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At the old age of twenty-nine, Doppo found himself to be the next virgin offering to the Mother Goddess.
He never saw it coming: he woke up one day in the Sage Candidate residence where he’d lived his entire life, to one of the servants delivering the news that the High Priest had appointed him as the next offering. He’d only been able to sit upright in his bed trying to process the news and blink twice before the same servant pulled him from under the sheets and rushed to fix him up for the visit to the Cathedral of Our Mother Goddess.
Now Doppo was here, standing in the middle of the Cathedral’s marble floors with the stained glass windows dappling his shoulders in muted purples and grays. He stood awkwardly between the rows of benches leading up to the altar, unsure of how to be so insignificant in such a holy place. After all, it was an honor to be chosen as the offering as it happened only once in five years. And for someone as old as him to be chosen, it’d startled him so badly that his fingers still tingled as he clasped his hands together toward the rose window rising high behind the altar.
“You must be Kannonzaka-san.” A voice came from behind him, making Doppo jump from fright. “Welcome to the Cathedral. I apologize for summoning you here at such a short notice.”
Doppo pivoted on his foot so fast he nearly stumbled headfirst into the first row of benches. “Y-Yes, I’m Kannonzaka Doppo. I—” When he lifted his head, he was met with two figures, both dressed in white worship attire: one with smooth purple hair cascading behind him and the other with a striking amber hue to his hair. Oh, he suddenly realized with a start at the taller one, it was the High Priest. The High Priest. “For-Forgive me for speaking so suddenly, High Priest. It’s an honor—It’s an honor to meet you.”
To his surprise, the High Priest gave a light laugh, deep and rich in tone, that seemed to reverberate through the Cathedral in a heartbeat. “It is quite alright. I am honored as well to make your acquaintance, Kannonzaka-san.” The High Priest gestured to the other man at his side, who gave Doppo a smile warm enough to match the molten gold in his eyes and had him tripping over himself again. “This is my apprentice, Sage Izanami Hifumi.”
“Blessings of Our Mother Goddess upon you,” Izanami said, his voice velvet smooth as the High Priest’s when he crossed a hand over his chest and dipped himself into a small bow in front of Doppo.
“Ah, um, blessings upon you, t-too,” Doppo mumbled back, unsure of how he should properly respond. He fumbled with the hem of his sleeve, flitting his gaze from Izanami back to the ground and then back to Hifumi again. At some point, Izanami caught his eye, gaze lowered from underneath his eyelashes that caught the light, and his lips tugged into another smile that made it hard for Doppo to swallow.
Beautiful, was the only word Doppo could use to describe the both of them. He could see why The Mother Goddess chose the both of them as her messengers. If Doppo was anyone else, he would have thought of them as incarnates. They exhibited a captivating type of demeanor that lured Doppo in until he had to force himself to stop staring at them. The High Priest’s regal manner and Izanami's mesmerizing charm—Doppo couldn’t believe they were going to be the ones to offer him. Maybe someone got the names wrong, switched it into Kannonzaka Doppo instead of the actual person meant for the offering.
“The ritual will commence tonight,” the High Priest said, pulling Doppo out of his abrupt daze. Tonight? Doppo’s heart jumped to his throat. That fast? “The servants will help prepare you for the ceremony. However,” he paused, turning his attention to Izanami, who looked just as taken back as Doppo, “I will not be the one executing the ritual. Hifumi-kun will do the honors tonight.”
Izanami gaped, and Doppo felt like he was listening to something he shouldn’t be listening to. “Me? But, Sensei, I’m not—”
“I trust you, Hifumi-kun. Do not worry, I will not be abandoning the both of you. I will be overlooking the ritual, but you will be the one starting it.” The High Priest put a reassuring hand on Hifumi’s shoulder. “Now, Kannonzaka-san. For the time being that you are here, please feel free to address me as Jakurai. There is no need for formalities between us during the process.”
Cold sweat pooled in Doppo’s hands, and heat prickled at the back of his neck. Calling the High Priest so casually by his first name? Doppo doesn’t think he can do it. He couldn’t even meet both of their gazes, so how did they expect him to use their names?
“Thank you, um, Jakurai,” Doppo stuttered, trying to stomach his uneasiness before he tacked on, “sensei. Jakurai-sensei. You can also just call me Doppo…”
Jakurai gave another one of his alluring light laughs. Doppo thought he was going to have a heart attack. “Very well, then, Doppo-kun. I hope you rest well before the ritual. While I would like to talk to you more, I’m afraid I have to prepare the altar. In my stead, Hifumi-kun will lead to your temporary quarters. Please excuse me.”
And with that, Jakurai nodded at Hifumi as a signal before he left the Cathedral, leaving Doppo with Hifumi.
“Sensei is super kind, isn’t he?” Hifumi interrupted the silence a while after Jakurai took his leave. He began walking past the benches to the other side of the Cathedral, stopping halfway to see if Doppo was following him.
“H-Huh?” Doppo took a glance at Hifumi before scurrying along. “Oh, yes… he is.”
Hifumi gave a chuckle, one that caught underneath Doppo’s ribcage. “I also did not know I would be the one offering you tonight, Doppo-kun. It is an honor, truly. I hope you have no qualms with this.”
“Not —Not at all, Izanami-san.”
“Just Hifumi is alright. Sensei did say we didn’t need any formalities between us, didn’t he?” Hifumi opened the doors to a hallway at the back of the Cathedral, one lit with the same stained glass windows lining the interior of the building’s main room. The light spilled across Hifumi’s hair and outlined him in gold, and for a moment, Doppo wondered how someone who claimed to be human could have a halo. It was as he was the light’s home, a place where it could rest as he accepted it in the dips of his collarbones, the curve of his chin, the space between his fingers. Doppo swallowed thickly.
“Yes… I suppose he did.”
“Sensei is a benevolent person, so don’t be so nervous,” Hifumi continued, halting suddenly in his tracks to turn around to face Doppo, head tilted as if to examine him. Doppo’s heels nailed themselves to the floor to stop himself from crashing into Hifumi. They were barely an inch apart—Hifumi looked down on him with half-lidded eyes, the light drawing a perfect triangle against his cheekbone. Doppo’s breath hitched in his throat. “What about him makes you so nervous? Hm?”
“He—” Doppo unhinged his jaw to speak, hinged it, then unhinged it again. Hifumi was close enough for Doppo to touch him. A taboo thought, especially before the ritual. “He’s the High Priest. Anyone would be nervous around him…”
“You were blushing whenever he talked.” Hifumi lowered his voice, low enough to fit two people in one hallway, the color of stained glass windows acting as the only silent witness. Doppo balked as the Sage leaned in nearer and nearer until Doppo could feel the warmth emanating from him. “Not a lot of people blush when he talks.”
“I–” Doppo’s voice went dry in his throat. He really hoped Hifumi can’t see the crimson tinging the tips of his ears. But he must have, because Hifumi’s eyes flickered somewhere before he pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face.
“I’m just teasing you. It’s okay to be embarrassed. I understand. He’s really handsome.”
Doppo sputtered. “What?”
“Is he not? Our Mother Goddess has good taste when choosing her messengers.” Doppo didn’t know how Hifumi could say something so sacrilegious and leave with such a carefree gait as he did. “Don’t you think so?”
“I don’t think I can say anything about that,” Doppo trailed off, even though he did think Hifumi and Jakurai had the physiques near divine beings. It was such a blasphemous thought that he nearly slapped himself for thinking about it in the Cathedral. Hifumi, on the other hand, thought nothing about it and laughed again.
“You’re something special, Doppo-kun. Have been since you were young.” Hifumi stopped at a door to the right of the hallway. Doppo couldn’t even ask what he meant before the servants at the door addressed Hifumi with the Cathedral’s formal greeting. “They’ll take you in to bathe and prepare you for tonight. I look forward to the ritual.” With one last, half-lidded look at Doppo, Hifumi crossed his right arm over his chest and dipped his head. “Blessings of Our Mother Goddess upon you.”
“Her blessings be upon you, too,” Doppo could only respond as he watched Hifumi take his leave with the confidence of a royal at his feet.
Something special since he was young, huh? Doppo mulled over this as the servants took him to the massive bathhouse in the West end of the Cathedral. He remembered sitting in the bath, head raised toward the ceiling decorated with intricate, hand-drawn paintings of the Mother Goddess, the hot water lulling him into a sound nap. He thought about Hifumi’s words a bit, wondering and wondering, and just as he almost recalled something from his childhood, the servants came in to finish washing him. They lathed his body in rose-scented oil (Sage Izanami’s favorite aroma, they had told him) and dressed him in a translucent gray-purple silk attire that exposed his chest down to his navel. He was then crowned with a wreath of silver leaves before being left to spend the rest of the time until evening on his own.
He didn’t do much then, though he found it difficult to take a nap when he constantly thought about the ritual. Hifumi would be doing the honors, meaning that Doppo would have his firsts of everything with him. The simple thought of it made him so jittery he threw open the window and almost let out a guttural scream fit for a murder.
The rest of his hours went like that: thinking about Hifumi’s closeness, thinking about Jakurai’s deep voice, thinking about his lack of worthiness, thinking about how the Mother Goddess had allowed him to become her next offering and how there would be not one, but two, people present at the ritual.
In the middle of his overthinking, when the skyline outside turned the same violet hue as the Cathedral’s rose window, a servant came to retrieve Doppo from his chambers and lead him to the ceremonial area.
It was significantly different from how it looked this morning, the center of the Cathedral. The large altar which was barren this morning, Doppo noticed, had turned into something like a bed, illuminated by a plethora of candles lined up against its sides. A woolen fleece just thick enough to give volume to the flat rock was draped over the altar, accompanied by what he assumed was a pillow.
And next to the door was Hifumi, who was clothed in a similar attire as Doppo’s, except he had a long strip of silk looped around his arms and hung over the small of his back in lieu of sleeves, exposing his entire chest and shoulder blades.
“Doppo!” Hifumi called in a more cheery and childish tone than he had this morning. The lack of honorifics and the high range of his voice took Doppo off guard, and he could only stand in place stiffly as Hifumi bounded over and inspected him. “Wow, you’re really pretty.”
What colloquial language, Doppo thought. What changed in the few hours they were apart? He didn’t get the chance to wonder much about it, because Jakurai entered the room right after, clothed in the same type of silk that acted as a robe with draping sleeves and hems that dragged across the marble as he walked.
“The preparations are nearly complete, Hifumi-kun, Doppo-kun.” Jakurai nodded his head at the both of them, and suddenly, Doppo felt it hard to breathe in the room with how hard his heart was knocking in his chest to be let out. He’s jittery again just by looking at them. “If you both could wait at the altar as I receive a couple more items from the other room, I would appreciate it.”
“Sure can do, Sensei! C’mon Doppo.” Hifumi beckoned him over to the side of the altar, where he hummed a little tune and smoothened the woolen fleece that obviously did not look like it needed smoothening. But he smoothened it anyway, and Doppo decided to help by tugging the left corner a little. Dare he ruin anything by touching anymore than he should. “You still scared?”
“Um… kind of.” Doppo wrung his hands together, having no other idea how to use them. “Uh, Hifumi, could I—could I ask something?”
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick? Do I need to tell Sensei?” Hifumi’s eyebrows pinched into a concerned look, and Doppo waved his hands in front of him.
“No, no it’s just… What did you mean when you said I’ve been special since I was younger?”
Hifumi paused at this. His expression melted into one of nostalgia: soft and tender like a vulnerability. “I… kind of knew you when I was younger. When we were younger. We grew up in the same Sage Candidate residency.”
“We… did?”
“I don’t expect you to remember ‘cause it was such a long time ago, but we were friends once. Before I moved to another place in the Residency. And before Our Mother Goddess chose me as the next Sage. I thought I’d never see you again after I moved since there were so many Candidates, but… Our Mother Goddess really blessed me this time. I got to see you again. Here.” Hifumi rocked happily on the heels of his feet with such a bright smile that Doppo felt lost knowing that he didn’t remember someone as lively as Hifumi. “It’s not that important now, but…” Hifumi trailed off for a second. Doppo waited with bated breath, the reflection of candles as gold flakes in the other’s eyes. “If you ever do remember me from then, I think that’d make me super happy.”
“Ah…” Doppo balked, his mouth running dry. “I’m really sorry for not remembering you. I don’t—I don’t remember a lot of things from back then.”
“I know,” Hifumi whispered with a tinge of sadness to which Doppo didn’t know the reason to. “It’s okay, though. You’re here now. Oh! I think Sensei’s back.”
True to his words, Jakurai returned with a silver plate in hand and placed it on the ground at the foot of the altar. “Are you both ready for the ritual? Doppo-kun?”
Doppo nodded, though his mind still felt the lingering touch of Hifumi’s wistful words.
“Alright then. Doppo-kun, if you could take a seat on the altar. Hifumi-kun, please start whenever both of you are ready.”
Doppo settled himself at the edge of the altar, his legs dangling off the high-rise of stone. Before him, Hifumi smiled reassuringly. He crossed his right hand over his chest as per custom, and bowed slightly to Doppo. “Blessings of Our Mother Goddess upon you.” He took Doppo’s fingertips and placed a chaste kiss over his knuckles. “May She accept you, Kannonzaka Doppo, as our virgin offering for the next five years to come.”
“Good,” Jakurai murmured from the other end of the altar. “Now, Doppo-kun, please lay down on the altar. You need not worry about what to do. Hifumi-kun will handle it from here.”
From this view laid spread out on the altar, Doppo saw the entirety of the ceiling, its murals bathed in candlelight. He felt the silk pressed against his back, the wool against his neck, the feathered pillow easing his head upright. What he also saw in its entirety was Hifumi disrobing himself, casting the silk over his shoulders onto the floor and revealing his broad shoulders and toned stomach that made him look more like a sculpture than anything else.
“You ready, Doppo?” Hifumi eased a knee between Doppo’s legs, caging him with two hands on both sides of his head.
Doppo subdued the urge to wet his dry lips. “Y-Yeah.”
Hifumi descended on him slowly, the skin of his torso skimming lightly over Doppo’s as he pressed himself down and took Doppo’s mouth for his own. Doppo let out a muffled squeak, the lower half of his body giving a sudden jerk into Hifumi’s pelvis while he shut his eyes tight enough to see shapes in the darkness and felt Hifumi kiss him gently. A simple press of the lips, lingering just enough to keep the warmth between them, before Hifumi pulled away suddenly and left the cold air to grace Doppo’s collarbones.
“Doppo,” Hifumi said, low and soft like the touch of his hands on Doppo’s cheek. Doppo’s eyelids fluttered open in the way his heart couldn’t stop doing as Hifumi’s thighs shifted around his hips. “You don’t have to be so stiff. Try to relax a bit, okay? I’ll take good care of you, so don’t be scared of feeling things. C’mon, let yourself have this.”
“Hifumi-kun is correct,” Jakurai chimed in, closer than Doppo thought he would be to the altar. He wouldn’t know where, though, because Hifumi’s radiant face took up his entire vision. He averted his eyes, only for Hifumi to catch his chin between a thumb and index finger to bring him back to the center. “The ritual can only commence once you have relaxed. Try to focus on Hifumi-kun, Doppo-kun.”
Doppo’s tongue darted from behind his teeth to flick over his lips. “Yes, Sensei.”
Hifumi smiled down at him as he lowered himself once more. Focus on Hifumi, Doppo thought. Focus on him. He inhaled deeply, catching Hifumi’s rich fragrance of citrus mixed with something earthy. He did it again, anchoring himself down to the altar with Hifumi’s scent. “Let’s try it again. You can hold onto me this time as much as you like.”
This time, when Hifumi lowered himself into a kiss, Doppo let his own mouth reciprocate the movement of Hifumi’s plush lips, little gasps escaping the small space they built. Hifumi’s hands roamed down Doppo’s arched body, tugging the silk off his shoulders down to his waist, slowly undressing him, cupping the little arc of his back as his thumbs pressed soft indents into the skin there. And then the lines blurred as Hifumi continued touching him, praising Doppo’s body with his hands, teasing him: Doppo locked his hands around Hifumi’s neck, Hifumi wrapped his palms around Doppo’s heaving ribcage, slipped his wet, slick tongue into Doppo’s pliant mouth, chasing moans out of him with his rutting hips.
Hifumi’s tongue licked at Doppo’s teeth, claiming the entirety of the cavity, and Doppo felt his back arch as his gasps pitched high and he moaned, muffled as he could into Hifumi’s mouth. And when Hifumi did grind himself against Doppo’s bulge underneath his silk clothes, Doppo keened. His hips snapped upward to follow that heat as Hifumi panted heavily against his lips and rolled the lower-half of his body downward to give Doppo what he wanted. They humped against each other for a while until Doppo lost sense of who he was and surrendered himself to Hifumi’s lead, hot skin against hot skin, sweat melding their bodies together.
When they parted, it was with Doppo’s lips swollen red and Hifumi’s bangs swept messily over his eyes. A disheveled beauty who was going to take Doppo tonight. He licked his lips sensually, and Doppo couldn’t help but smother a groan with the back of his hand at the painful heat throbbing between his legs.
“That’s more like it,” Hifumi laughed, though it was barely a pant with him trying to catch his breath. “You tasted super good, Doppo. Like roses. Did the servants put you up to this?” He grinned, amused and so delighted at the thought of tasting Doppo that it made Doppo himself bashful enough to make his face hot. “The Mother Goddess would love you as an offering. Right, Sensei?”
Doppo flushed even more at the mention of Jakurai, who he just remembered watched the entirety of the scene before him. It took everything within him to resist the urge to cover his face.
“Yes,” Jakurai answered from over Doppo, his shadow an elegant drape of deep gray over Doppo’s eyes. “Please do not refrain from using your voice, however. It is essential that Our Mother Goddess hears you. Otherwise, you did very well, Doppo-kun.”
“Thank—” Doppo could barely find his voice as Hifumi straddled him, caressing his face with those dexterous fingertips of his and sending shivers down Doppo’s spine. “Thank you, Sensei.”
“Of course. Now, we will be moving on to the second part of the ritual. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
“Only… Only down there…” Doppo mumbled, his embarrassment palpable enough to taste.
“That is natural.” Jakurai nodded his head. “It seems as if the ritual is going smoothly. Then, Hifumi-kun, if you will—the next step, please. I will also help you through this phase, Doppo-kun. If you are uncomfortable anywhere else, please let us know.”
Hifumi began almost immediately, retrieving the silver plate that Jakurai had left at the front of the altar earlier. He dipped his fingers into it, swirling them around twice before he nestled himself between Doppo’s legs and dipped his head to press his mouth against the pale skin there. He pulled the last of the silk outfit away to make way for the night air to kiss Doppo’s bare skin.
In spite of himself, Doppo let out soft gasps as Hifumi kissed up and down his inner thigh, teeth dragging slightly over the area. It was then that Doppo felt Jakurai’s hands on his temples, brushing his sweat-slicked hair out of the way so he could see the moonlight leaking through the Cathedral’s rose window to sustain all the candles through the ceremony. His eyelids fluttered as Jakurai trailed his long fingers down his chin as Hifumi had done, pressing themselves into his throat slightly. They were warm, his hands. If only Jakurai could continue touching him like this; maybe if he could touch him in places other than his face. Like how Hifumi was doing down his body, the dips of his hips, all the way down—
He let out a short yelp of surprise as Hifumi inserted a lubed finger into his hole, the sudden penetration a foreign feeling in his body.
“Did I startle you, Doppo?” Hifumi giggled, still easing his finger into Doppo. “Sorries. I didn’t mean to.”
“N-No, it’s okay. I was just. Um.” Doppo let out another pant as Hifumi sunk his knuckle fully into him and worked it around inside. “Thinking. Thinking. A—A little, ah—” He rolled his hips into Hifumi’s hand, claiming more of that pleasure.
Hifumi gave a small, pleased hum at his response before adding another finger. And it began to be too much: Hifumi’s third, skilled finger tapping against his walls and fucking him slowly with three fingers to make sure he was stretched wide open; Jakurai’s thumb running over his quivering bottom lip, caught at the edge of each of the moans spilling from his mouth.
“Hi—Hifumi,” Doppo moaned into Jakurai’s hand, hips buckling and his dick swollen, its tip near his stomach gleaming with precum. “Hifumi, please.”
“Mmm,” Hifumi murmured, low enough to be muted by Doppo’s whines. “One more.”
The fourth finger was near Doppo’s breaking point—he rode on the fullness that worked dutifully inside him as Hifumi fingered him at an increasingly faster pace.
“Look at you,” Hifumi said just loud enough Doppo could hear over his own voice. “Taking in my fingers so nicely. Sensei, Our Mother Goddess chose the right offering, didn’t she?”
“Indeed.” Jakurai’s voice rumbled next to Doppo’s ear. Doppo clamped his legs around Hifumi, caging him with his trembling knees. It was too much already. “You’re doing very well, Doppo-kun. Please keep it up.”
Doppo gasped wetly, mouth wide open, and Jakurai took the chance to press his thumb against Doppo’s incisor. He caressed it while Hifumi removed his fingers, leaving Doppo aching for more. His cock throbbed with neglect so much that he let out a broken sob that Jakurai stole between his fingers. Touch me more, he thought when Jakurai’s other hand massaged his jawline. More, more, more.
At the other end of the altar, Doppo was vaguely aware that Hifumi had hooked one of Doppo’s legs over his shoulder, pushing them wide apart to center himself. The silk around his waist was gone, giving way to strong hip bones that accentuated his figure. Doppo watched as best he could lying down as Hifumi lubed himself with the substance in the silver plate, stroking his erection flushed equally as pink as Doppo’s.
“I’m glad that I could be the one to offer you,” Hifumi said, breath light in the air as he aligned the head of his cock to Doppo’s opening, hands gripping Doppo’s hips steadily. “Thank you for letting me take you.”
“You—” It was the only word Doppo could get out before Hifumi pushed in, breaching past the tightness that clenched with each movement. Hifumi let out a grunt; Doppo moaned, high-pitched at the stretch that burned when Hifumi fully bottomed out, hips connected to Doppo’s body like another limb. “Hifumi—Ah—Mmm—!”
“Doppo,” Hifumi moaned, leaning down to press kisses against Doppo’s torso. Doppo clenched around Hifumi’s pulsating cock, “You’re sucking me in so nicely… So you’ve accepted me, huh.”
“Hifumi,” Doppo gasped, the only thing that would come out of his mouth as Hifumi started moving. He slid right along Doppo’s walls, pulling out enough to leave a wide emptiness in his wake. “Hi—Hifum–A-Ah—”
And when Hifumi did thrust back in, Doppo cried. He came apart easily, knees knocking against Hifumi’s back while Hifumi fucked him at a high-speed pace on the holy altar, snapping his hips into Doppo over and over again until his cock made a space for itself in him. It was so big, so filling, that Doppo felt his insides rearrange themselves as Hifumi slammed himself deeper with stuttered, deafening moans, the arc of his tip hitting Doppo’s sweet spot. Pleasure coursed through his body, holding him absolutely hostage as his mouth continuously craned open like he was in the middle of a prayer.
“Doppo,” Hifumi panted out with each drive of his hips. “Doppo, ah— Doppo, Doppo, Do—Doppo—” He grunted as he raised Doppo’s leg higher over his shoulder and fucked into him at an angle that had Doppo whimpering, helpless at Hifumi’s hands.
At some point, he became hypersensitive, feeling the silk rubbing against his skin and the sweat down the arc of his back, Hifumi’s fingers tight around his thighs, his waist, and then his tongue in Doppo’s mouth, swallowing all their moans together while Jakurai held his wrists over his head gently and restrained his jerking hands. They took turns kissing him—Hifumi and Jakurai. Hifumi, Jakurai. Hifumi Jakurai. Hifumi Jakurai Jakurai Hifumi Hifumi—
As Hifumi bucked his hips into Doppo, skin slapping against skin and echoing through the entire Cathedral, Jakurai caught his lips and kissed him slow and deep, tasting of rich velvet and lavender, silencing Doppo and letting the force of Hifumi’s thrusts speak for him instead. It was too much—Jakurai’s tongue, Hifumi’s cock, his shivering skin, the soreness in his back, and just as he thought he wouldn’t make it, a hand wrapped itself around his flushed length, friction against skin, jerking him off.
“Be a good boy and come for us, Doppo-kun,” Jakurai whispered in a low voice next to his ear, his breath tickling the shell. “Come for us.”
A broken moan wrenched itself out of Doppo as he came, hot, white, and thick onto his stomach, a shudder passing through his limbs. Even then, Hifumi fucked him through his orgasm, working Doppo’s over-sensitive walls to the point where Doppo saw white behind his eyelids. And then he came clean into Doppo, the heat of his cum filling Doppo’s hole until it oozed out, sticky and languid, onto the altar beneath.
Doppo didn’t know how much time passed between his orgasm and when he woke up. All he knew is that when he opened his eyes, the Cathedral’s candles were still lit, a soft glow that chased away the harsh shadows. The rose window seemed to look down on him, its moonlight having changed course to pool over his body while he was out. An ache rippled down his spine when he tried to shift himself over the wool.
“Are you feeling alright, Doppo-kun?” Jakurai asked from next to him. Doppo blinked wearily at him, noticing how the moonlight made his hair shine.
“Y-Yes,” Doppo answered, wincing. “Just a little sore.”
“I apologize on behalf of Hifumi-kun for overworking you, especially during your first time.”
“It’s alright,” Doppo nodded, though it was more of a yank of his head. “It was… It was good.” More than good. Doppo couldn’t wash the feeling from his veins even if he wanted to. Hifumi rocking into him at a strong, steady pace was something he would remember forever. “Um. Where’s Hifumi?”
“He has stepped outside to prepare for the next step.”
Doppo blanched, all the heat leaving his body. “Next step?”
“Please do not be frightened. It is the final step of the ritual, I promise you. I understand that your body may be a little oversensitive right now, but that is necessary for the process.” Jakurai brushed the bangs out of Doppo’s eyes. “I will be participating in this step. It will require you to sit upright, so if you could…”
With a hand on Doppo’s back, Jakurai helped him upward. A spark of pain shocked his waist down, and Doppo let out an uncomfortable grunt. Jakurai seemed to notice this, because he eased the pillow underneath Doppo to help with the ache.
“Doppo!” Hifumi burst through the doors, clothed with the same silk from before. “You’re up!”
“Hifumi,” Doppo acknowledged, his legs swinging off the altar. “Thank you, um. Thank you for taking care of me. I felt… I felt really good.”
“Hehe,” Hifumi giggled. “That’s good! We gotta make you feel even better next time. We’re moving on to the final step, right, Sensei?”
Jakurai gave a small tilt of his head to verify Hifumi’s statement. “Have you recovered enough, Doppo-kun?”
“Yes,” Doppo responded, although still apprehensive. “I’m ready.”
“Good. Then, Hifumi-kun, please take a seat behind Doppo-kun.”
Hifumi didn’t need to be told twice before he lifted himself onto the altar and nestled himself behind Doppo, pressing his chest against Doppo’s back. “Relax again, alright? Sensei’s super good at what he does. Just relax, and let us take care of you.”
“A-Ah, okay…” From this position, Doppo could feel Hifumi’s heart thudding silently into his back. A strong, steady rhythm, just like—
“Doppo, your ears are red. Are you feeling good?” Hifumi whispered into his ear. Doppo flinched, eliciting a laugh out of Hifumi. “Are you thinking about something? Sensei, perhaps? Or maybe, is it me?” He drew his lips down the edge of Doppo’s jaw, breathing heavily on purpose to make sure Doppo felt it on his skin. “You did very well underneath me. Sensei said so. Your body was so obedient, like it was made for us. And you came so much, too.”
“D-Don’t—” Doppo started, tripping over his words as Hifumi pressed a kiss to his neck. “Don’t—Ah—”
“Now, Hifumi-kun,” Jakurai said sternly as he appeared in front of Doppo with all his hair tucked behind him in an elegant flow of purple. In the candles’ presence, the crown of his head shone with a glow fit for the same type of halo Doppo saw on Hifumi earlier. Something ethereal, divine. “Don’t overexert him before the final step. We want to make sure that all the pleasure he receives is during the last part of the ritual.”
Hifumi removed himself from Doppo’s neck and opted to place his chin on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Doppo’s torso. “Whoopsies. Sorry ‘bout that, Doppo.”
It was too late to apologize, though, because Doppo’s cock was no longer as limp as it was before, and just looking at it between his legs had him blushing from embarrassment again. Before Doppo could apologize or say anything about it, Jakurai kneeled on the floor as he would before prayer to position himself between his legs abruptly.
“Sen—Sensei?” Doppo gaped, a stutter that turned into a surprised gasp when Jakurai tucked his hair behind his ear and took Doppo entirely into his mouth with ease. His lips puckered into a pretty pink illuminated by the candlelight, wrapping themselves around Doppo’s length. “Sens—Sensei—hah—”
“You’re surprised, aren’t you?” Hifumi murmured from behind Doppo, doing what he did again with his breath and his voice, all tickling the side of Doppo’s head. Doppo almost couldn’t hear him with how Jakurai’s mouth closed beautifully around his dick and coated it in tight heat. “Sensei on his knees for you during the ritual. Don’t you feel worshipped, Doppo? The High Priest, pleasing you, at your mercy.”
Doppo whimpered at Hifumi’s words as Hifumi pressed open-mouthed kisses along his neck, down the junction between that and his shoulder, over his shoulder blade. He made sure to tongue the bare skin, licking stripes down the other’s throat.
Meanwhile, his hands were lithe, skimming across Doppo’s nipples and over his waist, feeling him up like he was something sacred. Doppo couldn’t resist the moans that overflowed from his mouth as his body shook from Jakurai’s tongue lapping at the slit of his cock and Hifumi’s palms that seemed to cover every inch of his skin in a coveting.
His legs spasmed; they wrapped around Jakurai’s head to keep him in, to keep his moans vibrating down his dick, to keep the heat from escaping. It was wet, sloppy, tighter than anything he’d felt before. Hifumi was right about Jakurai being good at what he does, because when Doppo felt himself hit the back of his throat, the sound he let out was something he didn’t know he could ever make.
“Doppo,” Hifumi murmured over and over again. He guided one of Doppo’s arms over his neck and held the other one down at the side with a hand interlaced with Doppo’s fingers. His teeth grazed the tender skin of his throat. “Doppo, Doppo. Look at Sensei feasting on you. He doesn’t do this for everyone, y’know. Doesn’t he look beautiful? Just for you, his mouth on you and he can’t even take it off with how good you taste.”
When he dared look down, he saw the hardness of his dick in Jakurai’s mouth—a small bump on his cheek as the High Priest deep-throated him, hair disheveled and hands gripping Doppo’s thighs so hard he was sure they’d bruise.
“Sensei,” Doppo gasped half-way just as Hifumi angled his head to meet his mouth, and then they were kissing again, open-mouthed and messy and sucking on each other’s tongues. Doppo gripped the back of Hifumi’s neck for dear life, tugging at the stray strands there as his hips bucked into Jakurai’s mouth. Hifumi brushed a thumb over a nipple and then rolled it between two fingers, almost as if teasing Doppo. He pulled lightly at them, pinched them, pressed on them, just so Doppo’s back could arch without his knowledge, succumbing to Hifumi’s touch. Hifumi ran his hand down that, too, arm wrapping itself over his abdomen to claim. And then just as Jakurai hollowed out his cheeks, Hifumi sunk his teeth deep into the junction between Doppo’s neck and shoulder, strangling a string of choked moans from him.
“Sensei,” Doppo panted out as Hifumi licked the bite mark he left, red and angry. His cock twitched in Jakurai’s mouth along the pad of his tongue. “Sensei, I’m—I’m close—”
The same feeling coiled in his abdomen. Hot, tight, almost panicked, if Jakurai didn’t remove himself from Doppo’s dick, a string of saliva connecting the tip to his tongue. Doppo almost could have come from that sight alone had Hifumi not eased him back onto the altar, where he laid flat on his back.
“Release will soon come,” Jakurai said while he shifted himself between Doppo’s legs, stroking his own throbbing length: long, slim, and tinged a pale pink. And, oh, Doppo realized with a start when Jakurai’s cock prodded at his swollen entrance, he was about to get fucked again. “Please hold on for a while longer, Doppo-kun. You are doing very, very well.”
And all Doppo could do as Hifumi whispered sweet, dirty things into his ear with his hands and mouth all over Doppo’s face was to be obedient, just like he wanted to be for the two of them.
Jakurai entered him fast, faster than Hifumi had, slipping right in to create that burning stretch again. Doppo moaned sharply, voice cracking from overuse. He didn’t know how much he could take—another fucking, two more? He could do it, though, he thought with his mind on another pane as Jakurai angled deep into him. Another round, he could do it. Only if it was with Sensei and Hifumi.
“Sensei. Sensei,” Doppo whined, a pathetic thing from his throat. “Sen—Sensei, pl—please—”
His mouth gaped open, more gasps and pants than full moans vocalizing through the Cathedral. His voice reverberated past the many rows of benches, all watching him be taken by the High Priest after being fucked by his Sage. The thought of it made his walls clench around Jakurai’s length, sucking him in sweetly as if it wanted more even when Doppo was spent. More, more, more; that’s what his body demanded even on the verge of exhaustion.
And Jakurai complied to Doppo’s demands, rolling his hips fluidly into Doppo to ease all the apprehension out of him. Compared to Hifumi’s quick, powerful, staccato thrusts, Jakurai was more gentle, more practiced in the way that he was graceful with each snap of his hips. He breathed heavily above Doppo, his long hair cascading over his body like a veil to hide him from all those benches that stared at him.
At some point, Doppo did cry. He let out a loud whimper with tears at the corners of his eyes that Hifumi kissed away as he held Doppo’s hands at the sides of his head. He pinned them there so firmly with intertwined fingers that Doppo could only grip Hifumi’s hands feebly while he was worked relentlessly into the altar. His body was so overstimulated, so thoroughly used as Jakurai pounded into him roughly, that he didn’t need anyone’s hand on his cock this time. With a spasm that shot through his body once Jakurai hit his prostate, Doppo came with a sob on the altar, clenching tightly onto Jakurai’s dick like he didn’t want to let it go while his cum painted his stomach white in fat ropes.
A couple seconds later, Jakurai also came, scorching hot and full into Doppo just as Hifumi had. When he pulled out, Doppo was still conscious enough to feel the cum sliding out of his hole and down his thighs.
“Good job, Doppo.” Hifumi planted a kiss on Doppo’s sweat-matted forehead. “You accepted us so nicely, I’m sure Our Mother Goddess loved your offering.”
“Mmmm,” Doppo responded, tired out of his mind. His voice was too hoarse to respond anymore. But that didn’t matter, because Jakurai and Hifumi knew that without him having to say it. They eased his head back onto the pillow, their hands kind to his body when they cleaned it with cleansing towels. Both of them were warm—Hifumi and Jakurai. So warm that he could fall asleep to their murmuring voices.
“Take a long break, Doppo-kun,” Doppo heard as he faded out on the altar, the rose window’s dyed moonlight washing over his eyelids to lull him to sleep. “You deserve it.”