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“W-wait, Gin san,” Morita pushed Ginji away from his mouth, “the service is about to-”

His mouth was claimed once again before he could finish his sentence, his body was pushed against the right wall of the small stall they were in, a leg forced him to open his legs for Ginji as the older man moved a hand to touch him from over the pants. 

“It’s fine, it’s only the gospels,” Ginji told him between kisses, not giving Morita enough time to reply. The bathrooms were empty, everyone had hurried to go to the temple as the small band started to prepare the instruments, Ginji had taken Morita by the arm as the younger hurried to follow the rest of the congregation and pulled him on the other direction ignoring Morita’s complaints. 

“We ca- nhg!” Morita covered his mouth, ashamed of the sounds he was made to produce that were amplified by the echo. 

Ginji ignored him, quickly undoing Morita’s belt and pulling down his pants and underwear, “don’t tell me you want to enter the house of God in this state?”

Morita shook his head, tears were starting to form in his eyes, why was his body so easy to react to Ginji’s touch? Guilt filled his heart as he got hard over another man touching him in such a sinful manner yet so addictive, Morita was unable to turn away from the temptation, letting Ginji masturbate him. How was he supposed to face God when he was sinning at the place he should be worshipping his creator. 

“It’s fine, Morita,” he heard Ginji tell him as the man got on his knees, “does it feel good?”

Morita nodded, he didn’t dare to open his mouth, afraid he wouldn’t be able to close it if he were to do that. 

“Does it feel good having another man on his knees the same way you get on yours to pray?” Morita didn’t have time to say anything as he felt Ginji take his entire member in his mouth, making slow movements that Morita felt a little too much, each slow motion made him more aware of the sensations, tears started to fall as his hips trembled searching for more contact. 

How many Sundays have gone like this? With him moaning in the bathrooms, unable to focus on the service, unable to face the rest of the congregation. 

Unaware of his predicaments, Ginji continued moving his head, using his tongue to offer more pleasure to Morita, enjoying seeing the other cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his voice. Ginji continued looking up at Morita who had his eyes closed with a small frown on his red face, he could listen to the gospels, the people singing and clapping but the real music for him was Morita, he took his time, teasing Morita with the low speed, not giving him enough stimulation, a small punishment for being a walking temptation that forced Ginji to sin over and over again.

“You should be ashamed, Morita,” Ginji told him, “moving your hips like this,” he started to use his finger to trace every vein in Morita’s member, making him whimper, “you should at least follow the rhythm of the others. Come on,” he smirked, “everyone is singing and clapping their hands, do the same with your hips.”

Morita shook his head, “not enough.”

“Hmmm? What is not enough? You have to use your words… or we can just leave and join the rest right now,” he moved to stand up but was stopped by Morita putting a hand on his head. 

“It’s too slow… Gin-san. I need more, please,” he begged in such a wonderful manner Ginji could do nothing but prepare his mouth for the younger. 

“Does it feel that good?” He opened his mouth, “then come here, sinful boy.”

Morita didn’t complain about the nickname, it fitted him just right, there was no other way to describe him. He grabbed Ginji by the head as he introduced his member in the other’s mouth, crying and whimpering as he thrusted into him. Ginji let him use his mouth, enjoying listening to Morita’s voice as Morita was unable to keep down his voice prisoner of the pleasure.

Morita wasn’t sure how to feel anymore, should he really feel ashamed for doing something that felt good? For not getting away from Ginji and falling for him? If only being in love was a sin then why did it matter if he added a few more to the list? 

The wave of shame and regret that always followed his climaxes was no longer there, the mortification had slowly disappeared and Morita cried even more. Guilty for no longer feeling guilty. Maybe there was no salvation for him anymore. 

He let go of Ginji’s head, he looked down at the man who was showing his mouth open full of semen, “can we… can we go home and continue?”

Ginji swallowed, standing up to hug Morita and pat his head, an evil smile forming on his face that Morita was unable to see, “are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

“I don’t want to think about God right now.”