A/n: warning for lemon lol. Reader has AFAB body bc marketing yo, but there's no mention of chest being masculine or feminine so girls, NB's and transmascs can enjoy.

Things were finally wrapping up for your school year. You'd just been into the campus to submit your final work, the hieroglyph inspired set you'd been working on (with Ahkmenrahs help) over the past few weeks. In another few weeks, everything would be graded and you'd be on your way to graduate.

It was exiting, everything had been exiting the past few months. There were still a few weeks left of the museum collaboration, so most of your time in the museum was spent with Ahk and his parents, and while your dad was here visiting him too. He was staying in a nearby hotel since your ring apartment really didn't have the extra room. Not that he really minded, he'd wanted to take some time to wander the city as well while he was here.

So during the day when the rest of the museum was asleep it was just you and Ahkmenrah in your apartment. Which had slowly been turning into the Egyptian exhibit the longer he stayed with you. His art, his robes, little trinkets you'd found out shopping, they'd started to decorate the walls and shelves. Which wasn't a bad thing really, Ancient Egypt had a rather gorgeous aesthetic. Gold, jewels, cats, lavish tombs. If your messy apartment turned into a temple you didn't really mind as long as you could keep all your art stuff lying around too.

"I'm back!" You called out as you entered your apartment.

Usually when you were out Ahk took the time to nap, but he was always awake by the time you were back.

"Welcome back" he called back.

You found him in your room, where he'd found all your sewing supplies and gotten ahold of your pyjamas.

"Oi, what are you doing to my jim jams sir?" You joked.

"Fixing that hole on the top"

Ah yes, you'd been meaning to fix that for months. Looks like he'd gotten to it first.

"Oh, thanks. I've been meaning to fix it" you thanked.

"And adding some flair"

Now you were curious. He tied off the stitch and cut the remaining thread, revealing the hole now patched up with golden embroidery of a snake in his signature style.

"Woah, you're full of skills I don't know of huh? That's so cool, thank you" you smiled, taking the pyjama top in your hands to get a closer look.

"We used to stitch sigils into things as worship and incantations. I know a few things" he replied.

He began to pack up all the threads and needles, stacking them back into their box. As he did, you finally got a better look at him since you left and found he'd ditched any form of shirt to sleep in and his hair was a bit messed up from tossing and turning in his sleep. Something about him slightly disheveled was so pretty...

He was always pretty, especially in his glamorous pharaoh gear... but something about him like this. No shirt, only a loose skirt, slightly messed up hair and still sporting the powerful eyeliner of the pharaoh look. His beads, cape and robes hung up on your closet door next to the dress you'd bought to match him. It made your room look more regal.

"I can feel you staring at me" he said, putting the box back on the shelf.

"Just admiring" you smiled.

"Admiring me or my ability to actually clean up my messes?"

"Both. Mainly you... you know something about the aesthetic of Ancient Egypt is so... sensual"

He gave you an amused but slightly confused look, sitting up on the bed with you.

"Sensual?" He asked.

"Maybe it's the lavish robes... or the men wearing eyeliner part. But something about it, something about you. Fourth king of the fourth king" you teased, gently poking his chest.

He was silent a moment, in slight disbelief this was actually happening. It had been over 1000 years since someone had even suggested commuting sins of the flesh with him, and here you were eying him down like a lingerie model.

Over 1000 years... that really makes a man frustrated...

"Maybe you're right... perhaps it's the fact people were walking around shirtless covered in gold" he replied.

"That definitely is part of it... maybe it's the fact those robes are basically ancient skirts. I love a man in a skirt" you said, eyeing down the skirt he was wearing.

Ahk just couldn't get used to pants, he'd had the chance to wear them multiple times by now and he just couldn't find them comfortable. They chafed, the feeling of the fabric between his thighs icked him. He much preferred a skirt, it was similar to his robes and he was more used to the feeling.

"You do, do you? Never would have guessed. Not like you're magically bound by love and a tablet to a man that wears a skirt like garment on the daily" Ahk teased.

You shifted closer to him, placing a hand on his knee just under the hem of the skirt.

"Permission to defile a Pharaoh?" You asked.

Oh boy how you'd get in trouble for that back in his day. But times were very different now, and he wasn't ruling a kingdom with strict rules. He could do whatever he wanted, and maybe he wanted you to defile him.

"Granted" he agreed.

Like a magnet, you were drawn together. Your lips connected, you shifted even closer and his arms wrapped around you to pull you into his lap. He always tastes of tea and spices, it was a nice bonus for his wonderful kisses. He was always the kind to kiss with meaning and feeling, and especially now with how he tasted you. He'd told you that you tasted amazing, like your favourite bubble teas. So he wanted every last bit of that pleasant taste as you wanted every last bit of his spice.

The kiss would only break for a moment for air, before going back into a deeper one where you'd claim every inch of each other's mouths.

Something about the fact he was once a pharaoh was thrilling. You, a regular modern human shoving your tongue into the mouth of a powerful ruler made you feel just as powerful as he was in his day. Again the kiss broke, and you took a moment to just gaze into each others now lustful eyes.

He could feel his blood pressure (if he had non magic blood flow) rise. He admittedly never really thought about positions, but something about you looking down at him made his cheeks warm up and his breathing hitch. You leaned back down, this time placing kisses down his neck, you felt his hands slip down your back and come to rest on your waist.

Something about you taking control was nice to him. Perhaps it was because as a pharaoh he was always expected to be dominant and in control, and it was nice to have a break from that. It was probably also the trust he had in you to allow you to take that control.

You kissed the faint scar over his neck, tracing it with your lips. If that scar was connected to a bad memory, you hoped you could make it into a better one. You could feel him toying with the hem of your shirt, wanting it off. You sat back, allowing him to pull it over your head and toss it aside. Pushing on his shoulders he fell back into the sheets and you adjusted your position so you were hovering over him. He looked up at you with a lovesick smile and bedroom eyes, thousands years of pent up sexual frustration finally being allowed free.

"Did you get any action at Cambridge?" You asked.

"No one around after dark to get action with. It was very frustrating" he replied.

"Must have been, what about fixing the situation yourself? Did you ever take that risk?"

His slightly embarrassed silence told you the answer was yes. Could you blame the man? He was alone and freshly awoken from a long dead slumber, the only thing he could do was use his hands and hope it'd offer some temporary relief.

"Can't blame you really. Being alone that long seems... torturous" you said.

"It was. So will you fix it?" He replied.

"Gladly"

You ran your hands down his chest, over his abdomen and traced the waistband of the skirt with your fingers. The way you straddled him, you could feel him slightly hard underneath you. But before giving him that satisfaction you wanted to toy with him a bit. See how much you could push your luck with the pharaoh.

"Tell me Ahkmenrah, fourth king. How would someone like me be punished for defiling a pharaoh?" You asked.

"Depends on how severe it was. Anything from a harsh whipping to death, but the fact you're avoiding punishment makes it more thrilling for you doesn't it?" He replied.

He could see right though you. You liked this, having the power over him.

"It does" you admitted.

You ran your hands back up to his chest, gently brushing your fingers over his nipples. He squirmed slightly at the touch, finding it to be a sensitive area. Running your hands up and down his body to tease him really seemed to make him more and more desperate. Probably because it had been so long. He pulled on your hips slightly making you shift forward and grind against him, telling you he wanted some kind of friction. Reciprocating, you pushed your hips into him painfully slow, feeling him grow harder.

This alone was starting to get you wet, there was just something about him.

"Don't tease" he muttered under his breath.

"It's more fun though isn't it?" You dared to tease.

"(Y/n) please-"

Giving him a sly grin, you put your hands on his thighs and ran up them, taking the fabric of the skirt with it. In ancient Egypt, they wore loincloth, in modern time he has access to other undergarments. But today when he'd gotten out of his pharaoh gear to sleep, he'd left them out. So when you pushed his skirt up, he didn't have anything underneath and you finally got a look at his size. Not to bad, looked like it'd feel real good.

You listened to his breath hitch when you brushed your fingers against the tip, he was so painfully hard for you it was honestly kind of flattering.

"(Y/n)-" he said, a desperate tone.

"Patience" you replied.

He watched intently as you leaned down and pressed your tongue to his skin. Licking the underside from base to tip, you earned a soft moan from him. God... his voice...

Circling the tip with your tongue, you tasted the precum that had leaked from him. It was somehow exactly as you'd expected, not bitter but not sweet either, somewhere in between.

You took him in your mouth, taking as much in as you could. Rubbing your tongue, bobbing in a fluid motion you listened to him whine from the pleasure. His hand grabbed onto your hair, holding it away from your face and acting as a guide.

He sighed out something in his mother tongue you didn't understand yet, but from the pleasured strain in his voice it seemed to be something good. You loved when he spoke his language, it was just so nice on his tongue and paired with his voice.

Anything you couldn't fit, you worked at with your hands. Rubbing the base and feeling the tip against your throat, he filled you up. You could only imagine how much he'd fill you up later on.

"Hathor help me..." he muttered in pure bliss.

Invoking the name of the goddess of love? You must be doing good. It'd been so long since he'd gotten any action, this felt like he was ascending to the heavens. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, made him drop his head back into the pillows with ecstasy, profanities in his language strung in between desperate moans.

As much as you wanted to finish him off like this and let him have that satisfaction, you were far from dome with the encounter. You slowly pulled back, running your tongue up the underside again before sitting up.

"Don't edge me like that" he complained at the lack of stimulation.

"We're far form done though aren't we?" You replied.

It registered that it was his turn now, and he eagerly sat up to do exactly that. He flipped you over, straddling over you. The skirt fell back over his body, this time his rock hard erection very obvious though the fabric. He pulled at the drawstring on your shorts, untying them and pulling them off to add to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Teasingly brushing his fingers over your clit through your panties, you squirmed at the touch.

"Any preferences?" He asked.

"Surprise me" you replied.

He gave you a sly smirk, liking that answer.

Pulling your panties off your body, you were now completely exposed for him. He ran a finger along your folds, feeling the wetness that had accumulated.

"Already?" He teased.

"Shut up, hard not to get soaked when you moan with the voice of an angel" you replied.

"You like it when I'm vocal do you?"

"Very much"

"Hm, noted"

Gently pushing your legs apart so he could get between them, you watched eagerly knowing you were about to get the best oral of your life.

That first contact with your skin was like a switch went off inside you, his tongue brushed your clit and forced a breathy sigh from you at the sensation. You held yourself up with the headboard, pushing yourself into his tongue. Gently teasing your clit, he prodded at it and lapped up the length of your pussy as you gripped the sheets. God he was so good! Where did he learn this? Cambridge like he learnt everything else?

"Mm- fuck" you sighed.

He rubbed your clit at somehow just the right pressure and speed, as if he'd done this to you before and knew exactly how to. One arm gripped your thigh, the other was running down your other thigh closer to your soaking core. With his mouth on your clit, he used his free hand to slip two fingers inside with ease, you whined at the sensation, wanting to buck your hips to shove them deeper in.

"Ahh- gods..." you moaned, feeling him curl his fingers inside you as he pumped and stretched you out.

Seriously, how was he so good at this?

The pressure building inside you was threatening to burst, but you didn't want to finish just yet. He knew to keep things pleasurable but not push you over the edge just yet. But god, he knew how to use his mouth.

That sensation of teetering close to the edge but not quite going over was driving you into ecstasy. He sucked your clit like he was sucking the sweet juices from a fruit, and it was all the right pressure and speed to get you so close, but not quite over the edge. As if he'd let you finish before getting to be inside you.

"Oh my FUCK- Ahk-" you whined.

He could feel you tighten around his fingers, and he knew if he kept it up you'd be unraveling before planned. So reluctantly he stopped, admittedly liking to listen to you whine at his skills with his tongue.

You shifted off him, taking a breath to compose yourself.

"Next time you finish me off like that" you said.

"Gladly. I can taste you for longer then" he replied.

You sat up, placing another kiss on his lips. You could taste each other's juices on your lips with that kiss, and it was a taste you knew you'd be craving from this day onward. He broke the kiss, looking at you desperately.

"Let me inside you" he gasped.

"Of course" you replied.

He allowed you control again, and let you straddle him, flip up his skirt to reveal his erection again and  to line it up with your entrance. Not wanting to hurt you or go too hard on you for your first time together, he allowed you to have the control for this. As long as he got to be inside you, it would be perfectly fine by him. Just the tip touched it, teasing him as you gave him a sly grin.

"Ready?" You asked.

He nodded, desperate.

Neither of you were worried about any accidental pregnancies of other problems sex can cause. He was undead, he didn't have the organs for that. They were all in jars mummified in his exhibit. It was the tablet that allowed him to experience the arousal of life and get hard enough to fuck you.

Lowing yourself onto him, a whine from deep in your soul escaped you. Another sultry phrase in his language from him, he seemed to revert back to it when in deep pleasure. He filled you up completely, the perfect size. He put his hands on your hips to help guide the motion, and you slowly began to roll your hips into his. He hit deep inside you, in places you didn't know you had.

"Oh fuck..." you sighed.

"You're beautiful like this" he smiled, breathless.

"I could say the same thing about you, I don't know when I smudged your eyeliner but it looks great with the hair I've messed up"

You were both a bit of a mess at this point, but it just added to the disheveled mid- sex look that was so hot.

Speeding up your thrusts, you were REALLY glad this room was relatively sound proof. Otherwise your neighbours would be complaining about things getting loud. A mix of desperate moaning, skin against skin, swearing, sloppy kisses and various ancient Egyptian phrases.

"God- fuck you feel so good" you moaned out.

"Hathor help me, you're so good (y/n)" he replied, invoking the name of the goddess of love again.

"I feel so good I invoke the name of a god?" You teased.

"You're better than good- f-fuck"

He trailed off in his language again, nails digging into your skin as his grip tightened.

Rushed, harsh thrusts the two of you were in a desperate rhythm edging closer and closer to release. He reached up to push the hair from your eyes, a weak smile and hooded eyes gazing up at you.

"I love you, my guardian" he sighed.

"I love you too, Ahkmenrah" you replied.

"Gods I can't, please. Let me-"

"Just a little more"

So close to the edge, you slammed into each other just a few more times to really push yourselves to climax.

"Ahh, fuck... fuck!" You whined, legs weakening and back arching.

With a final harsh thrust, you were pushed over the edge. The feeling of you tightening around him and the godly cries of your pleasure was enough to push him to the edge too. With a weakened whine of  pleasure you could feel him fill you up with everything he had. After so long he finally had release, and god it felt so good.

You rode out the high together, breathless and weakened. Slowing to a gentle rock and eventually a stop, you slumped down on top of him. Wrapping his arms around him and holding you tight, you lay in silence for a moment catching your breath.

"Holy fuck-" you giggled.

"I second that" he replied.

You lay there in each other's arms for a moment until you contained yourselves, and when you did you sat up again and slipped off him. Feeling the rest of his juices drip down your thighs, you lay next to him in the sheets below.

"You're quite the lover you know?" You complimented.

"You're a literal god (y/n), that was... I don't even have words" he replied.

There was a lot you wanted to do next time when you had the energy now you knew how damn good he was. He pulled you into his arms, the intimacy of skin to skin post sex cuddles really just making you both feel the love you had for each other.

"Again, tomorrow" he sighed, getting his breath back.

"This is part of our every day routine now huh? I'm that good" you giggled.

"Maybe not every day but... a decent amount of the time"