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It's exhilarating to watch a God crumble before you. To observe a man like Edward, in his blown out proportions - a dilating image that bristled with military green and shifting nitrile. He'd built himself into a monolith, but you knew. Knew, with fingers pressing deep into the indents of his shoulders, his foundations could quiver. He could be brought to his knees. "Only for you, only you. You, you, you." A rustling of fabric follows a string of incoherent whispers, "please,"' as deity morphed to acolyte.
Have they ever kissed the floor like this before? For anyone, or anything else?
Never.
Were they only familiar with the memories of wood rotting church pews and shadows that cast monsters through stained glass windows? The gentle hymn of invocation like acidic bile adherent to the press of tooth and lip. The angels never sang to Edward before. Not there. Not in a place like that, crawling with rats. There was no willing fidelity to find in the hole of his childhood - no amount of communion wine sweet enough to soothe the sickness that ran through his veins.
Oohh, but Edward could hear them so clearly now - and they were radiant. What he once could only hear in hushed murmurs, was now ringing in his ears, a divine chorus. An intercession that cried with the grace of your praises.
"Too good for me.. Too good for this hell. A paragon of virtue amongst a city of demons." He utters fiercely into the safety of your stomach, face pressing firmly against the supple flesh with his nose dragging from hip to navel. Your chest swells with a nauseating elation at the way his hands clasp together in prayer at your abdomen. This is Edward's confession; his molding of your body into shape for a place of worship. His sole act of devotion.
Only you could absolve him.