one thing about AANG, he’s eating things out of your mouth. he doesn’t necessarily mean to - most of the time. you happened to pop a candy into your mouth when his lack of self-awareness caused him to affectionately kiss your lips and by proxy taste what’s behind them. a rich n sultry sweetness wets the tip of his tongue when he familiarly dips it into your willing n parted lips. the times when he’s feeling bolder and prone to teasing you, he’ll do it because he knows you think it’s gross, only this time he’ll try to take it from you. a big hand cups the back of your head to pin you in place as he tilts his, screwing in so he can delve deeper, fighting for the candy like a game all while you push and punch at his chest squawking your muffled and indignant protests. during more intimate settings, he’s been known to experiment with different tastes on your body. in the midst of the heat of love-making, sharing a bite of a decedent dessert passed between your mouths is a sacred act aang simply won’t shy away from. swapping spit and sliding frosting against each other’s tongues with each movement is part of intimacy for him - it’s part of you. he doesn’t quite understand your normal aversion to it. for him, it’s all a part of the privilege of loving you and being loved back.
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