#midnightthvnder

❛  i love watching you touch yourself.  ❜ - iiksiiks to bran | @midnightthvnder

with every little thing he says, iiksiiks finds new ways to undo her.

❛  you have no idea how much i want you right now.  ❜ - @midnightthvnder, cayde to ikora

ikora settles her weight across cayde's stomach, and the corners of her mouth tighten. one hand rests against his bare chest. even here, through the thick leather of her gloves, she can feel the solar light that thrums through him. the heat that pulses with every thrum of his innards. it it antithetical to everything she as a voidwalker has become, and yet—

and yet, it captivates her so. he captivates her.

"i have an idea," hums the warlock, shifting so the curve of her thigh brushes across him.

despite his bare appearance, she is still mostly clothed; wool pants, cotton shirt, leather gloves. only her robe and belt have been discarded, folded neatly across the armchair in the corner of her room. a layer still, between them. a layer to soon be discarded, if he plays his cards right.