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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Beth_Greene
  Character:
      Daryl_Dixon, Beth_Greene
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-20 Words: 2751
****** First Time for Everything ******
by m7storyteller
Summary
     Spoilers for 3.13 Arrow on the Doorpost and so on... It is tagged as
     underage because on the show, Beth is 17..because there's that.
     Written for the twd-kinkmeme.
Notes
     Written for the twd-kinkmeme with this prompt: Daryl/Beth - They're
     both just so beautiful I want them to have sexytimes. Whatever anyone
     can write on this is great. :)
He hears her before he sees her, as she climbs the ladder to his perch, the top
of her head appearing first, soon followed by the rest of her. He gives her a
look before turning back to the blade he was sharpening, "Your Daddy know
you're up here?"

"He's talking to Rick.", she answers, as she drops down onto the blanket beside
him, watching him work, "Can I help?"

He passes her a knife, watching as she starts sharpening the knife like he had
showed her to do a few months ago. They work in silence, but he knows, from the
way she's holding herself that there's something on her mind. After a few
minutes, she speaks, "Do you really think that we're going to be going to war?
With the Governor and everyone over there?"

"Yeah, I do.", he answers, looking at her out the corner of his eyes, "Why do
you ask?"

She shook her head, "Do you think we'll die? If Rick doesn't do what he wants?"

"Maybe.", he shrugs his shoulders, "Probably."

"Yeah.", she sighs, setting the knife and the sharpening block to the side, as
she looks up at the moon, before looking at him, "Daryl?"

"Hmm?", he's checking the point on the blade he was working on, probably not
the best thing to be doing when he hears the next words out of her mouth.

"I don't want to die a virgin.", he almost slices into his thumb, as he looks
at her, and she smiles at him, biting the bullet so to speak, "Will you be my
first?"

Of anything that could come out of her mouth, that was the last thing he
thought he'd hear from her. He took a minute, before looking at her again,
"What?"

"My first, my first time. My first l...my first.", she flushed, "This is so not
coming out like I hoped."

"Beth, sweetheart, you don't want to do that, not with me.", Daryl says,
shaking his head, "It should be with someone you know, someone you trust.
Someone your own age."

"You're going to tell me that?", she looked at him, unable to believe what she
was hearing, "You're actually telling me that? With someone my own age?"

She shook her head, "I wouldn't be out here, asking you to be my first if I
didn't trust you. That's why I'm here, I do trust you, Daryl. I trust you with
my life every day and night, so why wouldn't I trust you with this?"

"That's not the point.", he begins, "So you don't want to die a virgin, fine.
What do you do if you live through this and then find someone you want to be
with? What then?"

"I don't know!", she cried, the tears that had been building falling, "I don't
know because I don't know if we're going to live or not, I don't know if I'll
find someone I want to be with. All I know is that right now, I want to be with
you. I want my first time to be with you, not anyone else, All we have is right
now. We aren't promised tomorrow, Daryl, you and I know it, so what's so bad
about now?"

They're both quiet, until she stands up, brushing her hands over the back of
her jeans, "I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll see you in the morning."

He grabs her wrist as she moves past him, holding her still, his eyes looking
at her as she stands there, the moon shining on her face. He can see the tears
that streak her face, the trembling in her bottom lip, the rejection in her
eyes. She tries unsuccessfully to get him to let her go, wanting nothing more
than to runaway and hide like the pathetic girl she is and always will be. Its
then that she feels his hand, or rather his thumb rubbing over the pulse point
in her wrist, in slow, gentle circles.

Daryl gives her wrist a gentle tug, pulling her back down, only this time in
his lap. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him, and he sighs, bringing his
hands up to tangle in her loose hair, "I'm too old for you."

She gives him a look he had seen her sister give Glenn many times, something
only those Greene girls can do, telling him that he's stupid. He smirks a
little, as he tugs on a lock of pale blonde hair, "I'm uglier."

When he gets another look from her, his lips quirk a little, "Smellier."

She wrinkles her nose a little, before nodding her head, smiling at him as he
grumbles, "What in the hell am I going to do with you?"

Beth raises an eyebrow at him, as she slowly moves her hips over him in a way
she shouldn't, making him groan, "Don't be doing that, sweetheart, it'll be
over before it's even started."

Before he knows what he's doing, he cups her face in his hands, rubbing his
thumb over her cheeks, swiping away any remaining tears as he leans in and
kisses her, long an deep. She whimpers softly, as he kisses her top lip, then
her bottom lip, licking into her mouth with his tongue. He tightens his hold in
her hair, holding her head still as he loves her mouth with his, giving her a
preview of what's to come.

Kissing a path down the side of her neck, Daryl can feel the slight shiver that
races through her body as he gently nips at the spot where her neck and
shoulder meet. Smiling against her skin, he gently bites her, before smoothing
it over with his tongue, as he brings his hands down to the front of her shirt.

Beth's breathing quickens when his fingers brush over her breasts as he
unbuttons her shirt, before slipping it off her shoulders and down, setting it
off to the side of the blanket. She shivers when she feels the light breeze
brush over her heated skin, along with the press of his lips above the curve of
her breast. He can feel her heartbeat against his lips, as he trails kisses
along her skin, before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. With his
thumbs, he lowers the straps over her shoulders, down her arms until it's
between them in her lap. With a flick of his hand, it lands on top of her
shirt, his eyes not leaving her body.

Suddenly shy, Beth moves to cover herself when he takes her hands in his,
lifting them up over her head as he shifts them around so that she's on her
back underneath him, and he's straddling her waist, her arms lying up above
head. She watches him as he sits up, and tugs his shirt up over his head,
throwing it near her shirt and bra, before he kisses her again, catching her
moan when her nipples brush against his chest. He looks down to find her pretty
little breasts pressed tight against his chest, her nipples tight little peaks
against his skin. She's so soft, he thinks as he rubs against her, making her
moan again.

"You like that, sweetheart?", he asks, looking down at her face, as she nods
her head. He smiles, "How about this?"

He watches her eyes fly open as he cups one of her breasts in his hand, gently
squeezing her, his thumb circling around her nipple. He looks at her breast to
watch as her pretty pink nipple hardens, flushing a darker shade of pink, even
though he has yet to touch it. She gasps when he brushes the rough pad of his
thumb over the tight peak, before giving it a gentle tug with his thumb and
forefinger. Releasing her nipple, he lowers his head down, and slowly licks
around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He smiles against her breast when
she moans as he slides the flat of his tongue directly onto her nipple. If
anything her nipple grows tighter as he presses his tongue onto to, feeling it
swell, before taking it between his lips and sucking on it, hard.

Beth whined, grabbing at the back of his head to hold him there, as he nipped,
licked and sucked on her before letting her go. She made a brief sound of
protest before realizing what he was going to do as he began to do it all over
again only this time with her other nipple, closing her eyes as her head fell
back, giving into the sensations he was creating inside of her. The sounds she
made, only made him want her more and more. Daryl kissed both of her rosy, wet
nipples before kissing a path down her belly as his hands worked on her belt
and blue jeans. He slipped his hands underneath her, cupping her bottom in his
hands, before sliding her panties and her jeans down. She lifted up to help
him, giggling a little when he kissed her thigh while taking off her boots and
socks. He stripped her panties and jeans down and dropping them onto her shirt
and bra, before moving onto his knees between her legs.

"Daryl?", he could hear the nerves in the way she said his name, as she laid
completely naked in front of him.

"Relax, sweetheart, just want a taste.", he murmurs lowering down onto his
belly, lifting her legs up over his shoulders. Her thighs are warm against his
ears, as he turns his head and kisses the inside of one, then the other before
bringing his hands up to open her with his fingers. Her hips jerk, as he trails
a finger down over her, brushing his thumb over her clit, before nuzzling his
face in against her damp heat. Daryl touched the tip of his tongue to clit,
feeling it quiver as he touched it, licking and swirling his tongue around it
before taking it between his lips and sucking. Beth kicked a leg out as he
sucked on her, one hand coming up to hold her down so she wouldn't hurt herself
or worse, him.

She smelled and tasted sweet, as Daryl sucked on her, flicking her clit with
the tip of his tongue. He brushed his tongue over her, as he licked his way
downward to where she was wet with want and need. He groaned a little when he
saw her wetness, and dipped in for a taste, earning a shocked cry from Beth as
he slowly slipped his tongue inside of her, stroking her with it, fucking her
with it. She bucked up against his face, pressing up against him, as her
fingers dug into the blanket. He tucked his hands under her bottom, holding her
to his face as he licked, sucked and stroked her until he heard the soft cry
followed by a gush of wetness against his tongue as she came, babbling his name
as she shuddered from the force of it.

Daryl's mouth and scruff was wet when he sat back of his knees, unbuckling his
belt and unzipping his jeans. He's looking at her when he hears her gasp of
surprise. He follows the direction of her wide blue eyes to where they're
focused on his cock. It doesn't take much for him to realize that his is the
first she's ever really seen up close and personal, something he can't help but
smirk about. Beth looked from his cock to him, reaching out to touch him,
making his eyes cross, "Will it fit?"

"Yes.", he hissed, as she gently wrapped her hand around him, stroking him.
He's torn, between letting her explore and stopping her, knowing that if she
keeps touching him, he'll be done. Carefully, he moved her hand away from his
cock, lying it down on the blanket beside her hips, "Don't move."

Not taking his eyes off her, Daryl reached into the back pocket of his jeans
for the condom he had put there having snatched it out of Judith's hand earlier
in the day before she could eat it. Maybe it was the world's way of telling him
this was going to be happening, he thinks for a minute before shaking his head
to clear the thought out of his mind as he opens the condom and rolls it down
over his cock. He hates that he can't be bare inside of her, being her first,
but the last thing he wants to do is get her pregnant, especially in the world
they're living in. Maybe one day, he thinks as he moves over her, one day he
can have her that way.

Stretching out over her, he cupped her face with one hand, holding himself
above her with the other, so they're looking at one another, "You still want
this?"

She looks up at him, feeling him against her, his cock hard and thick against
where she was soft and wet, "Please?"

"You don't have to ask.", he kissed her and the noise she makes as she tastes
herself shoots all the way down to his cock, as she licks into his mouth,
tangling her tongue around his. His follows hers back into her mouth as he
grinds down against her, his chest against her breasts, her belly against his,
his cock hard against her pussy. She moans into his mouth when she feels his
fingers against her, only to gasp when she realizes that is not his finger when
she feels the wide tip of his cock pressing in against her, seeking entry.

Between her legs, Daryl can feel how wet she is as presses the tip of his cock
against her opening, looking down between their bodies to watch as her soft wet
folds open to let him inside. He looks back up at her face as he slowly pushes
in, inch by slow inch, groaning softly as her wetness eases his way in. And
soon he feels it against him, reminding him that he's her first and that until
now, no one else has ever been inside of her, as he presses forward, swallowing
her sharp cry with his mouth as he breaks through. She's so fucking tight
around him, her body fluttering and squeezing him as it adjusts to having him
inside. She whimpers, as he struggles to hold still, waiting for her to let him
know when she's ready to move.

And then she does, wiggling underneath him as she lifts her mouth to his,
kissing him, lifting her hips up against his, "Please, Daryl?"

He kisses her like he had done earlier, long and deep as he begins to move,
rocking in and out of her with deep thrusts. Pulling out so that only the tip
of his cock was almost completely out of her, before thrusting all the way back
in. She welcomes each thrust, thrilling in it as she moves to meet each one.
Every little noise she makes, every little whimper, whisper and moan is for him
and him alone, as he moves up and over her, sliding his body against hers. He
slips a hand under her right knee, bringing it up around his waist before doing
the same to the left, allowing himself to go even deeper inside of Beth if it
was possible. The change in his thrusts make her shiver, as she pushes up
against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, dragging her tight nipples
across his skin. She lifts her hips up, to take more of him, tossing her head
side to side when he licks a finger and slips it down between her legs, teasing
her sensitive clit, making her clench around him tight.

He can feel it coming from down in his toes, as it races through his body, his
cock surging forward inside of her as he sets his hands on her hips, and slams
into her, hitting that one spot inside of her, making her cry out with pleasure
as he fucks into her, until she's coming, sobbing his name as he let's himself
go, burying his face into the tangle of blonde hair, her name on his lips.

"I love you.", she whispers softly in his ear, rubbing her hands over his sweat
soaked back, as they laid under the blanket.

He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her,
before speaking, "I know."
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          Che riesci a render la fatica
                              Un immenso piacere
  To you who turned my life into something so beautiful to die for/ who turns
                         fatigue into immense pleasure
***** First Morning *****
Chapter Notes
     This was really old and long finished - but in a desperate craving
     for Rosquez I am trying to resist the temptation to start yet another
     fic and decided to add a bit to this instead.
This is not my room. Marc wakes up feeling confused, eyes blinking against the
light of the sun rising through the windows and slowly realizing that not only
is this the wrong room, there’s also someone next to him, someone who has
draped a possessive arm around his chest, an arm that most definitely is not a
girl’s limb. For an instant, he is truly horrified, until the memories of the
night before slowly creep back into his head and an image of his hero gets
stuck in his mind, the greatest rider ever staring at him with eyes full of
desire. Marc doesn’t know whether he feels hot or cold, but he certainly feels
nervous enough to have a heart attack right here on the spot, breath hitching
and stomach twisting uncomfortably, suddenly paralyzed and not wanting to move
at all out of fear to wake the older man. You probably didn’t want me to stay
all night, did you? Shit. I should probably be gone already. Marc feels his
cheeks heat up, a bit of anger at himself creeping into his system, realizing
that he probably fell for a pattern that Vale has used on countless riders
before him.
It’s when he feels the other man stir next to him that Marc falls into a
complete state of shock, squeezing his eyes shot, heart thundering and blood
rushing in his head, no coherent thoughts left. This is so awkward. And I kind
of really want to stay here because you smell so good and wow, you felt good
last night and I know you’ll politely kick me out now and you meant no harm,
but it hurts, you know? Because I’m afraid I kind of care. The arm that rested
on his chest is removed slowly and the mattress shifts. Marc still doesn’t dare
to look up but he feels fingertips tracing his jaw, making him inhale sharply.
Valentino’s brain is flooded with last night’s memories, the images of a young
rider unraveling under him, squirming under his touch resurfacing, making
warmth spread in his lap again. He props himself up on an elbow, finger’s
tracing lines on the younger man’s chest, smiling weakly at the mortified face
with the tightly shut eyes. I’m sorry I corrupted you, I’m sure you’re
regretting everything pretty badly right now. It felt so right yesterday, but
then you’re really just way too young. I wish you weren’t so perfect.With a
sigh, Vale lets go of the other and clears his throat.
”I don’t-“ Vale coughs again, voice about to fail him. “I guess you’d rather
leave? I mean… I understand. It’s okay if-“ And the rest of the words gets
stuck.
The young rider sits up wordlessly, head hanging and turning a toned back at
him, a few marks from Vale’s nails visible on the smooth skin. Inside of the
Italian, everything seems to flip and turn and clench uncomfortably. It’s
unbearable to see the other go, especially in such a state and Vale feels his
own nerves fail him, heart beating too fast and cold sweat covering his
forehead. Oh God, please don’t leave now. He sees Marc reach for his briefs on
the floor and the desperation inside the older man grows. He is rummaging his
brain for the right words now, trying to determine whether he is making a fool
out of himself or if there might be the tiniest chance that maybe, just maybe,
there’s a little bit of hope that Marc returns his feelings and did not just
visit for a night of fun. And there’s a memory flickering through his head, a
moment from last night flashing up where he had been so sure that there wasn’t
just the usual hero-admiration in Marc’s face but something more, deeper. And
when he sees the young Spaniard get up, getting ready to pick up his shirt,
Vale gathers all of his courage, convincing himself that trying is the least he
can do.
”You don’t have to-“ Valentino almost chokes on the words and dies from
nervousness when he sees Marc turn around now, expression somewhat tired but
also with a curiously raised eyebrow, arms hanging, holding the shirt, head
still ruffled. It’s breathtaking. But then, you’re always breathtaking and I
can’t believe that you’ve turned me into a helpless, stammering teeny boy all
over again. “You don’t have to leave. I mean,” Vale winces internally at his
own incoherence. “if you want to, maybe we could have breakfast? Room service?”
And he really prays for the ground to swallow him right here and now, before he
makes a further fool out of himself, until he realizes that Marc stopped
moving, looking shell-shocked now and Vale holds his breath while the smallest
smile twitches around Marc’s mouth.
”I would-“ It’s the younger man’s turn to cough now, “I love breakfast.”
                          Senza che tu mi dica niente
                              Tutto si fa chiaro
             Without you saying a thing, everything becomes clear.
End Notes
     All quotes from "A Te", sung by Jovanotti, written by Cherubini/
     Santarnecchi. Translated the Italian myself so I might have messed up
     a little. (If you know better, PLEASE let me know!)
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amount of heat. Jee hummed along with every soft, wet pull on
his sensitive flesh. He distracted himself from the urge to move his hips by
letting his fingers wander along the soft curve of Zuko's skull, around and up,
until they reached his hairline. The diamond's edges were as taut and severe as
ever; Jee had no idea how Zuko was managing to shave the back of his head that
precisely by himself. He let three fingers slide along the hair until they
converged against the base of the ponytail.
He wanted to hold on to it. Desperately so. Every single one of all the many
fantasies he'd ever entertained about Zuko doing this had involved grabbing the
ponytail, to guide him and make him move and hold him in place as Jee thrust
into...
A rasp of tongue over the top of his glans jolted him out of that little
reverie. He sighed and caressed the shell of Zuko's ear in apology. Perhaps the
brat would enjoy some hair-pulling; judging by how much he seemed to get off on
being handled roughly, he might even enjoy it quite a bit. Today was for
letting him explore and experiment at his own pace, though. At some happy point
in the future, there would surely be an occasion to introduce some more of
Jee's overactive imagination into this. Maybe even very soon. Zuko was an
amazingly quick study in some rather un-princely areas, and he loved nothing
more than to learn new things.
But today they'd keep it simple. The crown prince of the Fire Nation was going
to move his red lips up and down that cock until Jee came from it. That sounded
more than sufficient. There weren't many low-born grizzled old lieutenants in
the Navy who could say that that was a thing that had happened to them.
By now, Zuko was bobbing his head in a steady rhythm and with no hesitation at
all, and the excitement was clearly getting to him. He was moving his whole
upper body instead of just his head; every suck came at the end of a slow,
languid undulation of his spine. He didn't seem to be aware he was doing it.
The flutter of his tongue against the underside of Jee's cock was becoming more
of a slow waving motion that felt like one part intent and seven parts old,
hidden instinct.
The warmth that curled deep in Jee's chest had nothing and everything to do
with the pleasure singing through his muscles. He likes it. He likes it.
Jee began to exert some pressure on the back of Zuko's skull, on and off,
following the rocking movement of that lovely young body. Zuko moaned around
his mouthful, but he sounded happy and comfortable, so Jee tightened his grip
and pushed harder - not enough that Zuko wouldn't be able to pull away if he
really wanted to, but enough to take charge of how deep and how fast they were
going.
Zuko's eyes flicked up briefly, then closed again. He didn't look angry, just
dazed, and he was starting to pant a little. Jee hummed and petted his head,
his shoulder, the fingers still clutched firmly around the base of his cock.
"I'll take over some of the work now," he whispered. "You just stay like that,
don't move."
He began to move his hips with every bob of Zuko's head, meeting him halfway on
every suck. It took him a few strokes to make his muscles remember how far he
could push until he made Zuko's fingers hit his lips. Once he went too hard and
almost forced himself in deeper; the grip around his cock tightened to the
point of pain, and he made a soft noise of apology and kept his next few
thrusts shallow.
It took every ounce of his willpower to move gently, to rock his hips rather
than let go and outright fuck the brat prince's mouth. He went in so slick and
easy that he almost wondered if Zuko had taken a swallow of the oil they used
otherwise. Every instroke made tiny wet noises that Zuko had been able to
contain before, but was forced to release now that he wasn't fully in control
of the rhythm. A few more thrusts, and a bit of saliva began to bubble on the
edges of his stretched lips.
The groan that tore itself from Jee's mouth must have been a lot louder than
he'd intended, because Zuko opened his eyes and looked up.
"Good," Jee crooned. He held the lopsided gaze as he continued to push,
watching his cock move in and out, wet and glistening. He couldn't have looked
elsewhere if he'd been paid his weight in gold coins to do so. Zuko's unscarred
eye was wide and questioning and achingly, heartbreakingly beautiful.
"That's good," Jee repeated, fingers stroking shaky patterns through the sweat
on Zuko's temple. "Like that, just like that, good..."
Zuko's eyes turned glassy at the praise. He tilted his head and shifted his
fingers to let Jee in a bit deeper, and the soft whine he made in the back of
his throat sounded sweet and pleased.
By now, Jee wasn't touching the plating of the wall with any part of his body
except his shoulders, but he could feel it had heated up far past the
temperature that would cause horrible burns to any non-bender who touched it.
He took a few very deliberate breaths to cool down both himself and the metal.
If he accidentally warped parts of the intricate plumbing in the room, he
probably wouldn't be able to fix it himself. The next person to use the room
would notice and call the mechanics, and they had working brains. They'd
realize there were only a very limited number of reasons for any bender to lose
control like that in a shower room, and that could end badly.
He'd barely managed to lower the temperature of the wall to touchable when Zuko
ruined his efforts with a long, deliberate lick all the way from Jee's balls up
to the tip of his cock. When he got there, he took in a big gulp of air and
dove down again until his lips hit his fingers.
Jee hadn't meant to grip at the ponytail. It just happened. Zuko growled, and
even if there was a rather bubbly edge to the sound, Jee had no idea how was he
even managing to growl with his mouth that full.
He quickly let go and moved his hand to the side of Zuko's head again. Then he
added a hand on the other side, far enough back that he could cradle the skull
without touching the scar in any way.
"I'm going to move faster. If you can't keep up, just relax. Just hold open for
me." He kneaded the skin behind Zuko's ears with his thumbs. It was soaked with
sweat. "Trust me."
Jee moved his feet apart a bit more to give himself a steadier stance, then
went from swaying his hips to thrusting. His muscles sang at the sudden
freedom, even if he still had to be careful; he couldn't just slam in, not like
this. Not right now, but maybe some other time if you make him like it.
Zuko seemed to like it just fine. He made a few aborted attempts to follow
along, but either the rhythm was too fast or his neck muscles were getting
tired, because he seemed to give up and just let his head rest on Jee's strong
hands. His own free hand shifted, releasing its death grip on Jee's thigh in
favor of taking a death grip on his left buttock.
The sudden proximity of hot fingertips to some very delicate skin was extremely
distracting, even more so than the realization that he could feel his own
thrusts reverberating all the way to Zuko's fingers.
There didn't seem to be room for a single thought in his head anymore, or at
least none that wasn't about how his cock and his balls were throbbing like all
the fire and blood he had in his whole body was in there now and wanted out. If
this kept up, he'd come, and he didn't want to. Not yet. Not until he
absolutely had to or risk exploding, or until Zuko looked like he might be
getting tired of this new activity.
He didn't look like he was losing patience. At all. His eyes had fluttered
almost closed, leaving no more than an unfocused slit of shivering gold. He was
starting to lean back on his heels as he let Jee nudge him further and further
away from the wall. The curve of his spine was pronounced enough that Jee could
see most of his body now instead of just his head and shoulders. The muscles in
his thighs and his stomach were taut and twitching, and his cock was jutting up
hard and dark with blood.
"Sir," Jee tried, curling his fingers around Zuko's arm and trying to push away
the pesky hand on his buttocks. "Sir, use that hand for yourself. Touch
yourself. You can, go ahead." He tried very hard not to think about the picture
Zuko would make, jerking off with those quick and efficient motions that he
always liked to use on Jee. So long as the brat was touching him a little less,
Jee would manage to hold on a little longer.
The hand shifted, slipping and scratching along Jee's heated skin, but it
didn't move down. Zuko slung his whole arm around Jee's waist instead, and then
he let go of Jee's cock as well and hugged him, one well-muscled forearm
resting just above Jee's buttocks and the other just under them. Without the
barrier of fingers, Jee's cock immediately slid in a little deeper, but Zuko
turned his head and caught it in his cheek before it could hit the back of his
throat. He whimpered and buried his face in Jee's groin.
It was only years of experience at pretending he was sober and coherent in
front of superior officers that enabled Jee to open his mouth and make words.
"Sir, I need you to let go. Right now. Or..." His voice cracked like a weeping
child's, but if he relaxed his throat or any muscle in his body right now, he'd
lose it. He tried to say or I'll come in your mouth and it will be disgusting
and you might never want to do this again and holy spirits of volcanoes and
forest fires, why are you hugging me, but nothing came out.
The two-armed grip around his waist and thighs flexed, warm fingertips digging
into all the sensitive parts of his sides. When Jee pushed feebly at Zuko's
shoulders, Zuko shook his head and moaned in protest, cuddling closer as if he
wanted to crawl under Jee's skin.
The movement and vibration around Jee's cock was almost unbearable, but at the
same time it was only one more layer of unbearable on top of very many others.
His fingers jerked against Zuko's scalp, trying to creep up to Zuko's hair and
grab all of their own accord. Jee hissed between his teeth. Every bit of him
ached to grab the ponytail and hold that mouth in place until he'd fucked it
full of every drop he had. It would surely earn him two hand-shaped burns on
his thighs, or further north, but he wanted it so bad. Now. Now now now...
Agni, Zuko's firebending was still so uncontrolled that he might really burn
Jee if he got a mouthful of come sprung on him. He might actually do it. It was
a tremendous effort to sustain the flash of self-preservation long enough to
act on it, but Jee managed somehow -he snatched at the ponytail and pulled.
Zuko went backwards with a grunt of surprise and pain, and Jee's cock slipped
from his mouth with a pop so perfectly obscene that the sound snapped clean
through every last thread of self-restraint that Jee had left.
The grip Zuko had on Jee's thighs and middle was far stronger than the grip Jee
had on the ponytail, though. Zuko jerked himself forward again immediately,
probably out of reflex or maybe because he'd been about to unbalance and fall
on his back, or... It didn't matter why. His furious eyes snapped wide open and
up at Jee's, and his face was right there and...
Oh.
Oh.
By the time Jee remembered how to operate his own lungs, Zuko's eyes were
already no more than blazing slits. His panting was turning into snarling,
breath by breath, and he was so close that Jee could feel the air around his
wilting cock heat up with alarming speed. The fingers that still clutched at
his thighs could just as well have been smoldering irons. It was a good thing
that most of the heat in his body was already in that general vicinity,
otherwise he might not have been able to muster enough concentration to keep
the ten pinpricks of heat from turning into ten real burns that would be
extremely painful and hard to explain.
Zuko's shocked features started to twist into that more coherent mask of
absolute and unstoppable outrage that Jee was so very familiar with. Jee looked
down at him in mute, desperate anticipation, not daring to blink just in case
he missed something. The brat was going to do his infamous royal shouting act.
He was really going to start screaming, right there and then, without even
getting up first. Completely naked, aroused, on his knees, and with Jee's come
painting sticky trails down his flaming cheeks.
One of the trails was heading straight for the corner of his wet, swollen
mouth. He wasn't wiping it off. He snarled the second the drop touched his
lips, baring twice as many teeth as Jee had ever seen him show.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
It was a good tirade, long and furious and loud enough to make the walls shake.
Jee didn't hear a word of it.
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