#switch!zuko

You had your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. Putting all your might into only letting him move out if he was going to give you his long achingly deep thrusts in return. He had cum twice already, didn't take long considering the fact that at this point he has been trained to only cum when you were present. He was dizzy at this point, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto your hips and not only fucked into you but lifted you up slightly to fuck you onto him. The raise gave the perfect angle for his tip to kiss your cervix and make you gasp with every thrust like you're experiencing it for the first time.

The huge fireplace in your bed chambers crackled and somehow it looked cold compared to the burning sensation of your impending fourth orgasm. You whined and arched your back. Zuko felt your lower back curl in his hands, making him move one to slide it from your hip, pass over your stomach and sternum and cup your jaw. He was gentle but steadfast in his grip as he moved your thrown back head to face him.

"I'll never do it" he said out of breath looking into your eyes. You clenched around him making both of you moan. "Fuck" he groaned, "I'll never go far from you, I'll never go where I can't reach and touch this body". His words made you whine. He make his thrusts somehow rougher, deeper, harder. "Don't ever wanna leave this pussy" he said looking at his cock stuffing you full. With soft whimpers and tears prickling on your lash line you shook your head. "Never, never letting you go," his heart(and cock) thumped at your honey voice. "Want me to stay here? And pleasure you, my wife?" he asked teasingly as if he wasn't just as much of a mess. "Always wanna be full of you, all of you" you said, nodding.

He moved, rough and quick. Throwing your legs over each of his shoulders, making you feel his biceps press on the underside of your thighs. And he bent over. Oh shit.

The new angle made his cock, not kiss your cervix, but start bruising it. You felt impossibly full and content. Screaming out your husband's name without shame. His head leaned down kissing you deeply drinking in your loud moans and returning to you his down deep groans with the occasional breathy whine.

One of his hands stayed angeling your legs so they don't slip off his shoulders. The other stayed on your jaw tilting your face to deepen the kiss and shoving his tongue in your mouth.

His thrust weren't robotic- just in out, in out. He used his abdominal muscles to curve his hips into you. He not only thrusted in but also up. The drag and the sensitivity made you both whine helplessly like you weren't the ones doing this to each other.

"So deep...fuck, you're- oh fuck, so deep" you whispered between whines. He nodded running his hands across you, from your face to your hips, enjoying the feeling of your body twitching from pleasure. His hand stopped before it could reach your hips though. Stopped on your stomach. Right below your belly button. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my fucking god" he whispered, genuinely trying to compose himself. You were too lost in your pleasure to hear him but you felt it. You felt his palm press down slowly, letting him feel how his cock was hammering into you even better. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper at the feeling of the bulge that formed everytime your husband bottomed out into you. "I told you it's-" you couldn't finish your sentence.

"Wanna have this all the time" he said. Was your husband not making sense anymore? "Wanna fill you up so nicely" Oh. Oh. "Even when my cock isn't inside this perfect pussy I want it to have my cum deep inside" he kept talking while still thrusting, mouth inches from your face, you felt the honesty in his hot breath.

"Wouldn't you want that, baby? Want me to get you nice n' full?" You could only moan and helplessly lay your palms on the muscles that formed his v line that tensed with every thrust. But you nodded. Nodded and looked him in the eyes. That's all he needed to cum again.

He slammed into you, cumming as deep inside as he could, making you feel every wave of his orgasms. He continued in quick shallow thrusts, filling you up.

But not before dipping his fingers in his mouth. Getting his middle and ring finger wet and then tilting them towards your mouth. You opened your mouth feeling the wet digits slip inside, welcoming the needed distraction. After a how bobs of your head he pulled them out and dragged them down your body. Leaving a wet trail between your breasts and down you body while looking directly into you eyes, watching them follow his wet fingers. They reached down to gently rub your clit while his orgasm was still going, cum still spilling inside you.

You immediately clenched and arched from his actions. Letting out stuttering moans, your toes curled, "Close..I'm clo- fuck I'm gonna cum" you said hurriedly almost out of breath. Borderline panicking at how fast your orgasm approached. "I want nothing more from this life than to watch you cum around my cock, my love." Those words were your demise. With shaking thighs and twitchy hands you screamed, your back arching off the bed as your climax hit you with no mercy.

"That's my girl, fuck, that's it" he said stroking your thighs as you calmed down.

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sub!Zuko?

"Did you injure your side?"

"With your weak hit? You just got me off guard, that is all." Zuko readied himself in an offensive stance, beginning his attack. "Let's see if you can do it again, and no more holding back your punches. You won't have this mercy when it comes to the Firelord."

"I know, I know." But instead of the defeated look that always took over the younger's face every time he mentioned his father, Aang's expression quickly bounced back to a curious expression, dodging from his flames and attacks with fluid moves (it was both weird and interesting to see how much fo the other elements affected his actions even when he wasn't using his bending). 

"Are you sure you're not injured, though? You did jump pretty high back there."

Zuko felt like there was something hidden in the other’s voice. A kind of light reflected in his eyes, a different way that he seemed not worried at all in trying to fight back, an extra bounce in his step. 

And for some reason, now the Avatar keeps smiling at him. Which, when the subject was about how he possibly was or not injured, didn't make Zuko very confident about his safety.

"I am not hurt." Irritation began filling his words. "Take this seriously! Fight back!"

"I will! I will! I am just curious, why did you jump away?"

"For no reason! It doesn't matter."

"No one squeals and jumps away for no reason." Was he getting closer?

"I did not squeal!" Zuko widened his stance and with a circling gesture, moved his arms until his palms were facing the ground, ceasing the fire attacks before adjusting himself to a standing position. "And if you rather keep mocking me than really focusing on your training, then I suppose that you can continue mastering your firebending alone."

He turned away, feeling strangely out of place, before fast steps put Aang right in front of him, arms in a placating gesture and his expression full of alarm and a bit of regret.

"No, wait! I wasn't mocking you, I swear." Aang then took a respectful stance and bowed, with his thumb poking out from his closed fist resting on his open palm. "Please don’t give up from me yet, Sifu Ho-" at Zuko's glare, he bit back the 'hotman'. "Uhhhhh, Sifu Zuko."

The older one took a deep breath, wondering if his uncle also felt the same feeling of old all the times Zuko kept pushing his proper training off to complain about capturing the Avatar and restoring his honor.

Life really comes to a full cycle, doesn't it?

He bowed, as well, mirroring Aang's gesture and respect, letting his usual irritation wash away, a common pinch of guilt that always came when he let his angry outbursts control his decisions appearing once again.

His point still stands, though.

"Alright." His tune was tough, but not unkind, a soft kind of relaxation taking over his gestures. He should at least try to have the same patience as his uncle. "Let's try again. Firs-"

"I am just really curious!" Aang cut him, basically bouncing on the same place, his energetic big smile back to his face now that the misunderstanding had been cleared. "If you're not injured, does that mean you're ticklish?"

For some reason, Aang seemed about to launch himself straight to the sky with how much he was beaming. In a blink, Zuko remembered old memories of his and his mother's laughter, of Lu Ten's surprise attacks and Mai's playful touches before he threw everything away to fulfill his own destiny.

And, in another bewildered blink, abruptly, Aang's smile and actions made complete sense. Zuko looked at him with wide eyes.

"I-"

Before the prince could answer, however, the avatar jumped at him, not wasting a single second as he locked on his sides with a horrible scribbling that made he feel like there was thousands of feathers teasing his sensitive torso, following his body even when the surprise attack made him fall on his back, holding his reactions with all his will power.

"I knew it. You are!" The scribbling quickly evolved to a series of light pinches and squeezes that almost made him jump away as they traveled too much close to his stomach, giggles beginning to bubble in his throat. "I can't believe you never told us about it before!"

"W-why-" He bit back a squeal, refusing to fall for such childish play. "Why would I snkr e-ever tell you tha-ah!" 

Aang beamed even more at the muffled yelp that came when he experimentally scratched at his belly, deciding that it was a perfect place to dance and wiggle his fingers freely. 

"Because it is fun! And it would be nice to see your smile. I don't think we ever heard you truly laugh since you joined the group!"

"I don't need to laugh." He gritted through his firmly pressed lips, turning his face away, feeling his features getting hot at the hopeful and bright expression from Aang at the giddiness slipping through the tears in his barriers. "We need to t-t-train. Don't!"

Zuko maybe, if he wasn’t totally concentrated in not dying because anywhere - absolutely any other place - would be better than that spot, would definitely feel mortified by the honest to Agni high pitched plea that fled from his mouth when the other poked his bellybutton curiously.

Aang smiled even wider, somehow.

"You also have a ticklish bellybutton?" He poked the tickle spot again and again, giggling in delight when Zuko wiggled from one side to another with even the slightest hint of a touch. "Just like Sokka! He would go totally crazy when we tickled his belly. Katara even had this secret technique she did when..." Suddenly, he stopped.

Zuko could see the exact moment the Avatar got an evil idea.

"No.” Aang didn’t move. “Don’t you even think about it!" 

He tried to roll away, legs too weak to help him in a chase. Nevertheless, the other's playful hands followed him, pulling him back and straddling his waist so he could rest his index fingers and thumbs at each side of his bellybutton, making Zuko take a wobbly gulp of oxygen.

"Aang-" He tried to push the hands away but the Avatar was as immovable as a rock, grinning at him a tad manically. "Aang, I am g-going to make you do so many katas you will keep doing them in your sleep! Don't you dare!"

The Avatar, the bridge between the spiritual world, the one responsible to bring peace and balance to the four nations, the only one in the world able to master all the elements, the agent of evil snickered and did, in fact, dare.

For Zuko's complete mortification and immediate defeat, he began squeezing.

It was horrible. It was unbearable. Each squeeze made his entire body spasm with the sheer force of keeping his laughter inside, face growing more and more red as the tickling just did not stop.

That was when Aang's voice cut through air.

"Hey, actually, this gives me an idea! Wanna see a cool trick?" Zuko shook his head and Aang laughed. "Okay, I will show you anyway! It goes like this: 'Hello, I'm Mister Bellybutton and I am supeeeeeer ticklish!"

He was squeezing said tickle spot as if it was a mouth, pretending it was speaking and even making a goofy voice for it as if they were both tiny kids and not the future firelord and the one destined to end a one hundred year war, full of responsibilities and posture to uphold and Zuko…

"Squish! Squish, squish, squish, squishsquishsquishsquish-"

Zuko exploded in a loud, boisterous laughter. 

"S-SHUHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAHAP!"

Whether it was for the sheer absurdity of it all, the awful and playful impersonation of a silly voice or the tickly shocks that filled all his nerves and senses he couldn't say. Actually, other than becoming a mess of laughter and sounds that were supposed to be words but were too lost in crackles to be understood, he wasn’t able to say much.

"Oh my god!!! Zuko, this is your laughter?! It's so nice! I can't believe we never tried to tickle you before!"

Zuko realized that he couldn’t do anything to stop the unfair tickle attack on his stomach, especially when Aang focused on using his other fingers to prod the sensitive skin and buzz on it, pulling a series of startled snorts that made the prince immediately hide his flaming face on his hands.

"Noooo, come on, not fair! You can't hide your smile, that is against the rules!"

"THEHEHEHERE'S NO RUHULES!"

"Of course there it is! Every tickle fight has rules. Like: no hiding your smile, no covering your face, and especially…"

The younger relented his attack giggling together with the other's remnant and uncontrollable titters as Zuko tried to recompose himself, feeling yet still a bit dazed with the sudden joy and adrenaline that were still running in his veins.

Wait. Why was it so quiet? Aang was saying something, wasn't he?

"Never leave a tickle spot unprotected unless you want it to be tickled!"

Suddenly fingers began kneading his ribs and Zuko's arms shot down in a too late attempt to protect them, a loud yelp announcing the comeback of an unstoppable mix of fast, airy giggles and eventual squeaks that didn’t wait to mingle in such a rare and beautiful melody. 

"Here is it!" Zuko wasn't sure how, but he could swear that Aang somehow got more than two hands, because in a blink the wiggling fingers that were prodding and drawing circles on his ribcage were not only assaulting his neck and ears with a skillful spidering scratches and nimbly scribbling but also, even before he could lift his arms and try to pry them from there before another high pitched chortle came out of his mouth, were worming and digging awfully on his armpits, obliging him to clue his arms to his sides once more and starting the whole cycle started again and again.

No spot was left without a proper, tickly and tingly attention. Every squeeze on his knees, scratch on his soles, kneading on his sides and light tapping on his palms (how did he even discover about his palms-) pulled all sorts of loud crackles, bubbly giggles, bouncy titters, wobbly squirms, tired kicks and a boisterous belly laughter that left him without energy, a "stop" ready in the tip of his tongue when the younger decided that it was enough and relented the energetic tickle attack.

The prince of the Fire Nation turned around, still giggling, still blushing and still feeling the ghost feeling of dancing fingers buzzing right under his skin, leaving a permanent giant smile on his face.

He wiped the few tears that accumulated on the corner of his eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to not get embarrassed by the couple of giggles that continued to fill the air.

"See, I told you it was fun!" Aang snickered. "I didn't expect you to be so ticklish, though. You're almost as bad as meEEK!"

With a swift roll and quick reflexes Zuko jumped and pushed - not necessarily gently but also not with all his strength - the Avatar down, pinning his arms upwards with a hand.

Wide grey eyes stared at him, a drop of alarm on them.

"Uhhhh, Zuko, you're not really angry are you? It’s just that you never said to stop and-"

Zuko lifted his hand and with a gasp, the other cut his babbling.

He began wiggling his fingers.

"Almost as bad as you, you say?"

"Waitwaitwait!" Aang kicked and laughed joyfully, suddenly free of any drop of fear in his gaze as he wiggled like a madman on his hold, trying with all his might to put as much distance as he could from the offending silly fingers. 

Seeing the older one loosening up was rare, but to see him loosen up, smile and be playful on the same day? Aang felt like he was the luckiest person in the world. He couldn’t wait to tell everyone else about how nice Zuko's laughter is. 

I mean, if he survived the payback. Aang tried to lightly pull his arms back, but the grip was firm. He watched with trepidation the hand that was getting closer and closer to his sides, sucking his belly as much as he could.

Golden and gray eyes found each other for a moment.

Zuko stopped, his tiny smirk being overthrown by a frown and Aang felt his arms being freed. 

The butterflies in his belly stopped batting their wings and the smile on his face fell. He tried to not feel too disappointed.

They would eventually get Zuko to participate in more of their shenanigans. One day. When he was ready. Even if today wasn't the day, he still got him to laugh.

An unbearable light feeling on his palm made the shorter yelp and jump away, one of his wrists being held back before he could pull it to his chest.

Golden and gray found each other again. Zuko smiled triumphantly.

"I knew it." He said, and Aang watched with a giddy feeling as blunt nails began scribbling on his palm, following the lines of his hands, drawing on the tip of fingers, contouring and spiraling across the entire sensitive skin to his wrists. Soon enough, his airy, fast and giggly snickers were filling the space, amidst his wiggles and half-heartedly attempts to pull his arm away. "I was wondering how did you discovered about my hands. It's because yours are sensitive as well."

"Yehehehes!" An 'eee' sound stretched the word and he snorted, kicking and squirming more, his other hand flapping non stop in an attempt to free himself of all the energy running in his veins. "Ihihihi realized that when I stahaharted to bend firehehe. It makes them so ticklihihish!"

"Must be rough for you." 

"Hehey! But yours are ahahahalso tick- no!" 

Not minding the other's protest, Zuko lifted the captured arm and attacked the unprotected armpit, being careful to tase and drum his fingers in every available inch of skin, feeling extremely smug at the shriek he got from the Avatar with the drastic change from such a soft to more playful tickle attack, his squirming getting so strong that he pushed himself back to a sitting position.

"BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THERE!"

Zuko remembered something Lu Ten used to do with him all the time. It was childish and silly and not at all fitting for the future Firelord, but it used to drive Zuko over the palace’s walls all the time, and if Aang had at least half of his reaction…

He was just really glad that they went to train in a far area alone.

"What? Not here?" He made sure to focus on the weakest spot of the pit, poking and digging there for a good measure. "Not right here? Are you sure?"

"YESYESYES! IHIHIT'S TOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!"

"OK then." The tickling came to a stop.

Aang continued to laugh softly at the attack, his smile big and wobbly and eyes shining with excitement. "Wohohow, you're ruthless."

Zuko merely hummed in reply, watching him for the exact moment where he would relax and lower his guard…

Now.

"Hm, I changed my mind." He went right back at the merciless attack.

"SIFU HOHOHOHOTMAN, NOHOHO!"

"And stop calling me that! Do you like being tickled, by chance? Becoming a mess of laughter and squeals?"

"Yehehehehes!"

Zuko blinked, the tickling faltering for a bit and fishing a mess of tittering and soft squealing before resuming his quicker pace. "Really?….Why?"

"Ihihihit's fun!" Aang squealed and arched his back when Zuko got bored and decided to worm his fingers to his back ribs, spidering and stretching on the space in between each bone. For a piece of moment nothing but laughter filled his mind, thoughts and senses and all Aang could do was squeal until his mind got a bit clearer. 

"You like it too!"

The shout that came out from the prince's lips was a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "I do not!" 

"Do too!"

"Shut it!" The playful glint on the other's eyes only got stronger at the color flooding once again Zuko's cheeks. He grumbled in a grump protest. "If you can still tease me then I am not doing a good job. You must have a death spot somewhere, don't you?" He held the boy by his shoulder, starting to wiggle and prod his back in a search.

It was a good thing that his hand was still keeping the boy still because as soon as the sentence came out from his mouth the other began wiggling like his life was on the line.

"Wait, wait, Zuko! Not there! You can tickle my hands again or even my sides, they're pretty bad, but, wait!"

"Is your back really that ticklish or-" Zuko's teasing was cut when he pressed the highest space in between his shoulderblades (being very careful to not accidentally touch the scar) and, after a loud shout, an extremely low belly laughter filled the air.

"NOHOHOHO!"

He stopped. Aang stopped, hands flying to hide his mouth. 

"That was you?"

"No, of course not!" With a muffled voice the Avatar tried to wiggle away from the touch, only the tip of his smile appearing behind his palm. "What was what? I didn't hear a thing. Ah! It’s getting so late, I think that Katara is calling meeEEEHEHEHE!"

Zuko pressed once again at the middle of his shoulder blades, thumb incessantly tasering on the same spot as he watched with drops of surprise and amusement as the youngest usual higher voice became much lower and stronger, his guffaws making his entire torso beam with the force of the laughter.

"Your voice gets rougher when someone tickles your back?" Poke, poke, poke, prod, tase, tase. "How does that even work?"

"NOHOHOHO! LEHEHEHEHEHEAVE THAT SPOT ALOHOHONE, PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Seeing that the boy seemed unable to stop bouncing in the same place with the sheer amount of ticklishness and energy running across his entire torso, Zuko decided to listen to him, stopping his tickles and eyeing his lower back with curiosity.

If just that tiny spot on his shoulder blades were so bad he wondered if his spine…

With an only one index finger, the older one ran the tip of the finger across Aang's spine.

He got exactly to the middle of it before the airbender shot straight to the sky with a high pitched, ear splitting squeal.

Zuko quickly jumped to a standing position, wide eyes searching the sky until his gaze finally found the hope of the world, the bridge between the material and the spiritual world, clutching his belly and historically giggling while kicking the air just like a kid in a tantrum, floating from a side to another, way too lost in ghost tickles and tittering snorts to control his airbending and stop spinning in the air with each laugh.

The future firelord sighed, ignoring how fond he felt for being the one responsible in making the smaller look as happy as this.

He forced his face to go back to his usual scowl, even if a playful, silly kind of feeling softened most of it and even when the entire gang already knew how to see right through it.

"Your training is not over yet, stop fooling around and come back! You still have to do katas until sunset."

The chair was an intricate piece of dark wood that creaked every time the ropes that connected the back of the chair with his arms got pulled. The rope was a dark red, thick material that wrapped from his shoulders and chest to his wrists tightly making his deltoid and bicep muscles pop even more. His hair was messy, and he was panting even though you hadn't done much of anything to him. Your husband kept looking between you and his cock, which was pitifully drooling between his legs. The tip was slightly red and the precum that glazed it glistened in the dim light of the fireplace.

You, his pretty wife, who was standing with your back towards him, taking a cup of ice from a tray, in your silk, flowy robe. All you had done was kiss him earlier as you were tying him but the tension and his anticipation made the air in the room feel thick.

You turned and walked to him. With one hand you held onto the little bowl of ice, with the other you held his face by his jaw, lifted up towards you and stroked his chin sweetly. "You're twitchy, my love," you voiced your observation. Zuko let out a stuttering exhale, trying to use all his non-short-circuited neurons to speak. "I-I think it's gonna feel weird," he said with that boyish charm of his that came out when he was vulnerable. "Oh, I will make sure it feels good for you, sweet love," you leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. His heart melted at his wife's sweetness. 

Slowly you started by keeping your hand in the ice bowl for a few seconds to get it nice and cold. Then you reached and grazed up the underside of his cock with two cold fingers. His thigh muscles immediately tightened as he gasped. He looked down, watching how his own cock twitched above his wife's icy fingers. "Shh," you said soothingly, stroking his thigh with your other hand.

Then you dipped your hand back in the ice. When you removed it you put the pointer and middle finger of your left hand on either side of his sensitive tip. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut as you watched his abdominal muscles spasm. "Sensitive?" you asked with an amused smile. He didn't look up or open his eyes, just nodded and hummed in agreement. You continued your motion going up and down, jarring him off with only two fingers. When you go to his tip again you brush the still cold pad of your middle finger across his leaking tip, smearing precum. Your husband's eyes widened as he whimpered and his hips bucked up into your hand. "It feels like it's burning," he said panting, his mouth slightly ajar. "Since when have you been afraid of a little burn, hmm?"

He smiled lazily at your rhetorical question. You took that as a sigh and grabbed one ice cube from the bowl. "Sweetheart, I don't kno-" he started as he stared at your hand holding the cube threateningly close. You shushed him, reaching over and gliding your warm palm against his abdomen knowing he liked that. "Just look at me, baby," you said soothingly. He nodded dumbly, and it twisted your heart seeing how little it took for him to trust you.

You used your waterbending and molded the ice cube into half a circle. You slid it down the underside of his cock. He whimpered, his v line tightening as he bit his lower lip. His hips started to buck up. "Did you like it, baby?" you asked, pulling it away after a few seconds. He nods, "I don't know, I- keep going," he said, your husband's usual voice had become breathy slurry.

"Good." You knew he'd like it. Your husband, like every firebender, ran hot almost permanently. So you knew that the contrast between his skin and the ice would have him twitchy and shivering in no time.

You molded it into a full circle, the exact circumference of his girth. "Oh fuck..." he only said as he looked at the ice mold. You inched it closer, passed it over the bump of his head and immediately saw the straining of the rope against his skin. You continued until the ice ring was halfway down this length, then you lifted it up again but didn't take it off. It reached the tip and you pulled it down again. He let out a moan that sounded more indulgent than he previously let on. 

You did that a couple times and his breathing turned sporadic and deep. At that point you had only ever put the ice on him for a couple of seconds, so the first couple of times you thrusted it down his whole length had him reeling.

You expanded the ring a bit more with your bending so it would fit snuggly around the hilt of his cock and you left it there. "Sweetheart, i-it's a little tight," he said between whimpers. "It should be," you said, reaching for the bowl again and taking a new ice cube out. "Wh-" he started, "Honey." And he closed his mouth. 

You inched it closer , first to his stomach, right below his belly button. The muscle under the skin tensed instantly. "Oh you're just messing with me now," he whined. "Mhmm, and what about it?" You asked, smiling innocently at your poor husband. He sighed as his body shivered.

You raised the ice cube, letting it pass over the line between his abs, making his torso curl and the chair creak under the strength of the firelord. The ice left a wet trail that glistened in the light,  matching with that of his reddened cock. You moved it up further, lifting it to pass over the rope and enter his chest area. His breath caught as you circled it around one of his nipples. It hardened as his hips bucked up, searching for more friction than just the stationary icy ring. You passed the little ice cube over his nipple, making him whine. "Oh god, that feels so good, fuck," he panted.

You pointed up with your other hand and in an instant the ice ring on his cock started moving up. Then you pointed down and it went downwards effectively making your husband jerk his hips and let out a strangled moan. He tightened his jaw and he watched your finger go up and down while your other hand kept circling his nipple still. "Baby, I'm getting close, please," his hips stuttered. You stopped the movements of the ring, kept it in the air at a medium distance from him. "Go on then, my love, fuck up into it," you grazed his face with the same hand that was moving the ice mold until now. He whimpered at your sweet voice and wasted no time, thrusting his hips up, the lines of the rope pulling with his movements.

He gasped, whimpered, panted as he worked to get himself close. And he was getting close, so close. You smiled adoringly at your dear husband, humping the ring like a dog, getting himself to cum.

You took yet another ice cube. This time you put it in your mouth. You grabbed your husband's jaw and angled it. You kissed him deeply, gliding your tongue into his mouth, then pulling it away to slide the ice cube in. His thrusts continued as he whined into your mouth, surprised since he'd apparently not seen you put ice in your mouth. Once it was entirely in his mouth you pulled away and sucked on his bottom lip. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" You said when you noticed his hips were stuttering, his ears had gone red(firebender side-effect of being close), and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "Mhm, mgonna, yeah, I- oh fuck", he stuttered. You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair and pulled his head back. You leaned and bit right into your masochist of a husband who only took that as a push over the edge. He came with a strangled moan, his eyes rolling back, his back instinctively pulling on the ropes leaving red lines on his chest and arms. As red as the mark you left on his neck. His thick cum shot on the floor, some got on your thighs

He whimpered lowly as he calmed down, slowing down his thrusts. He looked at you with his head tilted as he panted heavily. Within a second you turned the ice ring straight into water and leaned to give him a toothachingly sweet kiss. "Did so good, my dear," you said when you pulled away. He took advantage of your proximity and leaning in, pressing his forehead against your shoulder smiling drunkenly.

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switch!Zuko?