By the Fire
Chapter 2
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Zuko swallowed visibly but his struggles against the older man had stopped, even though he still felt strange about all of this. His penis was so hard, and it trembled slightly as he felt the fingers trail along the base of it. He had no idea how to deal with the problem, and usually by concentrating, he could make it go away by itself. He had always been instructed that it was best to not touch cuts, sores, or other wounds, or they would not heal. So, he would not touch his erection. And his hardness had always gone away, but then it would always return. He had been too embarrassed to touch himself at these moments even just to explore it and try to figure out what was wrong, fearing that it might make his condition worse.
The fingers gently trailing along his groin felt heavenly. He was curious as to why he got hard, or why this felt so divine. He had handled his private parts whenever he relieved or washed himself, but he had never stroked or touched his penis like this.
"T... tell me, uncle…" Zuko said softly, starting to wiggle around a bit. Even though his uncle meant no harm, he had always been taught that his privates were, well… private, and that no one else should touch them, especially another man. He knew that his sire looked down at homosexual relationships with disdain, and even though he barely knew what homosexual was, he knew that in his father's eyes, two men together were bad. He thought that girls were pretty, but he did not see what was so awful about two men choosing to be together and be friends.
His thoughts quickly turned back to the present as Iroh gently pressed the underside of his erection, at the base, which proved to be a most pleasurable sensation.
"You are aroused." Iroh explained calmly as he grasped the youth's passion, stroking it carefully with the pads of his fingers, "That normally happens when certain thoughts excite you in an erotic manner. There are several ways to make it go away, ignoring it..." He was now letting his hand trail between Zuko's legs to the soft sac of flesh there, "Willing it away…" A glance at the youth proved his administrations were having quite the affect. "Or bringing yourself to climax."
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Iroh, still smiling slightly, leaned down and gave an affectionate kiss to his nephew on his forehead. He ran a hand along Zuko's side, caressing his soft flesh gently. The older Firebender almost dared not believe this was real, his nephew was so receptive to his affections as he was, but the touch and heat from the smaller youth were more than enough to prove it was no dream.
"You seem a bit exhausted, do you need to rest?" Iroh asked, his hand still sliding up and down Zuko's side and rubbing his tummy gently.
"Yes, please." Zuko murmured softly. The touches were so gentle, they reminded him of his own mother and how she would lull him to sleep. His eyes became smaller, and his head lolled back on the pillow as he looked up at the older man. He liked this touching, he was starved for love and affection ever since his mother had disappeared.
His smaller hand reached up to touch the larger one that was caressing his tum, as if to make sure that it really was there.
If possible, Iroh's expression softened even more at the youth, looking at the hand on his own. He felt his heart swell with adoration and love for Zuko, and he lay down next to the youth. He kept his touch loving, and slowly he moved to pet at the dark strands of hair that framed the boy's face after having escaped the ponytail they were in. This was most effective at lulling Zuko back into sleep, the young prince was nearly purring with the affection being showered upon him.
Zuko barely noticed when the older man carefully tied his robe closed, and tucked the blanket under his chin to keep him warm. He could now relieve his own aching arousal, and he moved from the bed, moving silently.
He sat down in the soft and plush chair, opening up his own robe, his manhood rising proudly from between his legs. A myriad of images rushed through his own head – the different sexual encounters he had with his own wife, who he loved and missed, and other women he had had, and the few men that he shared his body with. There were so many things he had done, pleasures he had explored with his partners. How nice it would be to be young all over again and relive these experiences. He smiled a little and slowly started to stroke himself, thinking of particularly titillating sexual encounters he had, and after a while, without him noticing, the Prince slowly came out of his sleep.
Zuko stared at his uncle with half-lidded eyes, not saying one single word. He blushed a little as he noticed his uncle's engorged member. His own was so small compared to the fierce-looking manhood that the other man was handling at the moment.
Iroh ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of his need, stroking himself to the pleasurable memories he had. Slowly he let his eyes flutter open, the feeling he was being watched too strong to ignore. He locked gazes with Zuko, and felt himself blush.