God his mouth is warm...!

I watch his head move slowly between my legs, his motions
still hesitant but filled with determination. It's obvious
he's never had to do this before... But he's really not half
bad, all considering. It's his heat that really gets to me.

His mouth is burning my flesh, his rolling tongue feels like
the caress of a flame... Or at least how I imagine fire must
feel to him when he's in control of it. My own hand lifts and
idly brushes back his shaggy dark bangs, touching the scar
that lies beneath.

He flinches and draws back, leaving me cold and shivering in
the early morning air, all but saluting the coming dawn. He's
panting low, matching my own breaths and pinning me with those
eyes that are as bright as molten gold. He didn't like me
touching him there... it pained him, even if it is only residual.

I think I'm smiling lightly, tipping my head to the side and
taking a long look at him. I think I'm making him nervous...
He's loosing his nerve.

"Don't think about it..."

I keep my voice low, offer my hand in hopes of drawing him closer
again. I want his mouth back on me... I want that heat.

He turns his head away, and I can tell he's having one of those
inner battles with himself. If he thinks too hard on his actions,
I have no doubt he'll walk away from this. Sighing low, I stand
from his bed and step the short distance separating us on the dark
stone floor, my hand once more reaching out and slipping through
his hair, gripping the strands just enough to turn his head back
around.

His eyes are on mine once more, staring up at me as he remains
on his knees.

Damn, he has no idea what he looks like right now.

A kneeling Prince, golden eyes full of an uncertainty and a lack of self
confidence he can't seem to overcome. I can see why Aang pities
him even after all we've been through. Despite his flaws... Zuko
has lost just as much of himself to this war as we have.

He wants so badly just to be accepted. He pines to belong...

I smile again, understanding why he approached me. Why he brought me to
his bed tonight. Why, despite his title and all his pride, HE is the
one kneeling.

"...Come on... Don't stop yet."

My fingers caress his scalp slowly, and it seems to give him a chill
in his very core. He closes his eyes, taking in a low, deep breath
before tipping his head up once again, his lips parting just enough
to offer a silent invitation.

I feel my muscles flex and tighten, even my cock seeming to draw more
rigid. Keeping my hand on his head, I shift myself close enough to rest
against the warm cushion of those lips, sighing with pleasure as his head
slides forward to draw me into that hot embrace once more.

Damn is he eager to please...

He could still use some instruction, but that can wait...

The dawn light is breaking through the window cut out of
the stone, the sun having risen enough to shine down into
the canyon that keeps the air temple so well hidden.

Zuko inhales deeply through his nose as the warm, pale light
plays over one side of his body, it's very touch seeming to
invigorate him; give him renewed strength. His lighter skin
almost appears to bronze and glow from within.

He's burning now.

So hot, I feel as though I may begin to melt... As though his
fire is spreading across my skin, lighting up my nerves, boiling
in my veins and reducing my bones to mere ash. I have to lean on
his shoulders with both hands for support now. My legs won't hold
me; they're trembling so hard!

My fingers curl into the toned muscle of his shoulders, my own hips
rolling to meet his mouth as he picks up the pace, confidence now
boosted.

I admit I'm a bit embarrassed by the noise that escapes me... it's
strangled and weak... A sound of helplessness to his merciless
mouth wrapped around me, drawing on the fluid that rushes out
to meet his stroking tongue.

He draws back again and turns his head. I think I hear him spit,
but I'm too woozy to pay much attention to it. My legs refuse to
hold me any longer and I sink to cold floor on my knees; shivering
from more then just the icy bite of stone below me.

He's watching me. I can feel the intense burn of those eyes. I glance
upward and catch the hint of a smug smile before it vanishes and he
looks away, his gaze now focused out the window. He's proud of himself,
but the red hue tinting his cheeks is rather obvious. I grin slowly and
shift forward, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a rough,
and appreciative kiss. He stiffens against me, tense and surprised... but
that's not the only reaction I feel in him.

"...I wonder how hot you can really get..."

My voice is shallow, raw... but I can see his lips part and eyes dilate
just enough to know I've sparked at least his body's interest. Before he
can answer, I push him back on the floor and work on his pants. I'll teach
him a few things myself. My name forms on his lips, but my own mouth is
already on him, drawing him deep... And in the dawn light, he burns for me alone.