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You’d think after your coronation and the festivities that followed, Nikolai would’ve been somewhat able to sleep in. You’d think wrong.
At first, still asleep, you barely noticed the sheet being pulled off your body. You didn’t register how the bed moved when he untangled his limbs from yours and came to the end of the bed before your legs.
Even when you groggily began to stir as your legs were separated, you didn’t have your mind about you. Certainly not until feeling Nikolai press his face in between your legs.
“Nikolai!” Your voice was weaker in the mornings but nothing could deny the shock when you felt his kisses trail up your inner thighs.
There was a devilish grin on his face when he looked up at you but it was quickly schooled into one of innocence. “Something wrong?”
Shaking your head, you laughed. “Well don’t stop now, I guess.”
His hands ran circles over your skin, gripping however much of you as he could. “It’s your second day as queen and you’re already giving out orders.”
“I was giving out orders long before becoming queen.”
“And if I were to ignore this one?” His fingers traced patterns along the inner portion of your thighs.
“Do remember I’m the heartrender that could give you a boner during a meeting with advisors by flicking my wrist.”
“You don’t need your powers to do that love, trust me.”
Whether it was the huskiness of his laugh or the proximity of his face to your body, the warmth pooling in your core was growing irritated at his lack of movement. Thankfully he chose to be a merciful king and return to his work. While his hands held you firmly in place, his mouth went to work.
Feeling him take attentive care, licking slowly and nipping at the bundle of nerves in your clit, your breaths were deep and growing in pace.
“All Saints, Nikolai.” Whining as his finger dipped inside, your fingers curled into the sheets. He was drenching his finger first, in and out, then he started to curl it deeper.
His free hand came up and splayed itself across your abdomen, keeping you down. While his finger worked, his tongue swirled against your clit, picking up the pace but slowing down the moment your back arched.
Nikolai gave a short tsk. “I love seeing you like this but I want it to last a little longer.” Feeling his tongue press against your clit, your hips rolled the moment he added another finger to the mix.
“Nikolai,” you panted with hands tugging on his hair, “if I’m coming, you’re coming with me.”
“How selfless of you, my queen.” Kisses were planted up your body as he trailed his way up to your face, stopping briefly to massage and knead your breasts before hovering over you with both arms on either side of your face.
Ever the charmer, his half lidded eyes shamelessly scanned your face. His hair was a mess and there were some slight hickeys now peaking out around his collarbone but it only made him that much more wonderful to perceive. You smiled against his lips with hands cupping his cheeks and legs sneaking around his torso. Naturally, he leaned further into your touch, his chest touching yours.
The moment your tongue entered his mouth and a groan left him, you struck. Using your legs and swiping one of his arms out from under him, you knocked him onto the bed and swung yourself on top.
His eyes flashed with amusement and a lopsided grin came to him when he saw you straddling him. Hands running over every dip and line of muscle and skin, your nails tapped just at his V-line before moving yourself down to get a view of his particularly aroused cock.
“This is a relationship of equals, isn’t it?”
You didn’t give him a chance to reply, sliding his cock into your mouth and feeling victorious at the surprised noise he made. It was his turn to fist the sheets as you worked, hollowing your cheeks and moving in increasing speed. At one point, his hips bucked with a loud moan and you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.
“Sorry, love.” He panted though didn’t show any sign of sheepishness, only fidgeting when your mouth left him.
Aligning yourself with his tip, you gave him a wink. “So impatient.” Then you lowered yourself down, filling yourself to the brim. This time both of you groaned in part to relief but that relief was short-lived because next thing you knew, you were riding while he moved below. One black-veined hand wrapped around your arm, the other tightly gripped your side as you laced kisses over his neck and chose spots along his pulse points to nip and suck on.
Heat began to fill your abdomen with sparks shooting through your limbs. You needed more of him and it seemed he needed more of you too. Each time it hit deeper and deeper with small grunts leaving him and your whines encouraging him as you followed his pace.
“Y/n!” He breathed almost in warning for not a second after, you felt his hips stutter. Feeling him twitch inside you made you reach your own bliss. Breaching his high at the same time you did, his fingers dug further into your skin until you’d both come down and he rolled you onto your side.
Tucked close, it took a few moments for both of your breaths to return to normal. Only when you seemed content did he pull himself out. Reaching behind you, you managed to find a fresh hand towel set before your escapades last night and used it to clean him up. Once finished, he took it from your hands to return the favor with gentle attentiveness. Afterwards, he returned back to the pillow beside you, a hand propping up his head and mirroring your position.
“Was that okay, Y/n?” Fingers cording through your hair, he ran his hand down every spot where he might’ve left a mark and rubbed his thumb in circles over the areas.
“Not how I imagined waking up this morning, but sublime nonetheless.” The tips of your fingers trailed over his side where ribs and muscle lay just below tawny skin. Any sense of soreness from the night before was diminished by your touch and a content smile graced his lips. He looked as he did when he could go play Sturmhond every now and again. A boy in a candy store. “Would you like me to return the favor someday?”
A throaty chuckle met that question and he placed his mouth on yours before answering. “You give a man wicked ideas.”
Shifting to nestle into his side, he pulled you close and kept his arm draped over your hip. Positioned to watch the sun begin rising oblivious to your morning extravagances, there was peace in not only the sky’s colors but the presence beside you. “It’s what I’m here for.”