#sourscul

"you're here now," he reminds her, his attempt to reassure her. after all, it wasn't his place to judge and he wasn't about to start now. she sounds so young, though, so perhaps he bonders how many sin she really could have possibly collected. "you have time, there is no rush - god is with you." it's added on for extra clarification, taking his job as seriously as he always did. wanting to be that vessel to god that it sounded like she needed direly.

his eyes are half - closed as large palm slides beneath the fabric of her shirt, gliding up her side until it seizes her breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh that fits ( surprisingly ) just right into his hand. “ mmh. fuckin' perfect, ” atlas groans low in her ear, mouth grazing the shell as he inhales the sweet scent radiating off the femme's skin. perhaps if he were fully conscious, he would realize the size difference and put an end to this impropriety before it was too late — but he isn't, and the sensation of her pert ass against his hardening cock is utterly overwhelming.