The room smelled like mercy. The bed, a ruin. And us? Saints for a moment. Sinners again by morning. I pressed my mouth to his ribs like an Amen.

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He didn’t moan. He recited. His ass opened like scripture, and I entered slow, wrist-deep in devotion. This wasn’t sex. It was sacrament.

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Some eat ass. He dines. No flinch, just inhale. Chin to destiny, nose buried in the truth. If that’s not devotion, I don’t know what is.

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It wasn’t lips. It was liturgy. Your tongue spoke psalms in a language only my body understands. I have no defense left. Only invitation.

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