name Zuko — series Avatar: the Last Airbender — moonblessing Sanguis residence Level 2 — roommatesTamaki + Hikaru + Kaoru — work busboy at Niisan's Teppanyaki
[ He has a power over her that's intoxicating, a feeling that is usually masked by anger and uncertainty but only now makes it that much easier to melt into him. Even now she recognizes the relief even past the desire, curling into him with a hidden fear that he'd let her go too soon as he presses eager, heated kisses to her mouth. The princess can't help but grind into his lap, selfishly hoping he needed her just as badly, coaxing their bodies closer together. Azula regretfully parts their lips, dipping her head closer to leave a trail of kisses along his jawline before whispering a command in his ear. ]
Take me to your bedroom.
[ She wouldn't let him escape her, arms winding tight around his shoulders just in case he was thinking about it. ]
[ Zuko has no idea the power he has over her. He knows an Azula who's composed and ruthless and sees her still as the perfect, prodigy princess she once was, all-powerful innately; he knew nothing about what happened after their Agni Kai — he didn't even know about their Agni Kai! He's always susceptible to Azula's influence, but now more than ever. He feels as if under a spell, somehow outside himself, and he can't help but spread his legs further when his pants grow tighter beneath her as she moves on him like that. It's too much, far more than he'd expected, just that alone, and leaves him in shallow, quick breaths. When she leans in and starts kissing along his jawline, there was a terrifying excitement that came over him. But when she makes her demand, just a wave of terror washes over him. He has a conflicted, longing, searching look on his face, always so expressive, while he struggles inwardly and outwardly in a flash that's far too fast for him to process. His eyes dart to the left anxiously, turning away from her slightly toward the entrance, paranoid about his roommates. But he doesn't think anyone's home... Even if they were... What is he thinking? He's not; he can't.
She knows she has so much power over her brother and as it almost always happens, she uses it well. His eyes seek hers, turning back toward her with that same complex, somehow pleading, slightly dazed expression, and nods the slightest of obedient nods. This moment is a whirlwind and turning point but— they'd already passed that point, probably. He slides his hands from her waist to her thighs, and carefully lifts her with him as he stands. She's light, and he's strong, and it's like one fluid motion, almost effortless. Instinctive. He looks her straight-on, something harsh yet soft in his eyes, pausing and holding her midair for a split moment, wheels turning in his head but clearly malfunctioning. He closes his eyes and leans in for another kiss as he walks her shortly down the hall. His door was left ajar, so he gently kicks it open, not keen on breaking the kiss, and as they enter, he kicks it shut backwards rather noisily with a slam.
He feels weak pressed against his sister now, arms beneath her slightly shaking as he turns around to sit at the foot of his bed, keeping her as close as he could in his lap all the while. He leans back to lie flat against the bed, but the hot, nervous hands that had just supported her are now along her back, coaxing her down with him. His chest feels tight and he's definitely suppressing pants, ravaged with confusion and hormones and moonlight and a desire he never, ever admitted to, and now was spontaneously acting upon... His head's spinning. But clearly neither have intention of stopping if they find themselves in Zuko's bedroom at all. ]
[ Zuko being so quiet made her nervous at first, like he was doubting her, this, she'd so quickly come to terms with her desires that her need for Chroma only felt like an extra push-- but what if he hadn't wanted this at all? The nerves vanish as his hands curl around her thighs, firm, confident, her expression softening as she catches his gaze while held tight against him. It was a sweetness she didn't deserve, groaning against his mouth when his lips return to hers and he moves through the apartment to claim her.
He's on the bed and greedy, tugging her down, making her laugh out loud-- she'd always wanted to be wanted like this. She's practically cradling his face in her hands as she presses kisses to every inch of his skin she can reach, like each one was marking her territory. It was too late now to pretend this dark desire wasn't a part of her, finding it easier to touch and tease now that he accepted her, all of her, and whatever strange new show of intimacy that blossomed between them. ]
I hate your hair like this. [ Azula admits, the words low, affectionate, even as she's grazing his teeth against his cheek, dragging his lower lip between her own before stealing another kiss. ] Grow it back out.
[ One hand slinks between them, eager to feel his excitement for her as she grazes fingertips against his erection through the fabric of his pants. Even the lightest touch makes her feel hot, quickly shifting her goal to undo the clasp of his pants. ]
[ For a split second, this felt right. In a moment where she'd always wanted to be wanted like this, where he'd always wanted to be wanted like this, it seems like there's no one else who could ever possibly make sense but for them to want each other like this... They shared a twisted closeness that was sometimes beyond Zuko's own comprehension — including this current "sometimes." As she dapples his face in kisses, he feels true affection, like he's loved, like he's family...
But immediately the feeling is smeared, the fancy shattered, her next words knocking the stars from his eyes and into a different sort of haze. He liked his hair like this; he felt handsome for the first time since his punishment. Hikaru had cut it, had been dying to cut it since he first met Zuko; and now finally, Zuko'd trusted his good friend's expert eye on what's most flattering to the prince's face, and they had a whole bonding moment about it and everything — it was special, even if it was simple. It was the first time in his life Zuko had gotten to make a choice about what to do with his hair for himself, just to his own liking and no other tradition or circumstance. And he liked it, indeed. But of course Azula's first words, in this tender moment where she'd made him feel so desired and adored, were "I hate your hair like this." Even recognizing that this is Azula speaking out of affection in her way, her stark disdain and authority embarrass him, drawing a deep pout across his brow, the unexpected hurt making him seek even more kisses.
Zuko's hips buck slightly as Azula busies her hands, exhaling sharply in surprise — though he shouldn't be surprised. It's all escalating quickly, before he can even pause to think clearly. Surely Azula'd have it that way, before he can grow logical, sensible, moral doubts too quickly. She knows how to play him like a fiddle and he knows it, too; there are so many times in life where it's somehow natural and silent to fall in line with whatever Azula's doing. Usually when he falls like this... he's not doing well. But in this scenario, everything feels too good to worry about his own manipulation or morality. Azula's touch would feel electric no matter what, even if they were home, he imagines, but he can't quiet himself at the feel of the added warm surge of Chroma from her hands along his length as she frees it from his jeans. He sounds a bit breathless and a little... what's quite the word... scared? ]
[ Had she known the words would hurt his feelings, she would have kept it to herself, no intention in harming him when he'd given her so much already. It passes out of her mind quickly, stilling as he gasps her name, the sound of it making the desire in the pit of her stomach flipflop excitedly even as paralyzes her. Red stains the tip of her ears, threatening to take over the rest of her, a sick pleasure in how pliable Zuko seemed to be beneath her, giving her little reason to keep her own desire at bay as he welcomed all of it.
Golden eyes scan his face, uncomfortable with how much her name on his lips thrilled her. The princess had always thought the best sound in the world was his yelling at her in anger, in fear, but now all she wanted was that noise again, full of lust and need and? something? she couldn't quite place but she wanted to hear it again and again until she was unable to escape it. Any disgust with their situation she might have had was lost now, blinded by the love he was willing to give her. Her hands are more forceful, one tugging his pants from his hips as the other strokes the length of his cock slowly, clearly hungry to touch and claim parts of him that were still hidden from her. ]
Undressing is a two person job, Zuko.
[ Her words are hot, ready for his hands to take her with similar ferocity, needing to be convinced he wanted her just as badly. ]
gter8uihfjlkwes the latest im the worst but ily ty im sorry /)_(\
[ Her body pushes into his touch, egging him on, eager for him to take over the control she's willing to relinquish. She'd had the same nervous hesitation with Yamamoto, but with Zuko it evaporated, a confidence that made her feel guiltier. His hands were full of her and she was unable to read him, uncertain if she was even allowed to enjoy the attention he gave her, each exploratory squeeze making her more aware of the ache between her thighs.
And then he makes that noise, her head dipping forward to take advantage, dragging toothy kisses over his throat. Azula finishes the work he'd done, yanking her shirt over her head before her hands return to finish wrestling him free of his pants. ]
I'm not not a delicate flower. [ She reminds him, hoping he'd get the hint. His pants are being flung somewhere over her shoulder now, her mouth returning to lay claim to his skin, knowing she might be leaving a mark for him to obsess over later. Azula exhales, swallowing, before she continues-- ] And I'm yours to have.
[ Let her hand dip back down to coax another moan from him, no hesitation in wrapping her fingers back around his erection to return to their soft stroke. ]
[ He feels as though he might melt beneath her as she kisses his throat, feeling hot with each little bite of affection, and wriggles his legs to help her free him from his jeans on instinct. His hips sway with half-conscious need as she returns to her kisses, but her next words both strike his heart with a sudden wave of fear and make his cock twitch with a sudden wave of lust. Her fingers wrapping themselves around him again draw a sharp inhale of pleasure, even as his face is awash with worry. ]
Ah, Azula... You're my sister...
[ This far in, and now he points that out? With his hands full of her tits and her hands full of his cock, now is his moment of vague moral lucidity? She knows who she is, Zuko. He can't bring himself to outright object, so... stating a fact... as if it's up for debate... is about as close as he's getting to closing this door before it's thrust all the way open. ]
[ He should have voiced his concern back when only their mouths were connected, if you could call it concern-- Zuko was moving with her like they'd done this a thousand times before, he'd already made up his mind, hadn't he? Azula squeezes his cock between her fingers before she lifts her head, golden eyes catching his as her breath hitches at the sight of his face half-twisted in pleasure even as the doubt hung in the air. He'll be able to feel her heart thump harder against her chest, as if the words she'd already said before didn't give way to her feelings about what they were doing now. ]
[ His cock gives a sharp twitch in her hands at the words, golden eyes going wide locked with hers. He lets out a sudden breath of hot air sharply through his nose, staring at Azula with disbelief. His own sister. Somehow, this moment right now was the line he's drawn in the sand that he knew he was crossing... he knew he'd already crossed it several kisses ago, but it was all happening so fast, so surreal, seemingly so out of himself. And yet very much present and natural, like this is the most sensible person he should be doing this with right now. He'd never felt closer to her. He felt her love. Something like love. Love and something else. Something else he knew was surely at fault of this planet and urges above all, but yet— a part of him wonders... is this just a healthier way for them...? As siblings, as a way to show their love, to be close? Being normal hasn't exactly worked out for them so far... They're extreme people. Fucking is better than fighting, surely. "Love me like this, big brother"... Words that will be etched in his brain until this place wipes it clean of all these memories. If it ever does. And if it doesn't...—
He leans forward, wrapping his hands around her ribs to draw her closer, and kisses her hungrily with sudden urgency, breaking his intense, silent lingering look by slipping his tongue between her lips to wrestle hers. ]
[ For the first time in her life she feels wanted, no games having been played to get this way, just an acknowledgment of an uncomfortable electricity between them. This is not how she thought this evening would play out, desperately needing touch in any capacity due to Lunatia's pull but thankful he was willing to explore this dark intensity with her past simple brushes of their hands. She wasn't an idiot, she knew how stupid this was, how it'd be perceived if they were ever caught, but with Zuko... it felt right, like love and desire was seeping out of him all for her, something she always knew she wanted (never like this) but was eagerly awaiting their new exploration now that she had it.
Now that he finally stops questioning it, pulling her closer and forcing his tongue into her mouth so they'd stop the silly back-and-forth like they'd actually quit after they'd finally had a taste. Her hand leaves his cock so she can curl fingers in his dark hair, competitive even in their sweet game of tongue hockey, groaning against his mouth in anticipation of what is to come.
With the largest amount of hesitance, her hands drift in between them so she can be equal in his nudity, hastily working herself out of her pants with desperation. There's no regret now that she can feel him thick and hard against her thigh, swallowing as she's suddenly too excited, letting Zuko's tongue gain the upper hand as he explores her mouth. ]
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Take me to your bedroom.
[ She wouldn't let him escape her, arms winding tight around his shoulders just in case he was thinking about it. ]
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She knows she has so much power over her brother and as it almost always happens, she uses it well. His eyes seek hers, turning back toward her with that same complex, somehow pleading, slightly dazed expression, and nods the slightest of obedient nods. This moment is a whirlwind and turning point but— they'd already passed that point, probably. He slides his hands from her waist to her thighs, and carefully lifts her with him as he stands. She's light, and he's strong, and it's like one fluid motion, almost effortless. Instinctive. He looks her straight-on, something harsh yet soft in his eyes, pausing and holding her midair for a split moment, wheels turning in his head but clearly malfunctioning. He closes his eyes and leans in for another kiss as he walks her shortly down the hall. His door was left ajar, so he gently kicks it open, not keen on breaking the kiss, and as they enter, he kicks it shut backwards rather noisily with a slam.
He feels weak pressed against his sister now, arms beneath her slightly shaking as he turns around to sit at the foot of his bed, keeping her as close as he could in his lap all the while. He leans back to lie flat against the bed, but the hot, nervous hands that had just supported her are now along her back, coaxing her down with him. His chest feels tight and he's definitely suppressing pants, ravaged with confusion and hormones and moonlight and a desire he never, ever admitted to, and now was spontaneously acting upon... His head's spinning. But clearly neither have intention of stopping if they find themselves in Zuko's bedroom at all. ]
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He's on the bed and greedy, tugging her down, making her laugh out loud-- she'd always wanted to be wanted like this. She's practically cradling his face in her hands as she presses kisses to every inch of his skin she can reach, like each one was marking her territory. It was too late now to pretend this dark desire wasn't a part of her, finding it easier to touch and tease now that he accepted her, all of her, and whatever strange new show of intimacy that blossomed between them. ]
I hate your hair like this. [ Azula admits, the words low, affectionate, even as she's grazing his teeth against his cheek, dragging his lower lip between her own before stealing another kiss. ] Grow it back out.
[ One hand slinks between them, eager to feel his excitement for her as she grazes fingertips against his erection through the fabric of his pants. Even the lightest touch makes her feel hot, quickly shifting her goal to undo the clasp of his pants. ]
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But immediately the feeling is smeared, the fancy shattered, her next words knocking the stars from his eyes and into a different sort of haze. He liked his hair like this; he felt handsome for the first time since his punishment. Hikaru had cut it, had been dying to cut it since he first met Zuko; and now finally, Zuko'd trusted his good friend's expert eye on what's most flattering to the prince's face, and they had a whole bonding moment about it and everything — it was special, even if it was simple. It was the first time in his life Zuko had gotten to make a choice about what to do with his hair for himself, just to his own liking and no other tradition or circumstance. And he liked it, indeed. But of course Azula's first words, in this tender moment where she'd made him feel so desired and adored, were "I hate your hair like this." Even recognizing that this is Azula speaking out of affection in her way, her stark disdain and authority embarrass him, drawing a deep pout across his brow, the unexpected hurt making him seek even more kisses.
Zuko's hips buck slightly as Azula busies her hands, exhaling sharply in surprise — though he shouldn't be surprised. It's all escalating quickly, before he can even pause to think clearly. Surely Azula'd have it that way, before he can grow logical, sensible, moral doubts too quickly. She knows how to play him like a fiddle and he knows it, too; there are so many times in life where it's somehow natural and silent to fall in line with whatever Azula's doing. Usually when he falls like this... he's not doing well. But in this scenario, everything feels too good to worry about his own manipulation or morality. Azula's touch would feel electric no matter what, even if they were home, he imagines, but he can't quiet himself at the feel of the added warm surge of Chroma from her hands along his length as she frees it from his jeans. He sounds a bit breathless and a little... what's quite the word... scared? ]
Ah— A-Azula...
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Golden eyes scan his face, uncomfortable with how much her name on his lips thrilled her. The princess had always thought the best sound in the world was his yelling at her in anger, in fear, but now all she wanted was that noise again, full of lust and need and? something? she couldn't quite place but she wanted to hear it again and again until she was unable to escape it. Any disgust with their situation she might have had was lost now, blinded by the love he was willing to give her. Her hands are more forceful, one tugging his pants from his hips as the other strokes the length of his cock slowly, clearly hungry to touch and claim parts of him that were still hidden from her. ]
Undressing is a two person job, Zuko.
[ Her words are hot, ready for his hands to take her with similar ferocity, needing to be convinced he wanted her just as badly. ]
gter8uihfjlkwes the latest im the worst but ily ty im sorry /)_(\
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And then he makes that noise, her head dipping forward to take advantage, dragging toothy kisses over his throat. Azula finishes the work he'd done, yanking her shirt over her head before her hands return to finish wrestling him free of his pants. ]
I'm not not a delicate flower. [ She reminds him, hoping he'd get the hint. His pants are being flung somewhere over her shoulder now, her mouth returning to lay claim to his skin, knowing she might be leaving a mark for him to obsess over later. Azula exhales, swallowing, before she continues-- ] And I'm yours to have.
[ Let her hand dip back down to coax another moan from him, no hesitation in wrapping her fingers back around his erection to return to their soft stroke. ]
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Ah, Azula... You're my sister...
[ This far in, and now he points that out? With his hands full of her tits and her hands full of his cock, now is his moment of vague moral lucidity? She knows who she is, Zuko. He can't bring himself to outright object, so... stating a fact... as if it's up for debate... is about as close as he's getting to closing this door before it's thrust all the way open. ]
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Love me like this, big brother.
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He leans forward, wrapping his hands around her ribs to draw her closer, and kisses her hungrily with sudden urgency, breaking his intense, silent lingering look by slipping his tongue between her lips to wrestle hers. ]
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Now that he finally stops questioning it, pulling her closer and forcing his tongue into her mouth so they'd stop the silly back-and-forth like they'd actually quit after they'd finally had a taste. Her hand leaves his cock so she can curl fingers in his dark hair, competitive even in their sweet game of tongue hockey, groaning against his mouth in anticipation of what is to come.
With the largest amount of hesitance, her hands drift in between them so she can be equal in his nudity, hastily working herself out of her pants with desperation. There's no regret now that she can feel him thick and hard against her thigh, swallowing as she's suddenly too excited, letting Zuko's tongue gain the upper hand as he explores her mouth. ]