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"Shit," Hak murmurs under his breath as Yona's foot presses against his bare chest, slowly lowering him to his knees.
"Don't be vulgar," Yona tells him, making herself comfortable above him on the bed, "it's not appropriate in front of your Queen."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes Your Majesty," he breaths, bowing his head before her.
Yona gives a slight smile, covering it with her hand. "That's right," she tells him, brushing her foot against his cheek, letting him nuzzle against it. "Have you been good today? Do you deserve a reward?"
Hak nods, slowly kissing up her leg. "I've been good," he insists, mouth pressed against her skin. "I've done everything you asked, I swear."
Yona hums as she hooks her leg over Hak's shoulder, tugging him closer, making him shuffle forward on his knees. "Wonderful," she says with a sly smile, draping her loose leg over his other shoulder, "maybe you will get that reward, after all" Her hand comes down to caress his face and he whimpers softly at her touch, leaning into it. "You really love this, don't you?" She asks as she slides her hand into his hair, lightly tugging.
Hak groans deep in his throat under her ministrations and his arms strain against the leather ties that bind his wrists, wanting to touch her. "Your Majesty," he croaks, looking up at her pleadingly, "please."
Above him Yona shifts a little, settling herself on the very edge. Hak grunts as she places more weight on his shoulders, using him as support, and straightens himself to help her balance. "That's a good boy," she tells him, carding her fingers through his coarse hair.
With her free hand Yona tugs her light bathrobe loose, letting it fall freely around her body. She allows Hak a moment to glance her over, to drink in her naked form, before she clears her throat, drawing his attention. "Well?" she hums, leaning back on one arm. The action allows her sheer robe to fall off her legs, completely exposing herself to him. "Go on."
Hak wastes no time, eagerly pressing his mouth to her already wet slit. Above him Yona has to bite her lip to keep from making a sound, letting her head roll back as she tangles her fingers into Hak's hair again.
He's always been- exceptional with his tongue. Not showing her appreciation for it is one of the hardest things Yona's ever done.
A moment or so into his ministrations, Yona notices something... odd. Below her, Hak is doing something that's causing him to move an awful lot for what he's doing. And whatever it is, it's something Yona didn't tell him he could do, which explicitly goes against the rules.
She yanks his head up by the hair, forcing him to look at her. He gives a rough moan at the action and immediately his hips buck up, as if confessing to the young Queen that, yes, he was rubbing himself against his pants.
"Don't come," Yona instructs firmly, though breathlessly, glancing between her own legs down to where his erection strains against his pants. There's a spot that's darker than the rest where the fabric is already soaked with precum and Hak can't help the almost whimper that escapes his lips. "If you come before me I'll punish you." He chokes out a groan and Yona continues on. "I'll leave you in exactly the state you are and make you stand outside- wrists still bound and all," she tells him, a distinct warmth dropping low between her thighs as she watches him bite his lip. "So everyone will know- everyone will see you've been bad."
"M- My Queen-" Hak gasps, nuzzling into Yona's hand as she brings it down to cup his cheek.
"Now..." The redhead releases him, leaning back again, "make me come, General Hak."
The man returns to the crevice between his Queen's thighs with renewed vigor and it doesn't take long for him to turn her into a writhing mess.
Despite her efforts, Yona finds herself pressing her free hand to her mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle her moans- the other once more tangled in dark hair. Her legs form a vice around Hak's head, pulling him into her as far as she possibly can, much to his delight. He tongues at her dutifully, eagerly; giving long, slow laps at her slit before focusing carefully on her clit, making her buck against his mouth.
Suddenly, Yona cries out above him, his name on her lips. She arches back and digs her heels into his spine as Hak coaxes her through her orgasm, ensuring he catches as much of her juices as he possibly can. After all, nothing in the world could even compare to the way she tastes.
As she starts to come down from her high Yona allows herself to lie back, trying to clear the stars from her vision as she catches her breath. Boneless, she lets her legs loose from their grip around her lover's head, draping over his shoulders as he returns to pressing gentle kisses against her thighs.
Yona finds herself somehow able to move again after a few moments and adjusts to sit up just enough to let her foot brush the bulge in Hak's pants, making him moan. "You did very well," she hums lazily, "I suppose that reward is in order..."
Her foot presses firmer against Hak's clothed erection, rubbing up and down it slowly. The man below her shudders and shifts to press himself against her harder, desperately rolling his hips to meet her movements.
"Th- thank you," Hak pants, "Her Majesty is- is so good. My Queen is s- so good to me..." He moans as he ruts against her foot.
Already so pent up from their play, Hak finds himself at his end within minutes of Yona laving attention on him. He comes hard, driving himself nearly to the point of tears as he doubles over. Yona is giving him words of encouragement, judging by the pitch of her voice, but he cannot hear them- can't hear anything but his heart beating in his ears as his vision whites out from pleasure.
Hak isn't sure how long exactly he's out of it but when he comes to he finds himself slumped against the side of the bed, Yona petting his head gently as she lies above him.
"Hey," she says softly, giving a shy smile as he moves to glance up at her.
"H- hey," he croaks in response, leaning into her caress.
A blush creeps up to dust Yona's cheeks as she soaks in everything they just did and embarrassment settles in her gut. "W- was that... okay?" She squeaks, trying to hide her face in her sheets.
"Mmm" Hak grunts, exhausted. Realizing his hands are free (something Yona must have done while he was still lost in pleasure) he reaches up to tug at his wife, coercing her onto the floor with him and settling her between himself and the bed. "It was so good," he murmurs as he wraps his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder. "Gods it was so good. You were so good. I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life."
"Hak!" Yona squeals, swatting at him playfully as her face goes beet red.
"Mmmm it's true though," he insists, moving to press his forehead against her's, "it was even better than I had hoped- Gods you're hot when you're demanding," he presses a kiss to her flustered face, "thank you for playing along."
Yona, too embarrassed by his praise, presses her face into his chest. "You're welcome," she mumbles. Then, a little reluctantly, "i- it was... fun. But, um, next time-"
"Next time?" Hak quirks an eyebrow, already excited."
The redhead hums in acknowledgement, "next time. May- maybe could w-we... switch... roles?" She asks timidly, afraid he might judge her for wanting to be in his position.
But Hak just gives a wide, proud grin. "Of course, Princess," he tells her, pressing a kiss into her hair, "It would be my pleasure to- dominate you."
In his arms Yona whines and Hak can't help but chuckle.