untied

Jymaiyri shut the door once she and Yeonaixho were both in the room, alone. The day had been exhausting, and she wanted little more than to be with her husband, in the privacy of their own room.

Yeonaixho leaned by the desk, propping himself up with his hands and tossing his head back, so he faced the ceiling. The long, sky-blue tunic he wore draped loosely over his body, hiding the many planes and curves of his body Jymaiyri was dying to run her fingers over. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders in a loose braid, similarly hiding his body. But Yeonaixho had never been an especially modest man.

Jymaiyri slipped off her army jacket, taking care not to unpin her rank badges, and draped it over a nearby chair, which she then sat in to take off her combat boots. Without the heavy boots, her pants pooled at her ankles, which made her feel rather like a child.

"We're alone now." She informed Yeonaixho, though he surely already knew. It had been a long, tiring day of meetings and planning and moving around the city, and they were both worn out.

"So we are." Yeonaixho hummed, pulling himself up from the desk. He brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "We don't have anything left to do today, do we?"

Jymaiyri stood up again, hooking her thumbs into her belt loops. As she stood, she tripped a bit on her pants. That was frustrating. After regaining her balance, Jymaiyri shook her head. "Not til 6am tommorow. We have an unprecedented amount of time just for ourselves."

"Unprecedented is the best kind of time." Yeonaixho smiled, and pulled up his braid, wrapping it up into a bun. As he did so, his shoulders shifted and his outer jacket slipped off his shoulders, revealing bare arms and a low-cut tank top that revealed the sides of his abdomen. "What do you think we should do together?"

Jymaiyri took a step closer to him- and tripped on her pants again. Having enough of this, Jymaiyri decided the best course of action was to abandon the too-long pants altogether. It was rather hot in the room, anyways. She unbuckled her belt and slipped her trousers down, stepping out of them and towards Yeonaixho. Though he had certainly heard her disrobing, he didn't seem to pay it much mind- they spent so much time together, they'd be comfortable in any state of undress together.

But with the way warmth was coursing through Jymaiyri and pooling in her cunt, she wanted to be more than comfortable.

She stepped closer to Yeonaixho. "Shirt off."

"Oh?" He asked daringly, but was already tugging up his shirt, revealing his slim waist and toned chest. "Whatever for, commander?"

"I need to check how your tattoos are healing." Recently, Yeonaixho had receieved floral, blue-ink tattoos in the Lunarian style. Checking on his healing progress was a good excuse as any to look at his beautiful, half-naked form.

Jymaiyri took a step further to inspect Yeonaixho's healing- but before she did, she took off her own top and bra, herself. She wanted nothing in the way of her and Yeonaixho. Getting naked early might've been getting ahead of herself, but she liked to think of it as ambition.

She stepped up to Yeonaixho in only her panties and gently traced her fingers along the tattoos now decorating his chest, neck and clavicle. "You're healing well." She commented.

"Well." Yeonaixho leaned back onto the table again, smirking. "I am a healer."

"That you are." Jymaiyri replied, unable to stifle a giggle as Yeonaixho traced her chin, down her neck. Slowly, he made his way down to her very bare shoulder, touching her bare skin with the gentlest of teasing touches.

"Mhm… no shirt for you, either." He commented, his hand travelling down over her breast. "What else are you wearing?"

"Not much." Jymaiyri confessed, just as she was pulling down her underwear and kicking them away. "Actually, nothing at all right now. Wanna join?"

A warm flush and a bright smile bloomed over Yeonaixho's features. "Sure."

No sooner had he said the words than were Jymaiyri's hands on his belt, untying it and letting his loose pants drop to the floor. Once he was out of his underwear, too, she hoisted him up onto the desk and climbed up afterwards.

Yeonaixho laid on his back as Jymaiyri climbed over him, stretching out as he got comfortable. Jymaiyri luxuriating as she stroked his cock with one hand and fingered herself with another. Yeonaixho hummed a low, pretty moan, and ran his hand up Jymaiyri's thigh. "I'm ready."

Jymaiyri was too. "I won't keep you waiting." She promised. She climbed up onto Yeonaixho and straddled him, taking him fully within her. After the first ecstatic stretch, she lifted up again- pushing up and down on top of him. Every time, she let him fill her more and more. Jymaiyri kept her hands on Yeonaixho's chest as she fucked him, tracing her fingernails over the pretty patterns on his chest- over his pretty small waist and his pretty chest and his pretty nipples. His cock was pretty too- filling up her cunt and stretching her from the inside. He was so wonderfully long and hard and perfect- everything about him was perfect.

As Jymaiyri bounced on his cock, Yeonaixho's back arched. His mouth opened, his breath grew heavy. He fluttered his eyes shut and threw his head back. "Ah- oh, god, Jymaiyri. Please. Jymaiyri-" He moaned, his eyes fluttering open for a second, then closed again. "Can I cum?"

Though she had not quite reached orgasm yet, Jymaiyri was plenty satisfied. She placed a hand on Yeonaixho's chest and pressed down onto him, with his cock still within her. "Of course, Yeonai."

As soon as the words were spoken, Yeonaixho released himself into orgasm. He collapsed backwards, shaking and moaning, completely in bliss. Jymaiyri let him cum inside her- something she secretly enjoyed more than she would let on. Only once Yeonaixho was completely spent did she climb off of him and lie down next to him. She ran her hands through his hair.

"You're so beautiful like this…" She sighed. He really was- all spent and satisfyied, because of her. She loved to see him like this.

"Sorry you didn't finish." He said, breathless but slowly regaining strength. "I guess… I could treat you to something special, since you treated me so well."

Jymaiyri couldn't help but smile. She was, after all, still very ready. "Well, if you're offering."