Noctisardor Bypass [m] sola fide

you don't need to thank me.
his chest aches as he watches her turn away, the flustered little bird preening at her wings. his gaze conveys fondness, even with the carnal urges that burn and nip and claw at him from the inside out;
take her take her take her
not yet, he tells himself! for when the time finally comes, it will be a ceremony of worship. she will lean against the metaphorical podium as if her voice was that of god herself.
he straightens his back, clears his dry throat as he calls out to her one final time. i'm here whenever you need me.

DAMN i thought i replied to this OOPSIE