Thud, bang, clang.
Sunburst nearly ended with his back on the floor from walking backward, groping the walls blindly to get an idea of where he was going. It was a miracle that he didn’t lose his footing earlier from the sheer force of Starlight’s kisses, or maybe it was Starlight’s magic at play that kept them from crashing painfully to the floor.
It had started innocent enough, he merely bowed down to give a congratulatory kiss on her cheek because she accomplished the impossible; getting their newborn Luster Dawn to settle for her afternoon nap in under twenty minutes. Since the birth of their daughter about two months ago (the longest months of his life, he might add) the pair had been working tirelessly around the clock to attend to her needs.
Not that he minded, she was adorable, a gift from the heavens, he could barely stop gushing about her anytime somepony asked about her, his wallet overflowing with pictures of her chubby face and wide golden eyes that he shoved into their faces to show her off—which was constantly. But as cute as she was, demanding like her mommy she certainly was. It had taken precise teamwork as parents to manage the constant needs of their foal. Meaning if one was unoccupied and awake, the other was taking the scarce opportunity to catch up on either sleeping, bathing, or eating.
Today had been one of the few times their random sleeping schedules had aligned, the pair awake at the same time to put their little Dawn down for naptime together. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d kissed Starlight, or when they last stood together in silence without crying or cooing in the background, but the last thing he’d expected was his equally sleep-deprived wife to take hold of his suspenders when he attempted to rise back up.
From there, Starlight’s arms wrapped around his neck, and he was reminded (as he was sure she was trying to do all along) just how starving he had been for her kisses these last few weeks. Barely conscious of it his arms wove about her waist, bringing her body close to his. This was where the trouble began. Something about the pressure of her chest on his—the escalating rate of their combined heartbeats and the sudden panting between each kiss, clearly awoke something in his wife because suddenly she was walking him into the hallway without breaking contact. And who was he to disobey the silent command?
The hallway was too hot, so they moved through it toward his study—and he was vaguely aware of Starlight throwing her sweater to the floor. He’d knocked over a broom with his hand trying to regain his footing when she nearly leaped into his arms once they reached the study. Quickly, his other arm scooped her around her hips, cupping her ass, and ripping a startled gasp from her lips.
“Oh, s-sorry,” Sunburst managed to wheeze, not about to force his wife, who had so recently given birth, into any situation which would be taxing on her body. Yet the sudden pressure of her legs wrapping tightly around his thin hips forced out an unexpected noise out of him and he gave up trying to catch the broom so he could use both arms to support her weight.
“Squeeze me tighter,” Starlight demanded, and the sound of her voice was enough to send a thrill of delight down his spine. It had been far too long since he heard her speak in such a low, breathy, and longing tone. It brought a mischievous smile to his face as he leveraged himself against the wall, adjusting his hands to firmly grasp her glorious backside that he’d stared at so wistfully whenever she bent over the baby’s cradle. Groping her now was a gift from the heavens and the rewarding moan he received as she buried her lips to his neck was proof that his long fingers hadn’t become rusty with disuse.
“So bossy,” Sunburst barely breathed the taunt when the feeling of her teeth upon his throat choked out another moan from him and his hips reflexively trusted into the warm crevices of her body. “D-don’t make me wake the baby…” He nearly pleaded as he felt her hands slip behind his head and tangle tightly into his unkempt and unwashed hair.
“Oh, are you more sensitive now? Did you miss this?” Starlight’s said in between kisses, each word a warm breath that tickled his ear. Today was especially scorching because his study felt just as humid as the hallway, and he felt as though he were wearing several layers of clothes instead of a simple button-up shirt.
“Glimmy, please, don’t be cruel…” now the quick breathes were noticeable from him too—and an intense one hitched in his throat when she suddenly ground her own pelvis against him. “Please, Starlight…” Sunburst managed in a strangled whisper.
“The baby is asleep…” It was such an innocent phrase, but in Starlight’s husky tone it sent a jolt to his rapidly growing erection, which he was doing his best to prevent from taking over his entire mental function.
“A-are you—”
“I missed you inside me…” Starlight’s lips ran across his ear before she bit down gently, and Sunburst nearly dropped her in surprise. She was impossible to resist. Balancing her with one arm, the other dug his long fingers into her messy, knotted, and tangled braid for a much-needed kiss between their open, begging mouths. Hers smiling and his practically begging for sustenance, as though she were the only source of relief in all of Equestria. Starlight began to slip off his body, extending one leg to the floor and it forced a near whimper from her husband at the loss of physical contact.
“What are you…?” He practically whined. But the answer came when she placed a hand upon his waistline, then promptly slipped it into his trousers.
“Just making sure you’re ready to go.” Her words mirrored the exhausted smirk that crept upon her face from the gasp Sunburst had to suppress between his teeth. It seemed like she hadn’t forgotten how to hold him and make him stand to attention, her thumb pressing into the firm flesh of the curved tip of his cock. Sunburst was forced to clasp a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t let out a loud curse now that his most sensitive area was receiving some long-needed attention. “It seems that the head is as sensible as always, glad some things never change.” The sheer confidence in her voice, along with her expert stroking, almost pushed him to the edge of orgasm had he not resisted with every ounce of his willpower.
“Bu-but you’re still recovering…” Trembling, each of his hands slid out of her hair to cup her sweaty and messy face, planting starving kisses along the top of her head—hardly able to stand upright from the attentions of her hand now tauntingly stroking at the hypersensitive edges of the foreskin with a languid finger.
“Why would I do this if I wasn’t recuperated?”
“Because you tend to ignore your limits…” Sunburst managed to give her an exasperated look between all of the dizzying heat. In response he suddenly felt her prying one of his hands off her face—perhaps she was finally relenting to her body’s need for healing. Ok, he could live with that—so long as he got a cold, cold, cold shower, immediately. However, the only bath in his future was the liquid that coated his palm when her hand guided his own underneath her pants. This was the stallion’s breaking point, as once again his free arm slinked around her waist, pulling her tight into his lanky frame. Struggling to maintain composure his forehead pressed into the top of her head.
“Shit, Starlight—”
“Did you think I was trying to be kind when I said I missed you inside me? Sunburst—you know I do not believe in false flattery.”
“Glimmy, you are so wet for me…” His mischief and excitement returned instantaneously, and his hand took advantage of its newfound position. Replicating the maddening moves her hand was enacting within his trousers, he now used the long stretch of his hand to enfold the entirety of her warm folds in his palm. It was almost too easy for his hands, that knew how to handle the most delicate of books and antiques, to easily fondle his wife; sliding one long finger within her to truly test her body’s limits while the flat of his palm firmly held down the throbbing ‘cli-to-ris’, a word he loved to repeat in her ear for its syllable complexity that normally earned him a pillow to the face.
“Sunburst, no poetry please, I cannot handle the waiting…” It only took a few seconds for his hand to make her voice rise an octave in desperation. But she retaliated by increasing the speed of her hand around his shaft, reminding him of the pent-up need which would be impossible to restrain much longer.
“Then let me go before I can’t walk,” he gasped raggedly. The moment she did he immediately regretted it—as much as she when his now soaked hand left her pussy. To compensate, they fell into a series of messy kisses—struggling to stumble their way into the doorway, their bodies trembling with desire and need. Once again, Starlight did what he least expected and took hold of his suspenders, yanking him to follow while their lips remained attached. They collided with his desk as she began to rapidly pull down his suspenders.
“Th-the desk?” asked Sunburst between kisses, realizing just how tired (or aroused) his wife must be to allow this kind of activity in an area reserved for working.
“Yes, pull down my pants,” was the simple gasping response—her hands now fumbling with incredible precision over his belt. There was a frantic urgency now—they had no idea how much time they had left before their daughter woke up—knowing that they could easily be ripped out of this stolen moment of intimacy at any second, which destroyed any sense of decorum Starlight would have normally demanded.
“I don’t keep any condoms in here—”
“It’s too soon to worry about that, and I am not letting you go to look for one.” The desperation in her voice was enough to silence any argument from Sunburst. She turned around, leaning over the table so she could pull down her pants herself when his trembling hands struggled to remove them.
“Like this? Wow, you really did miss me…” He said into her ear with a mixture of gratitude, surprise, and lust. Usually, his wife took great pleasure in controlling the motions of their lovemaking—unless she was particularly tired or in a loving mood to grant him such privilege.
“Sunburst, please,” she said, half frustrated and half aroused. Normally he would have milked this moment with far more impish glee—but he was just as desperate as her, on the verge of losing all composure, and he quickly positioned himself to her height and ran one arm down her own until their hands met. The instant he touched her hand she caught him in a vicious grip, which only reassured him just how much she needed him right now.
Carefully, he began his entrance to her body—and the pressure was so glorious he closed his eyes and moaned, his head falling into her shoulder blades. It was almost too painful to stop and ask her a question when he heard her suppress a moan and felt her tremble underneath him.
“N-not too sore, are you?”
“Sunburst, get inside me, now.” The demand was like an answer to his prayers, and it only took a little insistence from his hips to finally slip fully inside her welcoming folds, both parents doing their best to keep their voices down, despite the utter joy and euphoria they felt in their intimacy. Now his body had a mind of its own, hands worshipping and caressing every angle of her plump and welcoming hips, where his erection would have taken home forever had the need to move not been so painful. The small moans leaving his wife with each roll of their hips was rewarding enough though.
“Is that deep enough?” He gasped into her ear, the sweat causing strands of her hair to stick to his face.
“Ye-yeah…n-no…” With a trembling voice, she laid flat across the table, raising her tail and allowing the deepest angle possible. His hand squeezed hers back as he let out a startled curse of pleasure.
“Buck! W-Warn me—” The depth made each pause nearly painful for them both, but for different reasons. For Sunburst it was the feeling of her walls squeezing his sensitive cock after months of barely even touching her, and for Starlight it was the feeling of having him back inside her while her body was still not fully recovered. But they were both too excited and touch starve to stop.
“No…” She half moaned; half mocked back in revenge for his earlier mocking. “D-Don’t wake the baby—” But the words had barely left her lips when a violent jerk of pleasure forced her to bite down hard on her lower lip. Between her legs, his free hand reached down to rub her in time with the swaying of his hips along her pulsing clitoris. “S-Sunburst!” She moaned and scold at the same time.
“You-you didn’t think I’d forget what you enjoy, did you…?” His attempt to sound coy failed miserably—his own voice was shuddering over the ecstasy, reducing his mind to a series of curses and loose, nonsensical lyrics and poetry. Neither could keep up their little teasing as they were lost to the need and the carnal ferocity. Sunburst soon laid his chest against her back in order to breathe some of the mangled words floating around his mind. “You’re so beautiful bent over like this, you sound like an angel when you moan my name, taking my cock like it was made for you…” The words were slurred, but he knew from years of practice that it was moments like these when her icy exterior melted away and she allowed herself to enjoy his ‘sappy nerdy words’. He knew he succeeded when he felt her nails dig into his hand—a sign that he was pushing her closer to release, the thought was so erotic he nearly came.
“More,” Starlight panted into the table—but oh, he heard her perfectly—and he didn’t need to be convinced this time to let his hips trust at a dizzying pace, as though they were dancing and twirling to one of the most exhausting dances. Neither could be bothered to think about being quiet at this moment, the sounds of flesh coming together were music to their ears, the desk hitting the wall setting the tempo to their frantic lovemaking, something that once would have made them bashful they now enjoyed with every fiber of their beings.
“Cum for me…” Sunburst muttered tightly into her ear as his hand stopped his rubbing momentarily—and when she made the softest whimper of protest his hand returned with vigor and ferocity as if he were writing the most passionate ballad in the history of Equestria in her honor. This, of course, was the greatest gift he could give her—especially with how she reacted, turning her face into his forearm to muffle a scream, her body convulsing around him and sparks flying from her horn. Then she went limp, except for her hand, which clutched his arm with an iron grip.
The sight was too much—and he barely made it through another three strokes before going stiff with a much needed, and almost painfully violent, release, exploding deep inside her with a whinny contained between clenched teeth. The sensation was so intense that he would’ve slid off her sweaty body had her fingers not been so firmly attached to his forearm. With his remaining energy, he kept their bodies joined as long as possible until his cock grew soft and slowly slipped out of her. Then there was nearly a full minute of silence—he usually loved to use this moment to continue his little taunts and poems, but they were both so exhausted and deprived of each other that he could only be grateful for the sturdiness of his desk.
Sunburst nearly fell asleep against her shoulder when Starlight’s soft laughter brought him to reality.
“Hmm, what’s so funny?” He asked groggily.
“We moved the desk.” She pointed at the skid marks on the floor and slight dents in the plaster on the wall.
“Oh, at least we didn’t break it this time…” he muttered while he leaned forward to kiss her face.
She sighed. “But now we have to buy some plaster and paint…”
“Or not, I can hide it behind some books, no one will know.”
“But I will.”
“It can be our little secret.” Sunburst brought his arms around her waist and nuzzled his head once more into her back, wanting nothing more than to sleep.
“You need a bath…”
“So do you…and a new load of laundry too.”
Starlight half laughed, half scoffed at the comment, and kicked off the remains of her pants and panties, slightly stained with his cum and her juices, underneath the table.
“We should bathe before she wakes up.”
“Noooo…let me sleep…”
“Up, up,” she chided, but the joy in her tone was apparent as she pressed a kiss on the little marks her nails had left on his arm.
“You were not doing all the work this time…”
“Well, if we clean up fast enough maybe I’ll return the favor…”
Her statement was convincing enough for Sunburst to shoot up from his lethargy, taking hold of the desk so as not to trip over his trousers, which were wrapped around his ankles. Starlight stifled another laugh and took his hand as he offered her an unneeded gentlecoltly escort.
“To the bath, my lady?”
“I should hope so, we are not dressed for anywhere else.” Starlight chuckled at their half-dressed states. Arm in arm, using one another for support due to their languid legs, they left the study, leaving their discarded clothing to tell an interesting story for any poor soul that happened to wander in unnuanced.
Author's Note
Why yes, Luster Dawn is their daughter and you cannot change my mind. 
Second part coming soon...
