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She was on him before the door of the library was even shut, yanking him down by the collar to press her mouth against his.
Hak was surprised, to say the least, but not at all about to gripe about it. He hadn't seen the young Queen at all yet that day- the woman was so busy dealing with catch up politics after her coronation that she barely had any time to sit down, let alone spend time with him. Not that he was complaining... that much. It had only been a month since her crowning and there was so much for the new sovereign to take care of that Hak knew he just had to accept the fact that it was going to take time for them to settle into a rhythm, again.
Yet when she came sprinting past him down the hall, grabbing his wrists in the process to tug him along with her, Hak felt a rush of elation sweep through him. “We're spending time together,” she told him in a huff, “before they can find me, again.”
Already he could hear hurried foot steps coming after them, followed shortly by shouts for the queen to return to her fittings. Ah, yes, she had begrudgingly commented last night on having the seamstress come to prepare proper new robes for a meeting with the Xing king, hadn't she? Between meetings with public officials and political councilors, that is.
Hak wonder what, exactly, had finally pushed her to the point of pulling him into a side library- just a spare room to hold scrolls, really- to practically tackle him. This- with her hot tongue pushing its way into his mouth and her hands already under his robes- was not the time to ask.
Instead he chose to pull her flush against him, strong hands on her hips as her own snaked up to his hair. The right choice.
“H-Hak...” she moaned, arching against him as his mouth moved from her mouth down to suck at the skin of her neck. “Hak, please...”
Hak looked down at her, only to have his heart- and maybe something else- swell with delight.
The queen's face was flushed and needy, eyes glazed over as she looked up at him. A flustered Yona was a sight to see, all and well, but this Yona in particular also had managed to adjust herself so that one of his muscular thighs was tucked neatly between her legs.
The woman rutted herself against him, skirts bunched up between her thighs to create extra friction, and Hak swore he could have just died right there. It had been so long since they had the opportunity to be intimate that just the thought of doing anything more than chastely kissing his little queen got Hak hard. So finally having her there in his arms, practically humping his leg, was like a dream come true.
“Please, we have- have to hurry before they find me,” Yona whined, rolling her hips to get a rhythm going, “please, please.”
His boner could wait- this moment was all about his queen. “Of course, Your Majesty,” he murmured, leaning down to press his face into her neck, “whatever your heart desires.” The hands around her waist slipped down to cup her ass (or what he could find of it under her frilly dress), lifting her to place her on the small table that sat pushed against the wall. When he released her from his arms she whined, louder this time, grasping at him desperately, managing to yank him down to kiss him one more time, sucking at his bottom lip even as he insisted on pulling away.
He knelt down before her, letting the woman card her fingers through his dark hair as he parted her legs. He sucked open mouth kisses up her skin, all the while fighting the layers of fabric and petticoat that hid her from him. “Haaaak”, she complained from above him. The woman tugged at his hair, insisting he speed up the process.
Now was not the time for him to prolong teasing her. If Yona had it her way she would be riding him, right then and there on the table, but she knew she didn't have time for that. But, Gods, she was so stressed out she just needed to get off.
Hak got the idea. Yona released his hair to hold up her gowns as much as she could as the man ducked fully beneath them. He stripped her of the plain undergarments she wore, groaning as he watched her juices roll down her thighs.
The man allowed himself to take in the sight of her before him, dripping and ready, before pressing his mouth to her.
Nothing could have made Hak hold back from devouring his queen. Between the sounds she made and the delicious taste of her folds he couldn't get enough. Could never get enough. Would never get enough of the way he could undo her with little more than his tongue. The sounds of his name tumbling from her lips- pleading, praising- was the sweetest music to the man, something he would cherish forever.
He lapped at her steadily; with long, slow strokes. Even though Hak wanted to take his time, wanted to draw out their intimacy for a little longer, he knew he couldn't. Not before someone came pounding at the door. So he moved his focus to Yona's clit, wrapping his lips around the little bud to suck at her lightly.
Yona mewled over him, locking her legs around his head. His fingers dug hard into her thighs, sure to leave bruises, and from his throat escaped a heady moan. Who could blame him- when the love of his life was panting over him, murmuring his name over and over as she trapped him against her wetness.
That moan was what sent Yona tumbling over the edge; toes curling and hands pulling at fragile fabric. She came suddenly, bucking against Hak's mouth, and he held her steady there- drinking her in as he listened to her cry out for him.
Hak only extracted himself from his place between her thighs when he felt his queen slump back, leaning against the lattice window that allowed sunlight to pour over the desk. His hands gripped her legs gently, tugging them from where they had just been wrapped like a vice around his head to let them fall around him as he stood. Dark eyes trailed over the breathless body of the young woman he had just serviced, mouth twitching up into a grin as he took in her pleased form.
“Happy now?” He inquired, hand reaching out to tuck fly away strands of wild hair back behind her ear.
Yona couldn't help but match his grin, nuzzling into his palm as he caressed her face. “Mmmm, very,” she purred, “thank you.”
“Any time,” Hak chuckled, leaning down to press his mouth to her's as she reached for him.
His free hand found the lattice of the window, using it as leverage to balance himself over Yona. But it wasn't until his fingers wrapped around the crisscrossed wood that another idea sprang to mind. “You know what?” He breathed against Yona's mouth, before pulling away completely, “I think you need the rest of the day off.”
Before Yona could question the dastardly smile etched across his lips Hak had ripped the panels from the window where his fingers gripped, pulling the woman away from it. “Hak!” She gasped, wincing as more wood snapped under his hand, “what in Hiryuu's name are you doing?!”
“Escaping.” He said simply, though his smile grew into a great, joyful grin as he ripped away the final bit of lattice. Yona couldn't stop the flutter of her heart at the sight of his happiness.
The man pulled Yona off the table and set her to stand as he climbed through the broken window first, making sure no one was around that could have caught them. He then motioned for the queen to follow, holding out his arms so he could pull her through. After a brief struggle with some stuck skirts Hak had her in his arms and was dashing through the halls, the couple laughing like children all the while.
“We'll go to the stables and ride out into the fields,” he told her between peels of laughter at the absurdity of the situation. “That way I can ravish you all I want where no one can bother us. We'll spend as much time together as you want.”