[ He wears his own idiotic smirk back, turned on by this reintroduction of their competitiveness every time it crops up, the heat and implied violence between them striking some sordid, nostalgic chord within him. It's Zuko who's the brat, and always has been in one way or another, pushing back against Azula's dominance, trying to prove himself somehow, challenging her to a fight he knows he'll lose. But finally, in this case, even if he loses, he wins. His cock is already hard as she grasps his wrists, feeling her thin fingers wrap around him in the wrong places, and quickly forms a tight bulge within his jeans. He wishes he could free himself, but... he's pinned to the door. She has control. That's how it's going. He likes this game, seemingly some continuation of the game they've always played, just... a more grown up turn, as they've grown up. ]
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[ He wears his own idiotic smirk back, turned on by this reintroduction of their competitiveness every time it crops up, the heat and implied violence between them striking some sordid, nostalgic chord within him. It's Zuko who's the brat, and always has been in one way or another, pushing back against Azula's dominance, trying to prove himself somehow, challenging her to a fight he knows he'll lose. But finally, in this case, even if he loses, he wins. His cock is already hard as she grasps his wrists, feeling her thin fingers wrap around him in the wrong places, and quickly forms a tight bulge within his jeans. He wishes he could free himself, but... he's pinned to the door. She has control. That's how it's going. He likes this game, seemingly some continuation of the game they've always played, just... a more grown up turn, as they've grown up. ]