Wellโฆ" the elf beings, voice low, soft, anticipatory, "Tradition holds that we would exchange gifts."
Taash cocks their horned head, shuddering at the musky scent of Riven's arousal. It clouds their mind with lust, makes their tongue wet. Their gaze traces the stripey wrapping of the bow over the elf's limber form. A gift? They shuck their trousers and boxers. Toeing out of them, leaving them handsomely naked. The little Rook's eyes trace hungry lines over the qunari's rolling musculature, the divot and curves of their powerful body accentuated by the flickering candles.
"I didn't get you anything," Taash poses, sitting gingerly on the edge of the mattress. They lean back on their palms, fingertips a hair's breadth from Riven's body.
Riven's head tilts curiously, a playful smirk pulling at the corner of their dark lips, "I can think of a few ways you could make that up to me."
Finally working on my Wintersend fic from December ๐ญ little bouts of energy come and go and ofc I use it on #rivtaash