Zuko had been thirteen the first time he laid with a woman. Ozai had hired her to teach the crowned prince a few lessons. It was a few months before the banishment… close enough to the incident to leave a distasteful feeling in Zuko's mouth. He came to the conclusion that even if he hadn't been banished, that first time with a woman still wouldn't be a pleasant memory.
There had been no talking, just Zuko's small moans, letting him know where his sensitive spots were. He came out of it red faced and head down, in fact, his head stayed down for the rest of the week. Iroh didn't question him, Azula mocked him, and Ozai told him to be a man about it. He wished his mother had still been there.
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The present night was warm, fireflies danced around the lights hanging from Song's porch. He walked along the narrow expanse of the porch and passed Song's room on the way to his. Just as he was about to enter his room, Song poked her head out, "Lee?"
Zuko turned around and nodded in acknowledgment.
Song, a girl who was forward enough, stepped out of her room and blushed, "Can I join you tonight?" She asked in barely a whisper.
He knew there was no future here, and he knew he would never see her again. But he still opened his door to her. He still let her in.
The kisses were tender and foreign. A caring touch that Zuko had never felt in this intimate setting. Her fingers traced his bare skin, her mouth lightly moved against his lips. When he thrust into her, he knew he had to leave as soon as he could.
