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Iroh loved cuddling. He'd never admit it to anyone but Bo, of course. The younger teen lay on his chest right now. A limp hand wrapped in Iroh's. Bolin had come home from practice completely exhausted. He'd barely made it to the couch where Iroh sat reading a book and when he did manage to stumble over he had fallen onto his boyfriend and fallen asleep.

His hair was a complete mess now. Bolin was cursed with horrible bed head. Well, not completely horrible, mused Iroh. It made him look younger and cute. Iroh nuzzled Bo's head, burying his nose in the fluffy, brown hair. He smiled.

He loved Bolin. He loved his silliness. He loved his laugh. He loved his bright green eyes. He loved that he could make him smile. Bolin saw right through his tough general attitude. He saw the real Iroh.

He was broken out of his musing by Bolin's sudden shifting. His green eyes gazed up at him, hooded in their drowsiness, and he smiled sleepily. Iroh smiled back and gave him a kiss on the nose, murmuring, "Go back to sleep Bo." Bolin nodded and settled back into his muscular chest, pushing his head to set under the general's throat. Iroh laid his head on his boyfriend's and closed his eyes.

That's where Korra and Mako found them later. Still asleep.

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