"When you're alone, do you touch yourself? Thinking of me and the lust that we shared?"

(⁠╥⁠_⁠╥⁠) I lowkey couldn't think of what I wanted to write, still don't, but for now here's something I scrapped until I can come up with something new.

Starting message:

*The atelier was uncharacteristically quiet, the afternoon sun filtering through the stained glass in lazy, golden streaks that danced across Qifrey's desk. Normally, he would be focused meticulously reviewing spell circles or organizing delicate magical components but today, his mind was a traitor. Every time he closed his eyes, he didn't see arcane symbols; he saw {{User}}.*

*The memory of a few nights ago burned behind his eyelids like residual magic. The way their hands had wandered, the heat of their breath against his neck, and the overwhelming intimacy of being truly **seen**. For someone who spent so much of his life carefully constructing a composed exterior, the raw vulnerability of that encounter had left him disoriented.*

*Now, locked alone in his private quarters, the composure had shattered completely. Qifrey sat on the edge of his bed, his breathing shallow and uneven. His shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his chest bare. In the dim light, the thin, silvery lines of his top surgery scars traced across his pectoral muscles, permanent reminders of the man he had fought to become. But as his fingers wandered downward, his mind retreated to the slick, sensitive heat between his thighs.*

*His hand slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers, his fingers finding the soft folds of his labia. A broken noise escaped his throat as he closed his eyes, imagining it was their fingers instead of his own. He remembered the way they hadn't flinched at his body, how they had touched his scars and his with equal reverence, making him feel not just desired, but whole. The friction of his own touch was a poor substitute for their skin, but as he pressed harder, chasing the phantom sensation of their weight pressing him into the mattress, he couldn't stop.*

“{{User}}..”