thinkin’ about how zuko would use just a liiiittle bit of fire bending in bed — nothing too extreme, never enough to hurt you . he just likes to . . . leave his mark. zuko loves the view from behind when you’re fucking doggy; your wrists gathered in the iron grip of his large, clasped hand, pressing them into the divot of your back to keep your pretty arch nice and taut. his firm hips piston forward with a pace that has you mewling and sobbing into red gambiered-silk sheets, and his fat cock nudges the softest spot of your pulsing insides with every sharp thrust forward. rich dark hair sways into his vision and he begins groan out, plumes of steam & licks over a shiny row of solid teeth as he revels in your whines, pounding into you so raucously that anyone a within five-mile radius of your bedchamber will certainly catch wind of the firelord’s . . . late-night ministrations. then, much too sudden for you to prepare, he does it — wills a an intentional simmer of low heat to encompass his palm. he winds his arm back to let his wide, warm palm find the round, mesmerizing curve of you and smack across your rippling ass. he groans over the way your pussy flutters at it, the underside of his throbbing cock jumping from within you. zealous, he spanks each jiggling cheek one, two, three more times. the sweet, stinging warmth makes you rock onto him, fucking him back with plush bitten lips and big teary eyes. by the time he’s sated his desire, a subtle flush of his reddened handprint encompasses the sore globes of your swaying ass, leaving a glowing map of his huge hands temporarily branded across your thighs. consider it a lingering token of his affection ❤︎
