#cayde ic ;; i've already heard what your body is saying to mine

[midnightthvnder]

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cayde ic ;; i've already heard what your body is saying to mine

[midnightthvnder]

ikora rey knows exactly how to unravel him.

cayde-6 is normally the most talkative person in the entire tower — and it is a title that he holds with a mix of pride and shame, The Man Who Simply Will Not Shut Up. but when she's got him here in this room, when she takes that tone with him, every word he tries to speak fizzles away. he opens his mouth, and his vocalizer sparks, and no sounds come out.

it doesn't help that he is just so hot right now. even with his fans whirring, his HUD keeps blinking warnings.

the hunter leans into each touch and press of her fingers, even when they find the sensitive cables that protect his voicebox. he cannot choke, not the way a human can, but he can feel the flow of fuel and whatever else makes up his fluids slow, ever-so-slightly, at her press.

”s-sorry. i'm sorry.“ he barely manages to choke out the words. he presses more greedily into her grasp. ”i-i was but, but i can— i can be good. i can be good, for you, i can—“

cayde resets his vocalizer. the wool of her pants press down on his length, and it twitches greedily at the contact, wetting the material with lubricant and sending a shudder down his spine. she's right in her assumptions — it isn't enough. his hips give the smallest hitch upwards before he manages to stop them, to plant them firmly back on the bed.

(his cunt is beginning to leak lubricant, too, but nothing touches it — there's nothing he can do to relieve that pressure.)

”i-i-i-i want— i want t' slip my hands underneath your shirt.“ lame start, lame start. he's not as good at the poetry of this as she is, but he knows he can do better. “want to worship you—” yeah, that's better, “—make you feel how you're making me feel. even a fraction of how you're making me feel. cup your breasts and hear you make those little noises, i—”

another shudder. “please. please, 'kora, can i touch you?”

static charges his vocalizer, and ikora cannot help but chuckle.

oh, she knows what she's doing. how could she not? this is part of the game, isn't it, cayde? the way she shifts, the weight pinning him beneath her. the fact she is still fully clothed, despite how painfully bare cayde is. he knew the rules when he agreed to this. they will both continue to abide, no matter how he whines and pleads.

"i don't know," hums the warlock. gloved fingers run along synthetic muscle, tracing the curve of his chest. they reach his upper abdomen, and then travel upward. lithe fingers wrap around his throat. "you ask permission now, but i seem to recall you being quite disrespectful during our last consensus meeting, cayde."

she tuts.

"you know better."

lowering her hips, ikora rests the apex of her legs against his cock. through the wool, she can feel the heat radiating off him. she knows he can feel the same; so close to that sense of relief, and yet not enough. it won't be enough, will it?

"be specific, cayde." her nails dig into metallic skin, fingertips pressing against silicone tubing, "where do you want to touch me? i will not grant you blanket permission. you know better than that."

[midnightthvnder]

"y-- you want proof, huh?"

there's a shudder that runs through him as he looks up at her, feels the weight of her pinning him down. ikora is in charge right now, that much he knows -- and because of that, he knows better than to try and squirm or move. he can be good, sometimes. he knows he can. even when he desperately wants to buck his hips upwards, cayde knows he can be good.

cayde's cock, though free from covering, strains as it rests on his pelvis. he can't help himself; he reacts so easily to her undressing him, to the feeling of cold void consuming the heat he exudes. his cunt is slick, but it's up to her if that will ever be seen to. cayde cycles his optics, resets his vocalizer.

"can i touch you, 'kora?"

see? see, he can be good.

❛  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.

"although i would not be opposed to seeing your proof."