Tell him to leave it as an offering to me and I will take it from there.”
“O-okay! I will! Thank you!” Akaza shouted loudly, his head spinning over his good fortune.
Kyojuro smiled. “Oh, I just remembered! Sparkle wanted you to know she was grateful for the bread!”
Akaza blinked. Conversations changed fast with Kyojuro, it seemed. “She did?”
Kyojuro nodded. “You were the first person to share their food with her. I think you’ve made a friend for life!”
“That’s… good to know,” Akaza said after a moment. “Sparkle seems lovely.”
That was when they broke through the treeline, emerging into a clearing filled with people and tables filled with food. The cattle that had gathered followed Kyojuro to the edge of the clearing before slowly dispersing, looking for grass and berries to eat while they waited for the food scraps the humans would leave for them at the festival's end.
Kyojuro didn’t immediately join his worshipers, instead taking the time to greet every cow and bull that he’d missed after Akaza had interrupted him at the spring, introducing Akaza to them as well. Most of the cattle didn’t really seem to care for him, but a few gave one of his feet a lick before going about their days.
It tickled and it was gross, but Kyojuro smiled so happily every time it happened that it was worth it.
When the last bull was sent on his way, Kyojuro trotted past the tables to the richly dressed crowd eagerly waiting for his attention. He set Akaza down, but didn’t let him go far, smushing him into his side as he went through the greeting process all over again, just with humans this time.
Humans who also took the time to greet Akaza, which was bizarre and uncomfortable.
Kyojuro’s tail stirred up a mess of air behind Akaza as it swished happily. It occasionally brushed the backs of Akaza’s legs as it swayed to and fro. It was strangely soothing, and Akaza wondered if Ol’ Fire Mane was doing it on purpose.
At some point the flow of people ended and Kyojuro cast his gaze skyward. “My, it’s late! We should start the dance!”
Akaza also glanced towards the sky, it was well past noon at this point. Where the fuck did the day go?
Fast, upbeat music began to fill the air, and people partnered off to take their places on the grass dance floor. Kyojuro watched for a moment before dragging Akaza by the wrist into the throng of dancing people, his wide hips swaying as he swiftly lost himself to the rhythm.
Akaza tried very hard not to stare at the god’s backside and failed miserably.
When Kyojuro found a spot he liked, he turned around, catching Akaza red-faced and ashamed.
The giant man laughed heartily. “Would you believe I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips?”
Akaza blinked and looked up into the god’s mask. “I… can, actually,” he said honestly.
Kyojuro’s ears flicked and he nodded. “Sometimes I think about taking the form of a cow, just to try something new, but I think that would cause quite the uproar! Humans are not fond of change.”
“Only the people who have things to lose feel that way,” Akaza muttered under his breath.
Akaza was dead fucking tired of how his life was. He wanted nothing more than a chance to change the circumstances his family had to endure.
Kyojuro gave him another sagely nod. “A fair point. People crave contentment, but forget that change and variety are vital to a healthy life. Stagnation only leads to unhappiness. Change may not always be good, but it is an important part of life.”
“Then why don’t you come back as a cow next year?” Akaza challenged with a feral grin.
“You seem greatly amused by the idea,” Kyojuro noted with a lopsided grin.
“It’ll be funny.”
“And chaotic!”
“Do it anyway. Show us change can be fun.”
Kyojuro’s grin turned toothy. “They are waiting for us to start the dance.”
Then the deity burst into motion, his movements graceful and fluid despite his massive size. Flowers of all colors bloomed under Kyojuro’s hooves as the giant danced, his energy giving new life to the land.
Akaza hesitated a moment, realizing he’d never actually learned the steps to the spring dance. He’d never considered it an important skill before today, and hadn’t thought to prepare after he’d won the Rite.
Kyojuro made an encouraging gesture and Akaza did the only thing he could think of: improvise.
He closed his eyes and let the music dictate how he moved. Akaza could feel his clumsiness in every twist and turn, but he powered through it, finding that he was genuinely enjoying himself.
When he finally felt brave enough to open his eyes, he found Fire Mane just standing there, watching him intently.
Akaza stopped in a heartbeat. “I-- I never learned to dan--”
“You could have fooled me!” Kyojuro said brightly. “I love how freely you dance. It’s like you don’t have a care in the world.”
Akaza chuckled nervously. Oh, buddy, if only you knew.
“Don’t stop,” Kyojuro urged.
Akaza grabbed Kyojuro by his wrists and tugged him closer. “You’re supposed to dance too, you know?”
“That I am!” Kyojuro said with a chuckle, joining Akaza in his chaotic dance.
A few people stopped to stare at them, but quickly went back to minding their own business when they realized they were being judgy towards God and his partner.
Akaza fought the urge to stick his tongue out at them, at least in the beginning. By the time the second round of dancing began, he couldn’t care less if people were staring at him. He was having fun!
Gods, when was the last time he’d had fun like this?
Had he ever felt this free before?
He didn’t know, and for the moment, he didn’t care. All that mattered was the joy of the here and now.
He was exhausted by the third dance, not having much energy to spare. Kyojuro was very understanding and sat out with him. They found a quiet space away from the dance floor, where Kyojuro surprised him by bursting into song, making up lyrics to the music that were sung horribly off-key and didn’t even remotely rhyme.
Akaza smiled so much his face hurt.
Eventually evening rolled around and the dancing and music came to an end.
Kyojuro held out his hand. “It’s time for us to take our place at the head of the feast,” he said kindly.
Akaza swallowed and nodded, trying not to be sick with nervousness and self doubt as he took the god’s hand, letting himself be led to the semi-circle of tables they’d passed earlier. People were hurrying about to set up the food and drinks.
It wouldn’t be much longer before it was time for his grand performance. He couldn’t help but wonder if someone as bright and colorful as Kyojuro would truly be satisfied with a dirty farmhand like Akaza.
“You seem nervous,” Kyojuro noted. “Are you worried about what will happen after dinner?”
Akaza paid careful attention to where he was putting his feet as he ignored that question.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Kyojuro assured him quietly. “Penetration isn’t the only way to have fun.”
Akaza blushed furiously. “It’s not that!” he froze for a second, realizing he’d just snapped at Fire Mane. “I’m sorry.”
“Do not be. You are nervous, it’s only natural for you to be jumpy,” Kyojuro assured him. “Am I your first?”
“Yeah…” Akaza mumbled.
They came to a stop before their seats, a large ornate chair with the lower back cut out for Kyojuro’s tail, and a much more reasonably sized counterpart for Akaza. Their table was in the center-most location, with several tables for the prominent members of society to the left and right of it. The less important the priesthood thought you were, the further they put you from Kyojuro’s table.
The family of the Spring Consort always sat to the deity’s left, where they would receive offerings from the other villagers; gifts of thanks for their family’s “sacrifice”.
No one in his family had ever been seated this close to their god before. Akaza still couldn’t believe the circumstances he found himself in. It was hard to believe he could ever deserve such good fortune.
Again, he wondered if he would really be able to make Kyojuro happy tonight.
“Akaza,” Kyojuro said, snapping the young man’s attention back to the present. “Please do not worry about whether or not you will be able to pleasure me. I promise you that I will have fun with you tonight no matter what happens. My only hope is that you will enjoy the sharing of our bodies as much as I will.”
Akaza nodded numbly, not sure what he should say.
Kyojuro took a seat on his throne and gestured for Akaza to come closer. He brushed his fingers against Akaza’s cheek. “You are perfect in my eyes. Are you so arrogant as to tell your god he’s wrong?”
Akaza slowly shook his head. “That’s a dirty trick, you know.”
Kyojuro laughed. “Maybe! See, this is why I like you so much. You’re the only person I’ve met who's called me out on my shenanigans.” Then his voice turned soft, fond, even. “So please, just be yourself, and all will be fine. I promise.”
Akaza let himself lean into the god’s touch, nuzzling into his palm. “Okay. I’ll believe you.”
“Come,” Kyojuro said, tugging Akaza into his lap.
The young man squawked, wholly unprepared to be picked up and plopped onto the larger man’s thigh.
Oh, gods! His leg was touching Kyojuro’s balls!
“Is this appropriate?” Akaza yelped.
People were staring again.
“I think so!” Kyojuro said as if it were as simple as that.
Then again, this festival was held in his honor… so it was as simple as that.
Fuck it, Akaza decided. If he doesn't care about properness, why should I?
He leaned against Kyojuro’s chest, snuggling up as best he could while he waited for the feast to start. A pleased sounding rumble emanated from the god’s broad chest, the giant wrapping an arm around the young man to keep him in place.
Hakuji and Dad weren’t here yet. Akaza distantly wondered if Dad would be well enough to attend. This would be the first feast in which his family could eat their fill. But, if Dad didn't make it, Hakuji would be sure to grab leftovers for him. His brother was reliable like that.
Oh, speak a fiend's name! There he was.
Koyuki was with him too, which explained why they were on the late side coming back from the dance. Hakuji had no sense of time when the little woman was concerned, frequently losing hours of his life to idle conversation.
Akaza envied that about their relationship.
They both stopped to show their respect to Kyojuro before taking their seats. The bull god politely indulged them before he started to tell Akaza about his favorite foods.
Hakuji gave Akaza a look, clearly bemused by his brother's seating arrangements.
Akaza could only shrug before he shifted his full attention to what was shaping up to be a very long rant about root vegetables. He chuckled every now and again, endeared by the god’s passion over sweet potato casserole.
Then the food came.
Once each family had finished setting up their own tables, they took their best dish and formed a line in front of Kyojuro’s table to leave the food as an offering. Then those people would move on to the family of the Spring Consort to present them with their gifts. The gifts could be anything from food to art, jewelry and cloth, to even the promise of livestock after the feast. It all depended on what each person had to offer.
Akaza’s mouth started to water before the first bowl was even set down. The smell alone was heavenly. It looked even better than it smelled, each dish painstakingly crafted with an artist's eye to be utterly alluring.
When the last dish was offered, Kyojuro grabbed Akaza’s plate and started to dump food on it, carefully picking out what to put on it.
"Humans can't eat a whole lot in one setting," Kyojuro commented, serving spoon hovering between some mashed potatoes and some ungodly looking abomination, "so I want to make sure you get to try the best foods before everything else."
Then he scooped the brown slop onto Akaza’s plate, much to the young man’s mortification.
"What's with that look?" Kyojuro asked with an amused lilt to his voice. "Are you doubting me again?"
"Yes. What the hell is that?" Akaza asked incredulously. It looked like the half-eaten leftovers he'd dug out of people's garbage on his most desperate nights.
"Pot pie casserole!" the god declared proudly. "The Yamamoto family didn't have enough flour to make pie crust one year. This was the result! I promise it is much better than it looks."
Akaza let out a skeptical "uh-huh" and took his now full plate.
It can't be worse than garbage.
Akaza started with the slop first. He made a rather undignified sound when it hit his tongue, his eyes closing to better enjoy the flavor. Something that looked like it was rolled onto his plate by a dung beetle had no right to taste this good.
Kyojuro laughed heartily, his ears back. "See? I know my food!"
Akaza smiled, but didn’t say anything, choosing to focus his attention on the food. He was eating too fast to be considered polite. But the food was just too good! All of it. He couldn’t control himself.
Akaza had never experienced so much flavor before. He moaned between every bite.
Kyojuro’s tail wrapped around his waist and settled over his thighs. Akaza looked up from his almost finished meal, mouth stuffed full of food, and raised a questioning brow at the giant.
"I like that you aren't afraid to show your appreciation for food," he mumbled softly.
Something about Kyojuro's tone made Akaza’s gut twist. He swallowed hard, nearly choking himself in the process.
Kyojuro was quick to hand him a glass of milk.
"Thank you," Akaza said after downing half the cup.
He thought about the deity’s words for a moment. "I think too many people take food for granted. Especially the good kinds of food."
Kyojuro nodded sadly. "It frustrates me how, no matter how much prosperity a township is given, there are still those left to suffer. It is needless."
"Can't you do something about it?" Akaza wondered aloud.
Kyojuro was quiet for a moment. "I cannot control people, merely guide them. It would be wrong of me to impose my will on those unwilling to follow… no matter how tempting it often is."
"There has to be a better way, though!" Akaza protested loudly.
"What would you do, then, if you were me, to help fix these inequalities?" Kyojuro asked, sounding truly genuine in his curiosity.
Akaza thought hard, wanting to match the god’s earnestness. "The church could grow food-- free food! Even if they only fed the poor dinner, that could make all the difference in someone's life."
"I like it," Kyojuro said simply. Then he smiled, his tail slipping into Akaza's robes. "You're a smart one, Akaza."
Akaza flustered, his breath hitching when he felt the tuft of fur on the end of Kyojuro’s tail brush against his bare skin. No one had ever touched him there before… it kind of tickled, but in a pleasant way.
His first instinct to the god’s compliment was to reject it, deny that there could be any kind of truth to those words. But he liked the way they made him feel and he didn’t want Kyojuro to stop.
"Thank you," he mumbled, averting his eyes from Kyojuro’s glowing gaze.
The deity’s tail flicked gently against his skin, inching a little higher up Akaza's thigh before dipping down to the young man’s knee. The distance of the other man’s touch from his crotch did nothing to quell the heat stirring in his gut.
The god’s lips twitched, his smile taking on a dangerous edge for the briefest of moments. "Have you ever had fruit salad before?" he asked with all the innocence of a man who wasn't stealthily feeling someone up.
Akaza shook his head and Kyojuro promptly supplied him with said food, his tail continuing to tease Akaza as he ate.
Between bites, Akaza answered questions Kyojuro asked about his life; his hobbies, his family, his interests outside of work.
After a while, Akaza noticed that the feast was a lot quieter than normal. He glanced at the other attendants and found the majority of them staring at his table, whispering amongst themselves. It didn’t take Akaza long to figure out why; Kyojuro had barely touched his food.
Normally the god scarfed down course after course, loudly declaring each bite to be tasty.
Today, however, Kyojuro’s plates were hardly touched, with only the odd bite taken out of each.
"Is something wrong with the food, My Lord?" Akaza asked, worry twisting his gut unpleasantly.
"The food is fantastic, as always," Kyojuro answered with a smile, his tail sliding dangerously close to the smaller man's semi-hard cock.
"How come you're not eating, then?" he retorted, his tone more accusatory than he intended.
"I'm saving room for my favorite meal," he answered with a crooked grin.
Akaza looked around the table, wondering which dish that might be. "All the food is here already, why not just eat it now?"
Kyojuro made an amused sound, his smile morphing into a smirk. "There you go, doubting me again."
Then the furred tip of his tail brushed against Akaza’s cock, its touch feather light. At the same time, Kyojuro leaned into Akaza's space and whispered teasingly, "Would it kill you to have a little faith?"
Akaza blushed furiously, squirming under the god’s touch. He could feel Kyojuro’s breath against his lips. He desperately wanted to say something clever in response, but his brain left him high and dry as the tension of the situation grew nearly unbearable.
Akaza did the only thing he could think of to gain the upper hand, acting before considering the consequences of his actions, he flipped off Kyojuro’s mask with a flick of his wrist.
The god looked as stunned as he was beautiful, which was to say beyond expression. He had a little gold septum piercing. His features were surprisingly soft, his eyes wide and owlish. Those eyes were stunning, the color of wildfire, but it was the deity's eyebrows that drew Akaza’s attention.
They were big and bushy, and looked like they were drawn on his face by a child's finger.
"Your eyebrows are ridiculous," Akaza blurted before he could think better of it.
What happened next occurred so quickly he barely had time to register it. There was a loud crash and clatter as Kyojuro swept the table of its contents. Then Akaza was flung onto the table, his vision taken up by the red tablecloth as his robes were hiked up around his waist.
Akaza had a split second to appreciate the looks of shock and horror on people's faces before large hands squeezed his ass cheeks and spread them. The sound he made when he felt something hot and wet flick over his hole was the single loudest, most emasculating thing he'd ever heard.
That's his tongue! Akaza realized as Kyojuro pulled his hips back so he could better bury his face in the human’s ass.
He managed to muffle the whimper that crept up his throat when Kyojuro blessed him with another long, broad lick, but he could do nothing to hide his blush as the other feast goers stared at him.
They were just fucking staring at him!
He knew the sex was public, but usually people were too busy with their own fun during the orgy to pay attention to someone else's business. So why were they all just watching?
Akaza looked up in an attempt to not make eye contact with anyone he knew as Kyojuro started tracing circles around his entrance, and saw that the sun had only just begun to set. Night had yet to fall, which meant it wasn't time for the orgy.
No wonder they were getting slack-jawed looks. Was this normal?
Judging by the elders' reactions, probably not.
Akaza scrunched his eyes shut and let his head thud against the wooden table, letting out a high pitched whine as Kyojuro sucked on his hole, the god’s large hands trailing down his thighs to stroke them gently.
Akaza took a deep breath, trying to preserve some sense of his pride as he was eaten out. His semi-erection had graduated to a full hard-on. He pressed his ass back into Kyojuro’s face without meaning to, his body desperate for more stimulation.
Kyojuro groaned and started to prod at Akaza’s entrance with his tongue.
"What're you-- oooh! " Great. Another girly shriek.
To be fair to himself, though, there was a tongue worming its way into his ass.
Akaza squirmed at the unfamiliar feeling, the muscles in his thighs straining to keep him up as Kyojuro pushed deeper, his tongue brushing against something inside Akaza that made him see stars.
He gasped, fully unable to contain his sounds of pleasure as a near unbearable tension coiled in his gut. Akaza recognized the feeling immediately, yet he could hardly believe he was already so close.
Akaza bunched his fingers in the table cloth, panting harshly as Kyojuro continued to assault that sweet spot inside him without mercy.
The god stroked his back lovingly before sliding his hand down the side of his hip to rake his nails over the human’s belly. Then he wrapped his fingers around Akaza’s erection and started to softly stroke him in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
The tension in Akaza snapped like an over-strained bow string with only three pumps of his cock. His vision went white behind his eyelids as he screamed his release.
He collapsed onto the table and Kyojuro withdrew his tongue. Akaza didn’t think he'd ever felt so empty before, yet he was grateful at the same time. He doubted he could have handled any more stimulation in that moment.
Akaza was vaguely aware of Kyojuro leaning over his back to whisper, "How are you feeling?" into his ear.
"Nngh. Um…" Akaza opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by the judgemental eyes of their audience. "Embarrassed," he said as quietly as he could.
Kyojuro looked up at the people around them and straightened up. "Oh, my! I seem to have gotten ahead of myself!" he said with a great laugh. "I guess we are starting the orgy early this year!"
That got people to mind their own damn business. The people who wished to partake in the orgy got up and started to spread out blankets in the empty space between the tables, while those who didn’t intend to stay packed up and headed home.
Kyojuro gently stroked Akaza’s hair. "Did I push you too far?"
Akaza shook his head, starting to feel coherent again. "It was just different. I never put anything… up there before."
Kyojuro nodded. "Was it something you liked, or do you not want to do anything else like it?"
"I liked it!" Akaza said far too loud, springing up on his elbows to look his god in the eye. He cleared his throat. "I mean, I wouldn't mind doing more stuff like that."
To Kyojuro’s credit, he didn’t laugh at Akaza’s over eagerness, he merely smiled and said, "I'd like that a lot. Will you roll onto your back for me?"
Akaza nodded and flipped onto his back, trying not to grimace when he felt the front of his robes stick to his skin.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to stay that way for long. Kyojuro carefully undid his sash and slowly pushed the fabric open.
"You're beautiful," the god breathed, eyes roaming every inch of Akaza’s exposed body.
Akaza fought the urge to squirm under Kyojuro’s praise and heated gaze.
Kyojuro placed his hand on the center of Akaza’s chest and slid it down to his belly. The god’s palm glowed briefly, and Akaza’s body filled with a pleasant warmth, spreading from his stomach through his torso and limbs, all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.
"What was that?" he asked curiously.
"A boon for the night," Kyojuro explained with a mischievous grin. "It will help you keep up with my vigor."
Then he leaned down to capture Akaza’s lips in a kiss.
Akaza sighed into Kyojuro’s mouth, enjoying the simple, unhurried way their lips moved. He practically melted into the sensation.
Kyojuro pulled back just enough to say, "Tell me when you are ready."
"Keep kissing me like that," Akaza said breathlessly, "and you won't have to wait long."
Then he grabbed Kyojuro by the hair and dragged him back into a kiss.
The god grunted and pressed their bodies together. Akaza felt something hot and massive press into his thigh. He broke away from the other man’s mouth to look between them, and his jaw nearly fell off its hinges.
To say the god’s cock was large would be an understatement. Its unaroused form had nothing on the angry red, throbbing monster with a flared head staring Akaza in the eye.
Akaza gulped. "You're sure it will fit?" he asked, his own cock twitching to life at the thought despite his doubts.
"Yes. I'll work you open, nice and slow with my fingers first," Kyojuro said huskily. "The preparation is one of my favorite parts, carefully taking apart my consorts until they are breathless and writhing, begging to be filled more. I can't wait to see how gorgeous you are like that."
Akaza swallowed hard. "What are you standing around for, then? I don't wanna wait either!"
Kyojuro chuckled darkly. "Feisty! I love it!"
Then Kyojuro did something with his hand and a bottle appeared out of seemingly nowhere. He set it down on the table with a thud and opened it.
Dipping two fingers inside the bottle, Kyojuro smiled and whispered, "Spread your legs for me, dearest."
Akaza was quick to do as he was told, scooting back onto the table with his knees propped up.
Kyojuro leaned over him again, kissing him even as he traced his oiled finger in circles around his hole.
"Remember to breathe and relax," Kyojuro said, placing a kiss on Akaza's cheek.
Then he was pushing in with one finger. Akaza squirmed a little, and Kyojuro paused, waiting for him to still. The stretch wasn't bad, having the god’s tongue inside him first had helped to acclimate him to the feeling, even if he wasn't quite used to it yet.
Kyojuro’s finger was a lot firmer than his tongue, but a little thinner.
"How are you feeling?" Kyojuro asked softly.
"Good," Akaza sighed.
Kyojuro kissed him deeply and started to pump his finger in and out of Akaza’s ass, making the smaller man groan. Kyojuro slipped his tongue into Akaza's open mouth, entangling it with the other man’s tongue.
Akaza arched his hips, instinctively searching for friction as he rapidly hardened again.
"Hey!" he complained when Kyojuro pulled away from him to sit back in his chair.
Kyojuro gave him a crooked grin and ducked his head between Akaza’s legs to suck on his balls. The god carefully added a second finger at the same time, causing Akaza to slam his head back against the table with a moan.
Akaza was vaguely aware of similar sounds echoing around them as the other participants of the orgy got into the swing of things.
He hardly cared about that, though. Not when Kyojuro licked a stripe up his cock to suck on the tip before swallowing it whole. The rest of the world may as well not have existed outside of that sensation.
He grabbed Kyojuro by the horns and held on for dear life as the other man's head began to bob up and down, sucking the tip of Akaza’s cock on every upstroke. His fingers never stopped moving, attentive in their duty to stretch him open.
Kyojuro popped off Akaza’s shaft to lick the slit.
Akaza shuddered when the god removed his fingers to gather more oil.
"Do you think you can handle three fingers?" Kyojuro asked cheerily.
Akaza nodded vigorously.
"Ask for it," Kyojuro commanded softly. "I want to hear you."
"I want more," Akaza declared. "I can take more. Please," he added when he remembered his manners.
"Good boy," Kyojuro rumbled, slowly adding his fingers back one at a time.
Akaza groaned as the third finger breached him. It stung a little, but not nearly enough for him to want it to stop. If anything, he craved more of that feeling.
Akaza panted heavily into the cool night air, eyes closed tight as Kyojuro focused his attention on that sweet spot inside while he lazily sucked on his cock.
The night was cold, but Akaza was warm. Too warm, almost. Everything was wonderfully, uncomfortably hot. His gut was twisted in knots and his thighs twitched helplessly.
"Fuck… close again," he muttered brokenly.
"Look at me," Kyojuro ordered sharply. "I want to see you."
Akaza took a shaky breath, opened his eyes, and propped himself up on his elbows.
Kyojuro smiled and held his gaze as he took Akaza's whole cock down his throat. Akaza gasped, the sight combined with the way it felt was nearly too much to handle. His brain felt like a clogged gutter in the middle of a monsoon.
His whole body went taut, his mind going blank as Kyojuro kept on course, methodically repeating the motions that had brought him to the edge, steadily using them to throw him over it.
Akaza knew he should try and warn Kyojuro about what was coming, but the only words his brain could manage as his orgasm overtook him were, "Please, please, please ."
Kyojuro closed his eyes and groaned loudly, the vibrations it created along Akaza’s oversensitive flesh made him jerk and collapse back onto the table.
Kyojuro sat back in his chair, pulling out his fingers to leave Akaza feeling painfully empty.
Fire Mane looked thoroughly satisfied as he licked his lips. "Delicious!"
Akaza closed his eyes, panting softly. Too much. The god was too much. But, oh, how he wanted more of him.
He was contemplating how unfair it was he'd need to wait a while for round three when he realized he hadn't started to go soft yet.
Akaza lifted his head up slightly to look at his dick, slick from spit and cum, and still as hard as rock.
"Oh," he said quietly. "This is what you meant by 'keeping up with your vigor'."
Kyojuro nodded, his grin wide and toothy. "Yes. I want to enjoy as much time with you as I can tonight."
Akaza chuckled. He was really in for it, wasn't he?
"What next?" he asked with a lopsided smile.
"Do you think you're ready for me?" Kyojuro asked, looking adorably eager.
Akaza nodded excitedly. “Yes!”
Kyojuro patted his furry thigh. “Come here, dearest.”
Akaza slid off the table and stood in front of the seated god. Kyojuro offered his hand and helped Akaza climb into his lap to straddle him.
Akaza braced himself on Kyojuro’s chest, finding that the hair there was actually fur. He ran his fingers through Fire Mane’s fur, transfixed by how soft it was. Even the fur on his legs felt incredibly plush where it tickled Akaza’s knees.
Akaza accidentally brushed against one of Kyojuro’s nipples and quickly withdrew his hand.
“Don’t stop,” Kyojuro pleaded, bringing Akaza’s hand back to his nipple.
Akaza nodded and rubbed over the little bud with his thumb, playing with it with fumbling, shaking fingers. He didn’t know what he was doing, and he wasn’t getting much of a reaction out of Kyojuro.
At a loss for what he could do, he recalled kezio’s advice from earlier in the day and bent down to take Kyojuro’s nipple into his mouth, drawing a gasp out of the other man.
Encouraged, he sucked on the little bud, swirling his tongue around it.
Kyojuro threaded his fingers in Akaza’s hair, stroking his back with his other hand.
Akaza took Kyojuro’s nipple between his teeth and nibbled on it.
Kyojuro shuddered and moaned under him, his hand sliding down to grip the smaller man’s ass.
“Wanna be inside you. Can I? Please?” he begged, squeezing Akaza’s ass tightly.
Akaza hummed and popped off of Kyojuro’s chest to kiss him on the lips.
“Please,” he whispered against the god’s mouth. “I’m ready.”
“Grab the oil,” Kyojuro told him softly.
Akaza twisted and leaned back towards the table to grab the bottle, nearly dropping it in his haste.
“Good,” Kyojuro said once Akaza was settled in his lap again. “Now pour it over your hand and get me nice and wet. Don’t be shy with how much you use. The more, the better.”
Akaza did as he was instructed and brought his shaking, oil-slicked hand to Kyojuro’s cock. It was hot to the touch, and so thick he couldn’t touch his thumb to his forefinger when he wrapped his hand around it. He swallowed thickly and looked up to Kyojuro’s face as he slowly started to pump him.
Kyojuro sighed and relaxed into his touch before he leaned forward to kiss Akaza unhurriedly.
Encouraged, Akaza started to stroke him faster. Kyojuro grunted and swiped his tongue over Akaza’s lips, who gladly opened his mouth for him.
Kyojuro grabbed Akaza’s hips and lifted him up, breaking their kiss. “Ready?”
Akaza nodded, quickly guiding the god’s cock to his hole. He took a steadying breath and sank down.
The first couple of inches went smoothly, but he was met with some resistance as he took the other man deeper and deeper. His breath hitched when he felt a small flare of pain.
“Slowly,” Kyojuro said with a strained voice. “Don’t force it.”
Akaza shook his head. “I like the way it burns. You feel incredible. I feel so full .”
Kyojuro exhaled heavily but didn’t say anything else, his grip on Akaza’s hips tightening.
Akaza closed his eyes, head rolling back, when his ass finally met the deity’s hips. He felt like he was going to burst in the best way possible, hardly able to breathe for how full he felt. Kyojuro’s fingers twitched on his skin, and Akaza could tell he was getting impatient.
He leaned against Kyojuro’s chest, taking a moment to collect himself before he slowly raised his hips up. The god’s hand shifted to cup his ass, providing support as he moved. He got about halfway up before he slowly sank back down again.
Kyojuro groaned loudly, whispering words of praise under his breath as Akaza repeated the motion.
It was a bit uncomfortable for Akaza at first, but it felt better with each rise and fall of his hips, the glide steadily getting easier until he didn’t feel the need to move so cautiously.
He braced his hands on Kyojuro’s shoulders and started to pick up the pace, not really knowing what he was doing but putting his whole body into it in an attempt to make up for his lack of experience.
“Slow down, dearest,” Kyojuro panted against his ear, his warm breath sending a tickle down Akaza’s spine.
Akaza came to a jarring halt, shame welling up inside him. “I’m sorry, I--”
“None of that,” Kyojuro said, shushing him by brushing his thumb over his mouth. “There’s no right or wrong here, nothing to be sorry for. I only mean to show you how to savor it.”
Akaza nodded, thinking he understood. “Show me?”
Kyojuro smiled and gave him a quick kiss, grabbing him by the butt again. He lifted Akaza up until just the tip of his cock was inside him, then let him drop back down. He repeated this motion several times, slowly building the pace as he went.
“How’s this?” the god asked once they found a steady rhythm. “Be honest.”
“It’s okay,” Akaza admitted. “Not as good as your fingers were.”
The stretch of Kyojuro’s cock was wonderful, but it wasn’t hitting that spot inside him with the same directness as his fingers.
“Let’s see if we can fix that with a different angle,” Kyojuro said, quickly guessing what the young man was after.
Akaza shifted his hips so he was leaning back slightly, still clinging tightly to his god’s broad shoulders. This time, when his hips rose and fell, he jolted with a high moan, the cock inside him pressing wonderfully against his sweet spot.
“Better?” Kyojuro asked after a few moments.
Akaza nodded vigorously, slamming his hips down with enough force to make them both groan.
Kyojuro let him set the pace again, letting him experiment with speed and rhythm, but still helped him by lifting him on every upstroke.
Akaza quickly discovered that he liked it hard, forcing himself down on the god’s cock in a way that made his eyes water and his toes curl. He had a sneaking suspicion he would be sore later, but right now he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was chasing the steadily building pleasure in his gut as he tried to draw more pleasured sounds out of Kyojuro.
The god watched him with adoring eyes, his mouth wide open as he groaned into the nearly non-existent space between them.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered against Akaza’s lips.
Akaza shuddered, his gut twisting into knots at those words.
He wanted Kyojuro to praise him more.
“Please,” he whimpered, legs starting to shake from the strain of riding the bull god’s cock.
“Please what?” Kyojuro asked breathlessly. “What do you need, pretty boy?”
Akaza whined loudly, eyes screwing shut.
“Ohhhh. You like it when I praise you?” Kyojuro asked with a smile. “Is that it, my good boy? You like to hear how good you make your god feel?”
Akaza nodded, his body burning, and gasped out, “Yes!”
Kyojuro leaned forward, pressed his mouth to Akaza’s ear, and said, “My good boy, taking me so well. You’re impossibly tight around my cock. And you’re so passionate and beautiful. You look stunning, bouncing in my lap like this.”
Akaza moaned loudly, his insides were burning and there was a familiar, unbearable tension in his gut.
“You’re close, aren’t you, Akaza?” Kyojuro said, nibbling on the young man’s earlobe.
“Yes! Kyo-- Please !”
“I’m close, too,” Kyojuro huffed. “Will you cum with me, pretty boy?”
Kyojuro didn’t wait for an answer, wrapping his hand around Akaza’s erection to stroke him roughly.
Akaza gasped, stars exploding behind his eyes as he was sent unexpectedly over the edge.
Kyojuro all but roared in his ear as his cock twitched inside Akaza, the god’s seed spilling into him in wave after wave of molten lava. Kyojuro slammed Akaza down onto him, seating himself as far as he could go in the smaller man as he continued to spill into him relentlessly.
Akaza collapsed against Kyojuro’s chest, sweating, twitching, and breathless.
Kyojuro stroked Akaza’s hair and snuggled into his neck. “That was wonderful. You did so good.”
Akaza made a pitiful sound and nuzzled deeper into his god’s embrace, enjoying the moment of peace while it lasted. Both of them were still painfully hard, and Akaza could already feel the fire building up again when Kyojuro placed a hungry kiss to his neck.
“Do you need a break?” Kyojuro asked kindly.
Akaza shook his head and sat back to look the larger man in the eye. “My legs are a little sore, but I don’t want to stop.”
Kyojuro smiled and stood up, holding Akaza to his body and still inside him. “You worked so hard for me, dearest. Let me take care of things from here.”
Then he gently laid Akaza on the table. “Hold onto me tight, my sweet Akaza,” Kyojuro murmured Akaza his neck. “I’m going to take such good care of you. Gonna fill you so full of my seed, you’ll never come clean. Would you like that?”
Akaza’s face flushed hotly. “Gods, yes. Breed me, please!” Akaza froze for a moment, feeling extremely embarrassed. He hadn’t meant to say that last part.
Kyojuro chuckled darkly, pulling back to smile wickedly down at him. “Your wish is my command.”
Then he thrust forward.
By the time the sun had risen, Akaza had been fucked in more positions than he’d known existed and was leaking what could only be gallons of Kyojuro’s divine seed out of his ass.
When Kyojuro finally pulled out of him, Akaza groaned, equal parts relieved and disappointed. He knew he’d be feeling empty for a long, long time after this. He also couldn’t imagine walking long distances for at least a few days. His legs felt like jelly and his ass was starting to feel sore not that it wasn’t getting fucked.
He had zero regrets.
Kyojuro brushed a bit of hair out of Akaza’s face and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I have to go now, dearest,” the god said mournfully. “You should join the Rite again next year. I would love the chance to see you again.”
Akaza clung to Kyojuro, desperate for just a moment more. "I will," he vowed.
Kyojuro cuddled closer to him, equally reluctant to leave. "Until then, my sweet, keep this close to your heart."
Kyojuro undid the red rope around one of his horns and pressed it into Akaza's hand. "May it keep you safe."
Akaza stole one last kiss from his god, sad for his departure, but grateful for the time they'd spent together.
He couldn’t wait until the next spring.