Sleepless Night

"Are you asleep, darling?" Jing Yuan glazed a tender finger over your cheek, brushing aside loose hairs for a better view of your expression. A face void of the stress of the world and instead one of the purest innocence. A wonderful expression of peace was displayed across your features, Jing Yuan couldn't help the smile growing on his lips.

"Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner..." Once Jing Yuan had comfortably settled next to your motionless form on the bed, the general's immediate reaction was to scoop you into his arms and cuddle with his bare chest pressing against your back. "You're so beautiful like this." His voice ever so sweet and angelic. He could swoon you to sleep with the deepness and authority of his tone alone. Jing Yuan pressed his lips into the back of your neck for the most saccharine of kisses. He observed your chest lightly falling and rising to the sound of whatever rhythm had been pacing in your slumber, noticing a subtle increase of speed whenever he trailed his touch in some kind of way. His gentle nature was so kind and tender - for this to come from a man who spent eternity protecting his home and civilians, a man that would assure to be by your side at home. You truly felt like the luckiest woman alive.

A sharp breath exhaled from Jing Yuan when you nuzzled closer into his embrace. He was no blind man when you arched your back and pushed your ass into his pelvis. In fact, Jing Yuan lightly removed the thin bed sheets and watched you do your thing. Although he was certain that you were fast asleep, he couldn't believe his eyes when you were 'naturally' drawn to him in a way which spoke volumes; you craved his touch, his mark, his tenderness.

Him.

What better way to express that during the dead of night?

"Quite the tease, aren't you, dove?" His voice was but a whisper, tickling your eardrums with the perfect amount of rasp and playfulness. "Even during your sleep you make my head spin..." Calloused fingers held a vice grip on your waist, tantamount to the swirling thoughts of delirium that Jing Yuan struggled to hold back. "Had I known you were struggling on your own I would have returned sooner."

You could feel Jing Yuan's length hardening. The erection was positioned right between your cheeks, laying in wait for the next line of action. Jing Yuan grinded himself against you, the appendage sliding up and down against your ass whilst his hips rolled in tandem. A gentle, miniscule mewl slipping past your lips didn't go unnoticed by the general. Jing Yuan shifted so that he rested upright on his elbow to stare down at your sleepless form. In his mind he had drawn a couple of conclusions: one, you were ridiculously aroused from having a wet dream. Two, you had attempted to sort yourself out before Jing Yuan's arrival but wasn't satisfied with your result. Three, you were awake and teasing Jing Yuan as punishment for coming home late.

Jing Yuan's smile cocked into a thin concave of mischief. He chuckled deeply to the concept of all three ideas as he leaned forward and claimed what was his. He pressed deep kisses into your neck and sucked gently at the same spot. Next he rolled his hips a couple more times to harden his girth and enamour the feeling of the erection resting between your cheeks, before succumbing to his instincts and quickly flipping you onto your back. As Jing Yuan positioned himself above and between your legs, he found himself staring at the spot he sucked. Perhaps he was a little too forceful, the shine of his saliva on your skin was still visible even in the moonlight.

Jing Yuan's breaths grew heavy as he pondered over what to do next. The urge to resist taking you right here and now grew weaker and weaker the longer he idolised your sleeping form. His eyes ran to and from every crevice your body had to offer; from the dishevelled bed hair to the loose strap falling off your shoulder, Jing Yuan's patience wore thinner every second he spent with his hands away from your body.

With you resting peacefully in a quiet daze, he didn't know whether to proceed - or rather, how to proceed. He always waited for you to tell him how to move, what to start with and which position you liked best. But for the first time in a long while, he had been left in charge in the bedroom. At first he didn't appreciate that. He adored letting you use him however you pleased. It felt like his one true chance to finally retire for the day and have someone else do the commanding instead.