reginarfic:

You splayed me over the altar of the abandoned temple. Here, you said, here no one would find us. Here, we would be one. I ripped off the robes from my mortal form. The marble was cold and hard against my back but I didn’t mind. I looked up at the statue of some old god people had forgotten to worship. That was before you kissed me, and I closed my eyes, felt your weight over me, your clothed groin on my naked cock. I begged you to remove this barrier, to let me touch you. If gods could pray, then that was the closest to praying I’d ever gotten.

Like man, with my mouth and my tongue, speaking in the language of devotion, I prayed to you.

Did you hear my prayers, Yuuri? You undid your robes as soon as I thought it, came back on top of me, ground your hips on mine, whispered my name to my ear repeatedly, utterances over utterances, like a chorus.

You lifted my legs up to your shoulders, and from your pocket you produced the holy oil. You poured it over my groin. You anointed my entrance. I moaned and bucked my hips, praying, again, praying, but this time you did not hear. You continued anointing me. I pulled you down for a kiss, my tongue in your mouth, my teeth biting your lips. This was my invocation.