#roboute x reader

You hadn't planned on Lord Commander Guilliman taking you up on your offer of "relaxation." But after watching him come out of a meeting with a diplomat, looking like a beleaguered falcon having to wrangle a flock of unruly pigeons, your heart went out to him.

Apparently he felt the same way, as he accepted your offer almost immediately.

Being in Roboute's quarters felt like stepping into a divine temple, especially when your eyes landed on the sight of Roboutein a soft cloth robe. It was an honor that he trusted you with such vulnerability, and you hoped that you didn't lose this precious trust.

He shucked his robe and laid on the bed, waiting your presence. Withdrawing the bottle of oil you brought, you slick up your fingers before joining Roboute on the bed.

Silence reigns between the two of you before Roboute looks over one broad shoulder and nods at you. Your hands massage the oil into his skin and a light citrus scent fills the air. He has so many knots in his left shoulder alone, that you spend three minutes working it with your hands.

But your effort is rewarded with a deep groan from Roboute that vibrates the bed. With every rub and grope, you feel the knots in his shoulder loosen until you can move on to the next shoulder and then down his back.

You're thankful that Roboute is currently on his stomach, as your body is starting to have a...reaction to his sounds and the touch of his skin. A pink blush decorates your face and you bite your bottom lip, especially after a particularly deep, guttural groan when you press on the small of Roboute's back.

You clear your throat. "My Lord, could you please turn over?"

He does, and after some shuffling, you get situated on the bed. Roboute's red face forces you to do a double take, and for a second, you both merely stare at each other's flushing cheeks.

"I think it would be easier if you straddled me," Roboute breathes, and you nod eagerly. You do straddle Roboute, though your knees don't even touch the bed. Despite your arousal, you try to at least properly massage Roboute's pectorals, assiduously applying oil to the scars underneath them.

He watches you with a hooded gaze as you massage his chest, belly, and thighs; the coarse golden hair turning soft and glistening with oil. When you sit between his thighs, facing his pussy, you look up to Roboute with a hopeful expression.

"Go on," he murmurs, smiling--almost shyly. Roboute bends his legs at the knee and plants his feet on the bed so you can maneuver between them without fear of being crushed. You wriggle onto your stomach and place a hand on his pelvis while your other hand spreads his pussy lips.

The wetness of his pussy and the oil on your hand makes things slick, but the sound of Roboute's deep sigh awakens something warm in your bones. Leaning in, you kiss his clit before moving down to his pussy and licking a long stripe up it.

His grumbling moan encourages you, and you bury your face in Roboute's pussy. Your tongue plunges inside of him, feeling the warmth that greets you and clenches around your tongue. Roboute is tense inside here too, and you wonder if you're the only person to touch him like this.

Has he ever touched himself? The sudden image of Roboute fingering his flushed, dripping pussy fills your mind and you moan, buzzing his clit unintentionally.

But when he moans in response, you do it again. And again. And again.

"You tease," Roboute huffs, charmingly exasperated. When you do it again, just to egg him on, he whimpers. "If you keep doing that, I won't last much longer."

It's not a warning. It's a challenge. Rubbing your nose against Roboute's clit, you devour his pussy until his whimpering turns into sobbing. Though you don't slow down, you do look up at him.

"Don't stop!" he begs you, "please don't sto-hooohhh,"

Warm wetness hits your face as he cums, and you close your eyes. You don't stop, continuing to tongue Roboute through his orgasm, listening to his ragged sobs interspersed with "thank you's."

Pulling away, you wipe your hand on your sleeve and crawl up to Roboute on the bed. Tear tracks glisten on his cheeks like stars and you kiss them softly, taking particular care to kiss the one on his trembling chin.

His hands reach for you, but you push them away. "This is for you," you whisper, and he sobs your name.