thank u @galladrabbles and @ohkate for this week's prompt! i found it really difficult because it's one of my favorite topics 😩 i always think about it in a thousand ways,,, sorry for being late!
---------★ BODY WORSHIP
The church was so empty that only their ragged breaths seemed to cut through the smoke of the candles. The sound of Ian's skin against wood, kneeling as if he were about to pray — but in front of him there were no crosses, only a saint.
The purple stained glass was the only light that met Mickey. Sharp smile, fingers holding Ian's chin.
"Touch me, see if any angel screams."
The redhead's hands were close to his chest, as if he could feel the fire nearby but wanted to burn.
He could worship Mickey's body until God Himself turned envious.
















