World in My Eyes
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Horus Lupercal / Gender-Neutral Reader
Word Count: 1287
NSFW, MDNI. ----
All the islands in the ocean, all the heavens in motion. Let me show you the world in my eyes.
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Horus Lupercal sighed, dark brows furrowed as he looked at the piles of paperwork and increasing number of unread messages on the dataslate. Although his transhuman physiology allowed him to work without rest for days on end, the responsibility of being Warmaster was still incredibly taxing.
The door chimed softly, and Horus' eye twitched. His officers constantly pestering him had worn down his temper.
"Enter," he huffed.
The door slid open, and you sauntered into his study. It had been days since you were able to spend any significant time together, and your patience had finally run out. He paused, briefly surprised at your presence, and then raised an eyebrow at you.
"Hello, dear. Did you need something?"
Taking note of the empty recaff mugs on his desk and the weary look in his eyes, you stepped closer to the desk.
"My love, you've been working nonstop as of late. The Imperium needs you, but you also need to take care of your own needs."
You reached out a hand and rested it against his forearm. He set down his pen, and enveloped your hand with his own.
"I know, but this is the duty that I was made for. I promise that you will have my undivided attention as soon as I can provide it."
His eyes briefly flickered over the low cut of your top, and then back up to your sad eyes. Just as he was about to turn his attention back to the dataslate, you spoke.
"Fine, but I insist that I remain here to keep you company."
Before he could protest, you ducked under his arms and snuggled up into his lap, legs folded inwards and cheek resting against his bicep. You breathed deeply, inhaling his scent.
Horus chuckled, the vibration from his chest running through you.
"If you insist," he teased, but he was truly grateful for your presence. You were his world, a warm, guiding presence that gave him reason to endure the cold reality of being Warmaster. As the minutes ticked by, you settled into position, soothed by the steady rhythm of his hearts beating as his stylus scratched softly against the dataslate.
You remained in that position for a while, curled up against him as he continued his work.
But there was only so long that you could be idle for.
You carefully shifted your hips, putting pressure near the crotch of his pants, enough to tease without relief. You feel him briefly pause on the report he was writing, but he ultimately ignored it and resumed.
You were not discouraged by his decision, in fact, it spurred you on even more. You shifted your weight again to put a more direct pressure on him, enough where you knew he couldn't ignore you.
Horus let out a barely audible rumble, one that you felt more than you heard. He stopped writing, and fully set the stylus down. His free arm moved to gently grip your waist and hips.
"My dear, you’re in a… strategically compromising position.”
Based on the way you could hear his heartbeat increasing and feel the erection forming in his trousers, you knew that his self-control was hanging on by a thread. Just one more push, and he would be yours for the evening.
Suddenly, you sat up, straddling his wide thighs and putting your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles tense up underneath them. Tilting your head up to look him directly in the eye, you smirked.
"Is this less distracting for you?"
Horus wasted no time pushing his chair back and standing up with you in his arms. The smouldering glint in his eyes that was ever present when he looked at you turned into a roaring fire. He tapped his vox-bead and called his advisor.
"Maloghurst, clear my schedule for the rest of this ship's cycle and only allow truly important matters to reach me."
"My lord, on such short notice, that isn't poss-"
"Figure it out, then."
The vox hissed as Horus cut the communication line and the doors to your shared chambers opened.
Horus tossed you on the bed, the luxurious pillows and fur blankets making for a soft landing. He hardly bothered to kick off his shoes before he was on top of you, kissing his way down your jawline and neck.
“Only you could drag me away from my work like this,” he said.
“I’ll make sure it’s worth your time” you teased as you undid the buttons of his shirt.
“Always. It always is.”
Horus grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and spread a generous amount on his fingers. Taking a man of his size and stature was no small feat, but the initial strain gave way to an exquisite fullness that left you breathless. He carefully inserted one, and then two fingers as his large palm stimulated your sex. You whimpered when his fingers scissored inside you, the sensation teetering on overwhelming.
Horus smirked. “And to think that you had so much to say earlier.”
His other hand ran down your sides and moved lower, kneading your ass while his mouth made its way to your chest. His lips found your nipple, which he gently nipped at and circled with his tongue. He sucked hard, and you gasped, hands flying up to his shoulders.
“Horus… don’t stop…” you moaned.
“Wasn’t planning on it” he chuckled.
His ministrations continued, and you shuddered and clenched around his fingers when you came. Horus hummed with satisfaction and removed his fingers to unbutton his trousers. His cock throbbed as he pulled them down, fully erect and dripping with precum.
One of Horus’ hands gripped your thigh as his other hand lined himself up with your hole. He tapped the entrance with his tip. You whined at the lack of proper stimulation, knowing full well that this was ‘revenge’ for teasing him so much earlier.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Horus loved seeing you flustered underneath him; it was sight that he treasured.
“Fuck… Horus…”
His hand stopped.
“I’m taking in the view. I want you to see the world in my eyes.”
At this point, you were too pent up and needy to resist begging any longer.
You groaned, “Please, Horus, I- I need you.”
Your words rang true in more ways than one as you looked up at him, taking in the sight before you.
“As you wish”, he groaned as he slowly entered you. When he was fully hilted inside, he paused, savoring the way your tight heat felt around him. He hooked his arms underneath your legs, putting you in a mating press as he started to move. Horus’ thrusts started out steady and sped up as a result of his pent-up state. Neither of you were going to last long in the position you were in.
“So good,” he murmured, “like you were made for this.”
You moaned in response, past the point of being able to form coherent sentences.
“Horus, I’m close,” you gasped.
Horus grunted and sped up, muscles tensing and chest heaving. You whimpered his name one more time as you came around him, and the way your walls clenched around him was too much. Horus came, groaning loudly enough for anyone on the other side of the walls to hear as he filled you, cum leaking out in rivulets around his cock.
You both basked in your post-orgasmic haze. He pulled out, and you whimpered at the loss of contact.
“Just… stay here. Hold me.” you sighed.
He obliged.
What was the point of conquering the galaxy if he couldn't spend time with his world?
Your breathing steadied, and then slowed as you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms.
