Katara grinned wickedly to Zuko. They had finally made it out of hotel room and were now sitting in the hotel's restaurant. The wait or had taken their drink order without a problem. But with Katara's hand skidding farther up Zuko's thigh, he didn't know how easy it would be to last this meal.

Zuko caught Katara's wrist and pushed it back down to his knee. He looked over the menu. He was starving. Steak sounded good but then again there was that chicken… Katara's hand had slid out of his and was now fingering the fly of his jeans. Zuko's hips automatically jumped up into her fingers. He groaned and pulled up the menu to his face. "Kat…"

Katara just bit her lip and rubbed her fingertips across the length of him through the jeans. "Yeah, Zuzu?"

Zuko shuttered, "Babe, you can't be…"

Katara tilted her head and pulled her glass of water to towards. She took a sip from the black straw. Her tongue playing with it as she finished her drink.

Zuko looked back to the menu. His pants becoming very tight. He could resist her. He could eat a meal. Katara's fingers slipped down the zipper on his jeans. She dropped the cloth napkin over his lap just right.

"What can I get you today?" The waiter came back and flipped open a little book.

Katara finally flicked the button of his jeans open and she looked over to him with a doe eyed expression. "I was thinking the chicken salad but I don't know… Zuko what are you going to get?"

Zuko felt himself flush red as the waiter turned his attention on him. Katara had hooked her fingers inside of his boxers and had them down slightly. He felt cold air hit his warming lap. He looked down just in time to see the napkin start to fall away. He quickly grabbed it and shoved it over him and Katara's hand. "You can get whatever you want. I'll take t-the," Zuko clenched his teeth as bare fingers found his bare tip. "The steak is fine." He growled and pushed the menu to the waiter to get him to walk away faster.

The waiter nodded and took the menu. "And how would you like that cooked, sir?"

He could feel Katara smirk. Her hand had finally wrapped around him. Her thumb running down the pulsing vein. "Medium."

"Very well, sir." He wrote quickly before looking back to Zuko. "And your two sides?"

Katara squeezed her fingers around his base. The feeling of getting of stopped abruptly. It almost made it worse. Then she pumped him. Twice. Fast and tight.

Zuko almost came right there. But he clenched his fists and growled out at the waiter. "Whatever, fucking surprise me."

The waiter's eyebrows rose in shock. Zuko mumbled an apology. But the waiter nodded and turned to Katara. "The chicken salad for you?"

Katara smiled sweetly and kept an easy steady pace around Zuko's cock. "Oh yes." The waiter bowed and quickly walked away. Zuko rocked his hips up and into Katara's hand. "That was fun." Katara removed her hand.

Zuko growled. He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand back to him. Still very much hard and twitching. "Katara… don't play me like that. Finish this."

Katara giggled and wrapped her hand back around him. She leaned into him super close and switched hands only cause the napkin to pull back a split second. The cool air making him shiver. She pumped him with easy. Making sure to add a slight twist to her hand. "Zuko…"

Zuko swallowed. He did not like the sound of that voice. He kept his face straight forward and refused to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

"You gonna come soon?" Katara whispered. Her chin rested on his shoulders. From the outside she looked like a doting girlfriend. But Zuko knew she was probably the most devilish one out there. "Zuko, babe, you going to come in front of all these people?"

Zuko groaned and leaned back a little farther. Katara's hand doing wonders. Plus the little talking was pushing him too.

"Mmm." Katara's thumb rubbed at the slit of the head. She spread the wetness around the head of him before returning back to the slit. "I wonder if anyone would notice if I crawled under the table… the table clothes are long enough here…" Katara kissed his jaw. Her hand sliding around him with practiced ease.

Zuko pushed his hips up again to cause a faster friction. Katara caught the hint and slid her hand up and down at a quick pace.

"Hmm… I wonder what a would happen if I did succeed? I would enjoy myself… my lips around your leaking cock. Fuck. Zuko." Katara closed her eyes and hummed in his ear. He could hear the want in her voice. She was just as turned on to this as he was. "Would you let me?"

Zuko closed his eyes trying to not make any faces to give away how close he was. But there was this blinding white he was starting to see.

"Would you let me, lick and suck you off while you ate? Let me give you pleasure, while you sat here and did something as simple as eating. Would you pat my head when you got close? Or would you let me swallow you..."

Zuko saw white and only white. A gasp filled the air around him. A wet stickiness spread across his lower half.

Katara whined slightly but pulled her hand back. There was strings of whiteness wrapped around her fingers. She stuck each in her mouth and smiled at him. "I guess this will have to do." She winked as she cleaned off her pinky finger.

Zuko looked at her with glazed over eyes. "Kat."

Katara giggled. "Yeah?" Katara took the cloth napkin and wiped him down. "Gosh, Zuzu. Was it that good?"

"Shut up." Zuko mumbled and closed his eyes.

Katara leaned over and kissed him. "Look our food is here." Katara chuckled when Zuko groaned.


Guys I'm really sorry if this is confusing at all. I wrote this in like 30 minutes...

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