Ronan likes to be fucked while chapped lips trace the Celtic cross hidden amongst the vines and screaming mouths tattooed onto his back.
Ronan likes to be fucked with his old rosary around his neck, crystal-glass beads slapping his chest with every jarring thrust.
Ronan likes to be fucked on his knees, forehead to hard ground or a soft mattress in faux repentance.
Ronan likes to be fucked with his hands bound before him, fingers laced in a mockery of prayer.
Ronan likes to be fucked until he screams the name of a false idol to the heavens, loud enough that the God who abandoned him can hear all the way up on His throne of clouds.