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“Hello, my love,” you say as the Firelord approaches you before he sits down beside you. “Have you finished with your meetings?”
The man rubs his right eye before stifling a yawn, and you chuckle. “That better be a ‘yes’ then,” you add. You reach up to smooth the creased fabric at his chest before pressing a kiss to his temple.
He sighs and leans into the kiss. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so many days,” he says. “The council couldn’t agree on an outcome for the last bill.”
You move to crouch on your knees and gesture for the Firelord to turn his back to you. Gently removing the golden hairpiece from the ribbon in his hair, you watch the obsidian strands cascade down his back. Slowly, you begin to brush your fingers through his hair and along his scalp. He sighs and leans back into your touch. “The turtleducks have missed you, Zuko,” you start. “I suspect they were beginning to think you’ve abandoned them for another turtleduck pond.”
Zuko exclaims your name and goes to swat your hand away. “They do not! How could I go to another pond? There aren’t any others in the palace gardens.”
You laugh as Zuko turns to you with a pout, “my poor, poor love.”
You run your fingers along his cheek and down the column of his throat; resting your hand on his shoulder and rubbing your thumb across his collarbone. Zuko’s honey eyes darken and his eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth, and back again. “Is there something I can assist you with, my lord?” you say, moving your hand so you can press your thumb into Zuko’s pulse. “You seem troubled.”
Zuko’s adams apple bobs as he swallows. A second later he abruptly stands. “Come; there is something I need your assistance with.” Without another word, the Firelord turns and stalks back into the Palace with heavy steps. Picking up the discarded hairpiece, you quickly stand and jog after him, a grin on your face. You take in the strong slope of Zuko’s shoulders and the red cape cascading down his back.
The man stops abruptly and you crash into him. “In here,” he states, voice raspy, before he opens a door into a nearby room and grips your elbow to shove you in. You stumble into the room and turn to see the Firelord firmly shut the door and lock it with a resounding thud. Your heart is a drum in your chest as Zuko slowly turns and stalks toward you. “There is most definitely something you can assist with,” he says contemplatively. You step backward a couple paces before your hands grip the desk behind you.
You swallow and return his gaze, “and what might that be?”
Zuko closes his eyes and chuckles darkly. With a strong hand, he fists the hair at your nape - taking care to grip close to your scalp - and tugs, exposing your neck. “Mmmm,” he whispers before taking a deep breath. “My beautiful, beautiful orchid.”
He moves his face away from your neck and cranes your head back a little further so you are forced to look up at him.
“Take me into your mouth, would you?”
You gasp and your knees buckle, falling to the floor. The man chuckles again as your hands go to the ribbon holding his pants snugly around his waist. Zuko groans softly as you release his hardness from the fabric, and you palm the velvety skin in your hands. You take in the view of his arousal beading at the red tip, before flicking your eyes up. Your love’s eyes glow with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, you slowly take him into your mouth, grunting slightly at the girth of him stretching your lips.
“F-fuck,” your love gasps under his breath.
You hold him for a few seconds, feeling the weight and re-familiarising the taste of him in your mouth, before slowly withdrawing. You gently swirl your tongue around the sensitive flesh of the underside before giving it a suck.
“My orchid,” Zuko begins to say, “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.”
You hum and push your head down to repeat your ministrations.
“You–that feels so good, orchid–you’re always so patient with me. How could a man like me find a woman as amazing as you?”
At the sound of his words, you begin to slowly speed up, gripping Zuko’s thighs for leverage. His hand lets go of your hair to brush the loose strands away from your face, pushing you away slightly. You release his hardness from your mouth and stare up at him.
“Are you okay?” you ask, voice soft. The Firelord moves one of his hands to caress your cheek, before moving down to press a thumb against your spit slick lips. Boldly, you open your mouth and take his thumb into it, suckling the warm flesh. Your love groans, breaking eye contact as his eyes flutter closed. “Stand, my darling,” he commands, placing his strong hands on your upper arms to guide you to your feet. Zuko fists his hand in your hair once again and tugs so he can taste himself on your lips and tongue. “So sexy,” he mumbles against your mouth. He takes your bottom lip between his and bites, before sweeping his tongue over the irritated flesh. “So fucking sexy.”
You push into him, drinking in kiss after kiss.
When Zuko pulls away, you reach up to wipe the saliva from his mouth. He steps away to take your hands in his. “Let’s sit you on the lounge there.”
You let the Firelord lead you towards the maroon-coloured lounge on the opposite side of the room, and he manoeuvres you until you are laying with your head cushioned on one of the many pillows covering it. He stands over you, eyes dancing over your face and smiles, “perfect.”
Pushing himself off the lounge, you watch the man begin to peel away the layers of his robes and pants, exposing the hard muscles of his body. You take a moment to have your fill of your love’s glorious physique; the planes of his pectoral muscles, sloping lines of his deltoids and biceps, and finally, the chiselled separations of his abdomen. The starburst scar on his abdomen does nothing to lessen your love’s devastating beauty. The Firelord rolls his shoulders back and turns his head to the side to stretch the cords of his neck. You feel your modesty cloth dampen, your body knowing to prepare for him to fall deep into you, over and over and over; to let Zuko release himself into you, to mark and to claim you in the softest, deepest part of your body.
Like it’s his job.
The man approaches the lounge once again, this time bringing a knee over to rest next to your head, and he places his left hand on the arm rest above your head. Oh, you understand, and your core releases more of your arousal into the space between your thighs. Zuko sighs and grips himself in his right hand before easing his hips forward to tap the tip firmly against your lips. You open your mouth and he pushes in slowly, groaning. You open your throat to take him in until the soft dusting of hair at the base of his harness tickles your nose. He pulls out slowly, before pushing in again. Your eyes dart up to watch the most powerful man in the Nation use your mouth for his pleasure. Zuko’s dark hair spills over his shoulders, contrasting against the pale skin of his chest. His pupils are blown wide, the striking gold of his irises glow in arousal and want, want, want.
As the Firelord catches your gaze, the corner of his mouth twists into a wicked grin, “watching me, are you, orchid?” he rasps. “Watching me use your mouth like I own it?”
He pulls out until just the tip is sitting heavy on your tongue. “Because I do.”
Zuko thrusts his hips forward until all of him is in your mouth and down your throat. Shifting his knee and bringing his other hand to grip the arm rest, he snaps his hips back and forth, grunting each time he meets the back of your throat. “You take me so well, orchid. Always so well.”
You groan around his girth and your hips buck up at his words. A low chuckle echoes from the Firelord’s mouth and he slows his thrusts for a moment. “I know, I know. Let me come down this pretty throat first, darling; then I’ll fuck your hot, little pussy as much as you want.”
The man proceeds to quicken his thrusts, and you gag trying to accommodate all of him in your mouth as he hardens even more.
“Gods above, I don’t know if your mouth, your pussy, or your ass fit me the best, love,” Zuko groans. “Shall I fuck every one of them so we can check?” His right hand goes to push the hair out of your eyes, “would you like that, darling?”
You suckle hard on his tip on a draw out and he stills his hips.
“Ah–Agni, fuck–was that a yes?”
You let him go with a pop. “Yes, my lord,” you say before taking him back into your mouth and pushing onto your elbows to bob your head up and down. Zuko groans once again, before bracing his hands back onto the arm rest, forcing your head back onto the pillow.
“Who am I to deny my wife what she desires?” he breathes.
With a grunt, the man begins to thrust into your mouth with reckless abandon. Grunts echo through the room, the wet plap, plap, plap of his testes hitting your chin fill the space in between. “Mmm, orchid, I’m close,” the Firelord grunts. “Let me empty myself down your throat, sweet love?”
You whine and open your mouth wider in an attempt to fit as much of him in as you can. Zuko’s hips begin to stutter and your left hand goes up to grip his thigh. Sweat drips down his flushed chest and glistens in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. “Ah shit,” the man gasps and his head flings back in pleasure as his hot release empties into your waiting mouth and throat. He thrusts minutely, ensuring the last few drops jet over your tongue.
A few moments pass as you watch the Firelord catch his breath, abdomen trembling with exertion, chest heaving in deep breaths. Slowly, he begins to withdraw his softening length from your mouth, and adjusts to press a kiss to your forehead. He stands upright and picks up an inner shirt from his pile of clothes before padding over to gently lift your head and wipe the remnants of his release from your mouth and chin.
“Well done, my love,” he murmurs softly. “You did so well, made me feel so damn good.”
You close your eyes as Zuko drops the cloth to caress your cheek. “Thank you. I love you,” he continues. You turn to nuzzle into his palm, pressing a kiss to it. The Firelord shuffles you until you are sitting in his lap, head cushioned against his collar. You breathe in Zuko’s spicy scent and lean further into the floaty feeling in your chest. “I’ll get you some water and something cold to soothe your throat, orchid,” he starts. “Then I will hold you in my arms like this until nightfall.”
He presses a kiss to the sweaty hair plastered on your forehead. “And then, when you’re ready, I’ll carry you to our bed and take you. Hard and fast, slow and gentle. Whichever way you want, my wife.”
You nuzzle into his neck and press a kiss to the marble skin. You lick your dry lips. “I want to be limping tomorrow.”
You feel a muscle in the Firelord’s neck twitch.
“That’s what I want,” you continue. “I want to ache between my thighs, and to remember the way you filled me until I couldn't hold anymore of you within me, husband.”
You pull back to look Zuko in the eye, and his cheeks flush red.
“Would you do that for me, my love?”