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.....yes

But what if he sees???? :p

i'll hold my phone close so he can't..
im expecting it this time!!

Your friend isn't going to notice your face pressed up close to the screen when you should be having a bonding movie moment?

fine dont send it
:(

[ Oh, Zuko. The thought of her having all his attention even from afar is a treat, she wasn't going to tease him with another and then not provide. She's a bit of a perfectionist (surprise?), so it takes a longer moment than he'd probably like to actually receive anything as she flips through each selfie and deletes it every time she finds a flaw. Finally she lies flat on her stomach, able to get all of herself in frame with a simple twist of her legs so he can get a view of full breasts and the curve of her ass. ]

[ Breathtaking. And after her meticulous moment to find the best angle, the porn he and Taichi are watching has come to its climax in the background. It probably looks like Zuko's all flustered over these men groaning and screaming about filling the guy's ass up with cum and all that — and he is a bit flustered by that, it's true... It's far more uncouth than Zuko's ever spoken, himself... But the photo is what actually draws the blood to his face. And elsewhere. ]

youre perfect

I really want you here.

i really want you

Nothing is stopping you, ditch your friend and take me! 😡

you have to wait..
i'll make up for it when i get home

the guys in the movie both just came anyway i think its almost over

Zuko?

What

yeah......i'll explain later........

[ He told her the name of the movie. Not his problem she didn't Google it. He's gotta return to his friend and their pornography now, thanks. ]

Wrap it up quickly and just get here or I'll put all my clothes back on.

ha dont you dare

[ He can't hide a smile as he puts his phone away for good, turning his attention back to his friend in need. But Azula's clearly the real friend in need here, and it's contagious now. He'd told himself he wasn't gonna get turned on by watching that porn with Taichi, but... that's not how porn works... Even cheesy medieval-themed gay porn with inconsistent but copious use of body oil on melodramatic musclebound bad actors. He's a sixteen-year-old boy and has a flirty sister sending him unsolicited but beautiful nudes, begging for him. He doesn't have that much self-control...! Flirting with Azula is fun when they both catch the right mood together and he's eager to be home once he finally leaves Taichi's. He's home within a half hour from his last text to her, and can't take his shoes off at the door fast enough before he beelines for the bedroom. The dragons are curled up asleep together on the top of the space heater beneath the window in the living area, which Zuko's always endeared to see, grinning at the sight of them as he passes by, but he's quick to shut them out.

When he enters the bedroom, he leans against the closed door behind him at first, just standing there silently staring at Azula with a wide, coy smirk and obvious bedroom eyes, taking in the view. Doesn't matter if she ended up putting her robe back on or not in the time that'd passed; she's so beautiful regardless. They'll both be undressed within a matter of seconds anyway, he feels, heart already beating a little faster just to see her lounging in their bed alone. He says nothing. Just stands against the door and shoots her this weird, goofy, lovestruck smile. ]

[ These moments are her favorite, not actually as bothered by his lack of presence as she made it seem in her texts. There was no drama, not currently, no underlying tension to ruin their fun, the waiting adding to their game, forcing them to stew apart in heated anticipation.

When he arrives, she almost laughs at how she hears him quickly move across their living room to her, sliding across their bed so she can meet him at their bedroom door. His gaze makes her blush, thankful for the dim light in the room to hide it, almost regretting she'd put her robe back on. Its tied loosely at her waist, giving him glimpses of every part of her as she closes the distance between them, hands grasping his wrists to pin them at his sides against the door behind him. ]

Why are you looking at me like that? You should be shaking in fear for what I am going to do to you.

[ How scary can she really be when she's grinning like an idiot right back at him? ]

Try.

[ 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. ]

[ It's hard to resist kissing him so she doesn't, pushing herself on her toes just enough to drag her mouth across his throat, leaving hot kisses behind. Honestly, if he'd cut off their potentially too-rough game right now and bathed her in soft kisses and sweeter caresses she'd give into him, always too aware of how soft she was for him in these moments when his goofy face makes her knees weak and her voice quiver for just barely a second.

But she's glad he doesn't, nails digging into his wrists much harder than intended as she yanks him across the room, worked up from their back and forth via text she didn't think she'd appreciate as much as she did. Maybe it was the threat of being caught, although it would take her another ballsy minute to ever do it again despite the thrill, just as concerned as he was with being seen and misunderstood, but for now she was satisfied they came out unscathed and needier for it. A mutual desperation, love, want for each other she always couldn't wait to satiate.

Once he's on the bed (where he belongs), her hands are quick to leave his wrists so she can get him out of his dumb pants. ]

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let's turn this into an action loggg....? /wiggles eyebrows

pLEASE

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