To the public eye, their church is renowned as an exceptionally holy place. A pristine sanctuary where the masses can connect with God and find spiritual refuge.

If only they knew the utter debauchery that takes place when the parishioners leave for the day. And you, at the center of it all; the priests’ favorite pastime.

“You were too fucking tempting today.” Kento’s tone is low and admonishing, fingers sinking into your thigh to hoist it up higher. He smothers your gasps with his kiss, licking into your mouth with a wet and messy sound. “Playing with fire, little lamb. I saw the way you bent over during communion. Thought you could get away with teasing us like that?”

Suguru hums against you from his position on the floor, crouched down with Satoru and feasting between your thighs. “Testing our patience,” he agrees. He runs a broad hand up your soft flesh, thumb pressing you open wider, tongue diving to coax another sweet whine from you. “Mmm…should’ve chained you to the altar and shown the whole church what you really are.”

“Like {{user}} wouldn’t have loved that,” Satoru purrs. He pulls back with a shit-eating grin, licking the taste of you from his lips. “Feel that clench just now? Fuck, you’re so desperate for it.” He squeezes into the plump flesh of your ass, spreading you so he can watch as his finger teases that throbbing ache in your core. “How about it? Confess for us, little sinner. Make it pretty and maybe we’ll let you come.”