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My Sweet Prince	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male Views: 18291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My Sweet Prince
Chapter Two
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Zuko was silent for several long moments as he thought about what his uncle wanted to do, and the implications that arose from such a possibility of a situation like that. His sphincter still tingled from Uncle's firm and careful attentions, and he swallowed as he was unable to stop the mental image of the older Prince taking him. Briefly he shook his head no, though he didn't put as much effort in it as he might or should have.
“You sure? You might like it. Having the sphincter and pleasure spot pounded on can be quite invigorating.” Iroh coaxed, his smile faintly lecherous.
“But... I mean. I shared pleasure with you... don't you want me to do the same?” Zuko asked. He feared that if Uncle did what he wanted, their relationship might be irrevocably changed.
“You will be sharing pleasure with me, but it will be enjoyable for us both.” Iroh promised. The prince gave out a shiver as he felt the warm hand caress his hip and rear end.
“Say yes Zuko, it is such a simple little request, hmm?” the older Prince murmured as he licked at the hollow behind his nephew's ear before sucking on the lobe. The younger Firebender's resistance slowly slid away as he felt his uncle's warm body press against his in a comforting embrace. He had been hugged by Iroh before and had always enjoyed it, and the comfort that the embrace gave him caused him to relax visibly.
“If... If I say yes, will things change?”
“Change?” Iroh asked, actually confused, “Change how, Zuko?”
“Uh. I'm not sure. Things would be different between us. If we did that.”
“Of course they would be.” Iroh admitted, running his hands along the boy's toned body, “I would love you more, and still protect and teach you as I’ve always done, but I would carry this special secret, as would you.”
Of course it would be a secret. Who could they tell? Zuko murmured softly as his uncle nibbled along his ear, a firm hand stroking along the flat stomach of his nephew. Surely, this would be special, a older person teaching a younger person something they needed to know. Hopefully, it would give Zuko confidence so when the Prince found someone he liked, he wouldn't be so shy.
Iroh, when he was sure that Zuko wasn’t going to bolt for it, took the youth's hands in his. He tugged them, guiding Zuko to help him undress, “Don’t be shy, nephew.” he encouraged the younger man as together they removed his clothing.
Zuko's hands were nimble, but he took his time, undoing the sash of the robe and letting it fall open. Under it was a shirt and loose pants. Iroh slid off the shirt, and helped the Prince undo the sash of his pants. His endowment was impressive but not ridiculously so – apparently it ran in the family, Zuko thought with a blush as he thought of his own manhood and how it had grown since that fateful night.
Iroh smiled, nodding his head as he pressed Zuko back into the bed. He continued to show the scarred boy the gentle affection the youth had become accustomed to, and settled himself between Zuko’s spread legs, grabbing the ointment that he had been using earlier and spreading that over his throbbing manhood. The younger Prince had to admit he found the sight interesting and watched as Iroh carefully applied it to himself, pulling back the foreskin and massaging himself along the entire length.
“Should... I be on my hands and knees?” Zuko queried as he watched his uncle stroke himself with the oil.
“No, we can do it this way, though we can switch to it if you'd like.” Iroh offered. He smiled at his soon-to-be lover, before placing a pillow under the youth's buttocks and spreading him open.
“Now, this will hurt slightly at first, but it will get more pleasurable.”
Zuko nodded, swallowing thickly. The fingers had hurt too at first, but it had felt incredible, and Uncle had never lied to him. He moaned softly when the older man inserted two fingers again, this time scissoring them, and he arched off the blanket, biting his lip.
Iroh continued to stretch Zuko, also caressing that little pleasure spot and making the youth gasp softly. When the older Firebender was certain that Zuko was ready – and the look of relaxation and enjoyment on the youth's face was a very good indication of that – he pulled his fingers out, and positioned himself to enter the prince. Pressing forward, Iroh slowly sheathed the head of his manhood in his nephew's entrance, even going as far as the grab the boy's reawakened arousal.
Zuko shivered and moaned, gritting his teeth slightly as he felt a hand wrap around his shaft. He clenched around the intruder. Not all of it was in yet, just the head and a bit more than that, and he arched just slightly as his uncle continued to press forward, slowly but surely. It hurt as his sphincter muscles stretched, but he exhaled and forced himself to relax, concentrating on the feeling of being played with.
Finally Iroh was seated on his knees and fully sheathed. He had to restrain himself from moving, but dear Agni, it was hard. Zuko was so tight, his beautiful young body constricting around the older man's throbbing organ. The older Firebender had to take a deep breath and relax. Leaning down, he rained feather light kisses on Zuko's throat and jawline.
“Let me know when you are ready for me to move.”
Zuko nodded almost wearily as Iroh slowly pumped him. The hand was so warm, and strangely, the situation felt good. He was with someone he trusted, someone who would never abuse him. He let out a slow sigh, gathering his thoughts almost as if meditating, as his uncle smiled down at him in a calm and patient manner. The younger Firebender squirmed around just slightly, feeling Iroh’s manhood in him as he did so.
“Go ahead.” he murmured, finally opening his eyes again.
Iroh slowly pulled out, then back in, starting up a slow rhythm. He had to pause in his ministrations to Zuko, shifting the young man’s hips for deeper penetration and aiming for Zuko’s prostate. When he found it he knew from his nephew's eager reaction, and he continued to pound into the boy's sweet ass, murmuring loving words to his precious prince.
He would always love and cherish Zuko. Zuko was his son – for Lu Ten was dead, and Ozai certainly was no father to this handsome Prince. He was also a boy who needed to know he was loved and cared for – Agni knew how much Ozai and Azula damaged his self-confidence, and this fucking scarring and exile only exacerbated the situation. There were many times that Iroh regretted that he hadn't contested his younger brother for the title of Fire Lord. He would have adopted Zuko as his heir, and both of them would have been happy. Alas, it was too late to worry about such things now. And besides, he had already adopted this boy, even if it wasn't formal.
Zuko leaned his head against Uncle's hand as the older man caressed his cheek, and this warmed the older man's heart.
Iroh reached between their bodies, grabbing Zuko’s manhood, and started stroking it in time to his thrusts. Slowly his hips started picking up speed, and he continued to rain affection on the youth, until he was kissing the youth's face, inadvertently approaching the youth's lips. He had forgotten his nephew's earlier admonition, and started to kiss the corner of the boy's lips before he felt the body under him stiffen.
Zuko shivered and gasped, breaking the kiss and shaking his head. Somehow, kisses on the lips felt too personal for him, even though Iroh was fucking him and stroking his manhood. He hoped his uncle would understand that.
The older man stared at him for a moment before nodding, murmuring a soft apology before he trailed his lips down Zuko’s neck, sucking upon his flesh. The older Prince continued to thrust into the prince’s plaint body, his hand stroking the raven-haired youth's manhood. He did murmur affectionate words to his nephew as he trailed his lips across the young man’s flesh.
Zuko for the most part did not speak, but the pliancy of his body, and his responsiveness to his uncle as well as the haze of pleasure in his eyes, told the older man all he needed to know. The movements continued, and in time, the Prince started to rock his hips as he gained confidence.
Iroh enjoyed the pleasure that his nephew's responsiveness and reciprocation granted him, his moans becoming louder as his climax approached. He shifted Zuko with one arm, to better penetrate the youth. He felt the fire coiling in the pits of his stomach and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. He slammed into Zuko roughly – but the Prince offered not one word of complaint and eagerly thrust back, his breathing becoming ragged.
Mmm. Agni above. Iroh was lost in a haze of bliss, and his hands roved along the Prince, hugging him tightly as release came, his very being seeming to pour into the handsome youth who had willingly opened himself.
Zuko arched almost violently when he felt the release – his rear tunnel was suddenly exploding with warmth, and he spat out just a small amount of smoke as he clenched around his uncle – his uncle was so wonderful with thrusting and touching and genuine concern, bringing him untold pleasure, and being filled with this warmth was also nice.
Iroh continued to thrust gently, lifting himself so that he could return his attention to Zuko's need. He used Firebending to warm his hand and went back to playing with Zuko, pumping the youth firmly as he writhed around.
The younger male arched again, spitting out a bit of fire, careful to not hurt his uncle as he came. It was a hell of a lot better than pumping himself, and his orgasm also seemed to last longer as the hand continued to work him, drawing out the pleasure.
Iroh pumped Zuko a few more times, then raised his hand to his mouth, licking Zuko’s seed from his fingers. Carefully he pulled out of Zuko, and sat back, tired from their activities.
“Better, my prince?” he asked softly.
Zuko nodded dumbly, glancing at his uncle with half-lidded eyes. He remained hard for a bit more, before his penis slowly softened. He lay a hand on his stomach, taking a deep breath, processing the events that had transpired just now.
“Well, perhaps it is best I take my leave.” Iroh groaned as he stood up, looking for his clothes. “Probably should get cleaned up too.” he added as he looked around.
Zuko nodded silently. Part of him wished for his uncle to stay, but after something like this, perhaps it was better to be alone and process what had just happened. The entire area between his legs felt warm – inside and out. He felt sated and contented, and knew he would sleep well tonight. He'd worry about what he had done in the morning – right now he was simply going to enjoy the afterglow and savor the comfort he had received.
Iroh got dressed swiftly, glancing at Zuko with a frown. Once clothed, he turned to Zuko, laying a kiss on the prince’s head.
“Forgive me, Zuko.” he whispered. Zuko glanced up at him curiously, but said nothing. Rather, he reached out to squeeze his uncle's hand. The older Firebender let out a small sigh before smiling and nodding. He pulled the blanket over his nephew.
“Good night, my sweet prince.” With that, he left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
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