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Jet stares blankly at the water.
Was this not a good idea? Zuko thinks, confused.
“Zuko,” Jet says, voice way too serious, “We have been screwing for almost a year, and you only bothered to tell me you have a personal hot spring now? Dude.”
Before Zuko can answer Jet is already throwing the towel on the floor slowly sinking into the water. He makes an indecent sounding loud moan as he gets in deeper and Zuko can feel himself flush.
“Oh, this is even better than the bathtub.” Jet sighs, and Zuko knows how much he loves that stupid tub. That’s the reason why he let Jet keep it in his room although it is uncommon to have one in your bedroom and the floor always gets wet.
“Get naked, get in.” Jet waves at him. The pool is only waist deep, but there’s a ledge to sit on along the edge, and only his head is sticking up once Jet is seated.
“Yes, yes, should have known you’d be like this,” Zuko mutters, feeling pleased that he got his little surprise right on the mark.
Jet closes his eyes and leans back with his head resting on the edge while Zuko stays a bit more upright. Even though their relationship is not quite new anymore, Zuko can feel his stomach squirm with happiness at the well-executed plan. Getting things right each time isn't a given yet.
Zuko also lets himself relax in the warm water, needing it after the hectic everyday life of a regent. Both of them are tired and when he is certain that Jet is happy in his spot, Zuko lets his eyes slip closed for a bit. It's quiet in the room expect for the gentle sloshing of the water that moves with their breathing. Zuko almost dozes off, thoroughly relaxed, when he feels a hand on his thigh and jerks in surprise.
Jet is right in front of him, looking at him intently.
“Zuko, just how private is this place?” He asks, and oh no, Zuko knows that voice. He is actually intimately familiar with it and can feel his blood go south in response. This is the voice Jet uses when he wants something in bed and Zuko is fucking helpless when faced with it.
“Really?” He says incredulously.
Jet looks at him like he’s asking a very stupid question now. His pupils are blown and he is getting closer, floating in the water, almost in between Zuko's legs. “Privacy,” Jet swirls a finger in a circle indicating the room around them, “Both naked,” he says and shrugs, creating a little wave, lapping at Zuko’s chest. “And… hot water.” He says the last bit as if it should be self-explanatory, which it kind of is at this point. Jet is such a sucker for baths it’s incredible his entire body hasn’t become wrinkled like a prune at this point.
Zuko just gives in and leans his head back in defeat.
“Fine, do what you want.”
He’s too tired to argue and it would be a damn lie if he said he didn’t want to. He’s only a little miffed that he didn’t think of it himself. But unlike someone else, he actually had pure intentions. This time at least.
“Yesss,” Jet hisses and gets in close, the front of their bodies sliding frictionlessly against each other in the water. Jet grabs onto the edge on each side of Zuko and pulls himself up to straddle the other man.
Zuko sucks in a breath and catches Jet’s hips in his hands. Even just this amount of contact feels delicious on his skin. They kiss softly and languidly, taking their sweet time. The afternoon has been cleared of meetings and obligations, there’s nowhere else either of them has to be. Zuko lets his hands run up and down Jet's hips, his ass and thighs. The slide is so smooth in the water and he gasps when Jet pushes himself in close enough that their groins line up.
Jet buries both hands in Zuko’s hair, carding through it from the bottom of the nape and up. He tugs at it gently, using it to get Zuko’s mouth to whatever angle he pleases, the kisses turning open-mouthed and hot. It goes from syrupy slow to steaming in barely a minute, leaving them both slightly out of breath. Neither of them even tries to stop the roll of their hips, meeting in the middle. Their dicks line up against each other and it so easy to fall into a rhythm.
Jet moans quietly, at least he has the sense not to be loud in the echoing space. But he is also sneaky enough to do it so close, that Zuko gets an up-close litany of soft little sounds and his own name repeated over and over again. Zuko is so hard he could pound nails and Jet is just terrible. He knows how weak Zuko is to hearing him and the bastard uses it to his advantage all the damn time.
“Zuko, mmnh, what do you say- ahhh,” Jet breathes out long and labored, “that we move this along a bit.”
Zuko just nods quickly. Whatever ideas Jet has in this regard are usually great. They will probably lead him to an early grave someday from too high blood pressure, but he’s willing to take the risk. Jet reaches down, groping Zuko’s sides and further down at the sides of his ass, which he can barely reach when sitting on top.
“I wanna touch you here.” He says, giving a squeeze, ”Wanna fuck you if you’re up for it,” he whispers sultrily, “I promise I’ll be real gentle to you,” he adds with a hint of mocking as if Zuko is some princess to be deflowered instead of the Fire lord, who has very much been railed by Jet before. Jet is such an ass sometimes. Well, most of the time really.
Zuko scoffs at him, but obliges, “You’ll have to move for that,” he says and lifts Jet a bit which is surprisingly easy when half-submerged in water.
“Hmmm, fine,” Jet says, as if it’s some great sacrifice to move. And it is a little bit, with their dicks no longer touching and no friction to push up against.
Before Jet gets too far away, he bends his head and gives a broad lick over a nipple. Zuko curses, pushing Jet’s head away, and covers his chest like a maiden trying to hide. “How many times do I have to tell you!” He growls.
Jet pouts, but quickly earns forgiveness by kissing Zuko deeply again, pulling him in as they both stand up. He knows that Zuko’s nipples are very sensitive and after he took advantage of it that one time Zuko might have become a little selfconscious about it. Now it’s only permitted when Zuko’s so worked up that everything feels good and he’s borderline incoherent with pleasure. That way he forgets to think about it being embarrassing. Unfortunately, that means Jet seems to have the two things connected in his mind and he "slips up" once in a while. Or at least that's the excuse he uses. Zuko is pretty sure it's just because Jet thinks it's fun to tease him in bed and that Jet might have developed a taste for pissing him off. Their relationship is still a bit... complicated sometimes.
Now standing, they get lost in making out and rubbing against each other again, really not having gotten very far from their initial position. But like this Jet has full access to grab Zuko’s ass, and touches the soft skin greedily. He gives plenty of attention to the sides and the spot at the top where all the muscles fasten. Then he digs in his thumbs in, and Zuko feels himself twitch under his hands.
We should have days off more often.
Everything is wet, and Jet's fingers easily slide further down to tease. Zuko’s nails dig into his back in response and but Jet seems like he's in no hurry. He can spent forever just touching, but Zuko is already getting impatient. It might not have been his idea to start this, but now that the he's on board he knows what he wants. “Okay, okay enough.” Zuko gasps and kisses Jet one last time before turning around.
He gets on his knees on the ledge, his upper body leaning over the edge of the bassin, so his stomach touches the stone floor. It’s cold against his overheated body, but after being in the hot water it’s almost bliss. He feels Jet’s hand caress his back, trailing further down and grabbing each cheek in his hands. At first he just massages, digging his fingers into the muscle over and over and Zuko groans. Then he splays his hands out wide and spreads Zuko open for him, leaning in so the warm weight of his dick rests right in the middle.
It’s probably for the best that Zuko can hide his face in his arms because his face is boiling with heat. It might be exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t make him feel any less exposed.
Jet lets his hips glide back and forth a few times, just enjoying the position. Zuko growls at him to get a move on and Jet just laughs, but ultimately does as he’s told. He lets his fingers slip into the crease, toying with the tense muscle in the middle. Gently pushing and circling, just teasing instead of doing anything that will actually get them anywhere.
“Jet, for fucks sake,” Zuko complains half-heartedly in what mostly comes out as a whine. It’s not that often they do it in this position, but Jet always loves taking his time, really getting Zuko riled up for it. Zuko looks over his shoulder and he can see how Jet is staring down at where his fingers must be. They are doing it in full light and Zuko realizes he must be able to see everything. So Jet can both see and feel the ring of muscle clench around his finger when he pushes it inside.
“Zuko?”
“Unnh, yes?”
“Let’s say I wanted to try something new…”
“Oh Agni, save me.” He mutters and bonks his head down against his arms. But curiosity gets the best of him. “What?”
Jet doesn’t respond immediately, just bends down and nuzzles the back of his neck. He doesn’t let up on touching his ass either. “Just, tell me when I get too close for comfort?”
“Huh?” Zuko lifts his head and tries to look over his shoulder again. He can feel Jet kissing his shoulder blade and drawing back. Then Jet kisses his upper spine, giving Zuko’s sides a squeeze, before moving his head a lot further down. Jet lets his teeth scrape over the outside of one cheek, making Zuko twitch in surprise. Gentle fingers are still playing with his rim, and Jet's little nibbles on his ass get progressively closer to the middle.
No way. He isn’t...? Zuko thinks, an almost panicky feeling in his chest.
Is Jet really asking for what he thinks? It’s not that he had never thought of it, but until now it had firmly stayed in the category of ‘fantasy-not-reality’ as he figured there was no way it was something people actually did. But maybe, under the right circumstances…
Jet moves even further down, letting his chin rest just over where his finger is still circling gently. Zuko freezes, hands grappling on the ground.
“We good?” Jet asks and waits before doing anything that might not be welcomed. He is so close that his breath is scalding hot on Zuko's wet skin, right where the fingers are softly pushing into him.
Zuko makes an incomprehensible noise at first. Then asks with a weak voice, “You sure this is a good idea?”
“Yeah, pretty sure.” He responds with a laugh in his voice and Zuko can fucking tell that he is smirking. Jet probably knows that he has already won, when he doesn’t immediately gets pushed away. Zuko might seem stuck-up to some people, but he was never actually a prude and he has no problem protesting if there's something he really doesn’t want to do. Sometimes they still fight and then have some pretty aggressive sex, but Jet would absolutely get his assed kick if Zuko wasn’t equally as into it.
Jet doesn't wait for any further permission before he dives in and licks right down the middle. Zuko does a full-body flinch and curses him out colorfully, but doesn’t move away.
His tongue easily glides over the skin, dipping in slightly. It’s a heady feeling having someone so close. Jet explores first with just licking broadly, getting used to it. Zuko can't help the small moans that escape. He knows it will only encourage Jet to keep going.
Slowly Jet lets his tongue firm up, letting it play around the rim in circles, the same way he had with his fingers earlier. Changing it up by shifting between licking and using his lips to graze over the incredibly sensitive skin.
Zuko is softly gasping for air and then as if it wasn't enough, he can feel a hand sneak in between his legs. Zuko is rock-hard, and this time he can literally feel Jet's smirk against his most private parts as the hand strokes him. He has officially been ruined by Jet, who knows his every tell by now.
He doesn't understand how Jet has the coordination to jerk him off while keeping up the work with his mouth, but he's not going to question it.
It doesn’t take long before he’s leaking precum onto Jet’s hand, unconsciously pushing himself back against Jet’s face. He gets lost in it, just letting the intensity build until it’s just a steady rhythm of push-pull. It’s so different to getting fucked the regular way, but it still feels amazing, lighting his nerves up. Zuko can feel how his muscle starts to relax and open up, the longer they do it and Jet is slowly allowed in. Jet uses one hand to hold Zuko open, making space to really lean in and push in as deep as he can. His tongue is barely pushing past the entrance, but it's more than enough to make Zuko shiver at the new feeling.
It's wet and soft and so warm and also making his brain melt into a puddle.
Whatever attempts there might have been at keeping it down are abandoned. Zuko ends up being the one who is loud. Hiding his face in his arms doesn’t even help anymore.
“Fuck, fuck ! Jet please, come on,” Zuko pleads, reaching back and fumbling for Jet's shoulder to squeeze. It’s the unspoken signal to get a move on. For once Jet seems to be on board and doesn't drag it out into a tease.
With a splash he stands up behind Zuko, lines himself up, and just pushes in. They both groan loudly when he bottoms out. Normally he’d go slow and give Zuko time to adjust, but it's really not necessary right now. Zuko is so relaxed that he just opens up and Jet easily slides all the way in.
The tempo turns up quickly as they are too worked up to keep a slow pace.
Jet slides in and out of him and his hands hold onto Zuko’s hips with a firm grip. The heat of the water around his legs and the heat of Jet inside him is glorious. There’s just something about having him like this and letting themselves go.
Zuko is trying to reach down for himself with one hand, but the slick floor is not easy to navigate on and it leaves him lopsided with only one arm to lean on.
“Let me get you there after,” Jet says, barely getting the words out coherently “Promise, just, ah, give me a second.”
Zuko knows he'll deliver on that promise. Jet loves being brought to orgasm with something inside him, but for Zuko it's almost too much sometimes. Luckily for him Jet never leaves him hanging and is happy to give him whatever he wants in the order it's needed. So when Jet speeds up, he just hangs on for the ride with the water sloshing around them. The rhythm becomes erratic and the grip on his hips thightens. He can feel it when Jet comes buried deep inside and it almost gets him over the edge. There's something immensely satisfying about knowing that Jet is coming because of him and he has the proof of it as a very tangible heat right there.
Zuko tries bucking back into him to get just a little more, and Jet lets him, as it pushes him through the last pulses. It's pure instinct and Zuko can't bring himself to stop moving.
“I got you, I got you,” Jet mutters and pulls out clumsily. Can't really blame him if his brain doesn't have much power left to coordinate his limbs after all that. A thin trail of come is dragged down the side of Zuko’s thigh, but the rest stays inside as it should. Zuko will probably never admit it out loud how much he likes this part, but Jet may or may not have caught on to it either way.
They work together to get him flipped over on his back and get Jet between his spread legs. He sits down heavily on the ledge in the water. His face is flushed and his hair is even more of a mess than normally. With the last bit of strength Jet has left, he hoists Zuko’s legs up, resting them over his shoulders.
He bends down and takes the hard and slick member in his mouth, hands searching lower. Simultaneously he lets his face sink down and presses two fingers inside. Zuko’s hands grasp at his unruly hair immediately, tugging him close.
It’s so soft and hot inside his mouth, and when Jet pushes the fingers in deep Zuko lets out a yell, the sound echoing in the room. A violent tremor goes through him and he clamps down on them. He was already so close and it won't take much to get him the rest of the way, so this double attack is not playing fair. Jet pulls his fingers out and his mouth off at the same time, then moves in reverse, letting everything back inside in one movement.
He keeps it up, and Zuko isn’t just slick from spit and water anymore, it’s the come slowly leaking out of him, making everything a slippery mess.
Zuko’s breathing reveals that this is just about to be over. He has gone from loud to just gasping for air, lost in sensation. It starts in his core, going outwards in his body, rolling over him in waves. The combination of Jet’s mouth and getting his buttons pushed just right is too much. His toes curl, his hands clutching at Jet as he falls into it. Jet doesn’t let go, but instead pulls Zuko in deeper, so he doesn’t have to taste it. Usually, he’d pull off, but it seems like he’s feeling generous enough to make an exception today.
Zuko lays there quivering afterward, head filled with a quiet buzz, no movement but still held gently inside the heat of Jet’s mouth, fingers yet to pull out. Jet swallows as a reflex and it tips over into being too sensitive, making him tap out.
For a while, they just lay like that, with Jet’s cheek resting on his hip. Neither of them can bother to move quite yet, slow and sated. Fingers carding through hair and hands tracing over pale legs. Jet’s looking up at him lazily, waiting for Zuko to come back to reality. Zuko’s not usually a fan of making their activities known to the other inhabitants of the palace, and with the echoing going on in this place… Yeah, they were definitely busted.
At least it must have been by someone smart enough to leave when they heard the telltale sounds since no one came in to interrupt.
But when Zuko eventually says something, it’s not about the poor servants having to overhear them for the hundredth time, the possible dishonor, or what have you that might fill up Zuko’s head when Jet isn’t there to distract him.
“You’re right,” Zuko croaks out, voice sounding wrecked “I should have told you about the hot springs sooner.”
Jet just smirks, looking very pleased with himself. “It’s okay. I’ll forgive you if you promise to visit with me again.”