a/n: this was once a fluffy first-time story, but it ran away from me. obvious nsfw warning and underage sex.
"Stop laughing," Jet snarls as he reaches towards Zuko's belt, shakily untying the rough sash. "It's not like you've been with a man, either."
He can't help smirking. Jet's boasted about his myriad of female conquests- including Katara, much to his disbelief, and that mental image is not a pleasant one- yet it's becoming painfully obvious he has no idea what to do. Zuko isn't any better, but watching arrogant, skilled Jet freeze at the sight of a cock is a memory he'd love to preserve.
Zuko kisses Jet to try and loosen him up, and all he can think is that he is so different from Mai. Then again, Mai had been twelve the last time he saw her shuddering under his fingertips, and he needs to stop thinking because he's fucking Jet, for Agni's sake. He doesn't want to wreck the last relic of his childhood by associating her with this.
He's lost weight since his wanted posters came out, once toned muscles shriveling into themselves from lack of food and exercise- Jet traces his sharp collarbone, his hollow ribcage, an anatomy of hunger. Zuko disengages from the kiss and moves to reciprocate the light touch with his mouth, swirling a flat nipple until it hardens beneath his tongue. Jet moans but abruptly pulls away, shaking his head. "I said I'd get you off first," he protests.
"Then do it," Zuko says, gesturing downwards and leaning back on his elbows. "Look- no teeth."
Jet sneers, but he's still hesitant and slow as he ghosts his palm over Zuko's shaft, and he has no idea how maddening he's being, does he? "Go faster," Zuko urges, arching into the faint touch.
"Like this?" Jet asks, pumping more quickly now. Zuko nods and peers at him through his lashes, tries to drown himself in the heat pooling around his groin- it's so easy to forget like this, animal hind-brain luxuriating in every ragged breath, every contracting muscle. He comes without warning, lips tightly clenched to keep from bending inadvertently as he rides out the blinding pleasure, and for a moment the world fades into pinpricks of color behind his eyelids. When it's finished and there's just a dull stirring left in the pit of his stomach, he opens his eyes again.
Jet's pupils are dilated, his other hand grasping at his own arousal. "Li," he starts, and Zuko suddenly feels filthy. He just had sex with someone who doesn't even know his real name. He just had sex with someone who might kill him if he learns it.
Zuko gets on his knees- a prince about to suck a peasant's cock- and shoves the waistband of Jet's thin pants down before he has to say anything else.