zuko steams when he’s close?! 18+
"you're burning up," you whisper, fingers threading through his raven hair as he presses your back against the silk sheets.
"i know." he grits, "i can't—when i'm with you, i can't control it."
everywhere he touches, heat blooms across your skin like a flower trail. it’s not yet hot enough to be painful, but more-so intense—a delicious warmth that somehow finds it way from your skin to your core. as he pulls your clothes off, one by one, his golden eyes gleam molten, pupils blown with adoration.
"tell me if the heat’s too much, and i’ll stop.." he breathes against your collarbone, that’s when you promptly feel the first wisps of steam curl between your bodies.
your breath halts momentarily. the air around him is shimmering with heat haze, and when his mouth closes over your nipple, you gasp at the scorching warmth of his tongue. he groans against your skin, and more steam rises from his shoulders, his back, dissipating into the air above you.
"z-zuko—" your hands slides down his chest, feeling the rigid muscles, the frantic beat of his heart. his skin is slick with the beginning of sweat, temperature climbing steadily higher.
he pushes inside you in one smooth thrust that has you both crying out. the heat of him was incredible—his dick was warming you from the inside out, filling you with heat only a firebender could provide.
as much as he prides himself on it, zuko's control slips immediately. he sets a desperate pace, hips snapping against yours as he buries his cock in deep again and again. steam pours off his body in waves now, rising in thick clouds that make the air humid and heavy. droplets of condensation form on your skin, mixing with you own juices as the temperature in the room climbs exponentially.
"you feel so good," he groans, voice breaking. his hands adjust to grips your hips, pulling you into each thrust. "so perfect—i can't—"
you could barely breathe in this atmosphere. the steam surrounds you both like an intimate cocoon, and through it you could see zuko above you—face flushed, scar standing out starkly against his reddened skin, dark hair plastered to his forehead. he looks absolutely wild, yet simultaneously beautiful in his loss of control.
your hands slide up his sweat-slicked back and you felt the heat radiating from him in waves. it was like touching a living furnace, but you couldn't let go. you pull him closer, deeper, wanting all of that fire.
"i-i'm close," he warns, voice strangled. "i'm—oh, fuck—"
his rhythm becomes erratic, powerful, each thrust driving you higher, each kiss to your cervix hotter. you could feel his body temperature spiking, the approaching edge of his orgasm.
when you come, clenching tight around him, zuko's control shatters completely.
he thrusts deep one final time and goes rigid, a guttural cry tearing from his throat. the steam explodes from his body in a thick cloud, so dense you couldn't see anything beyond his large silhouette above you. the temperature spikes dramatically—the air around him scorching, his skin blazes against yours as he pulses inside you, lost completely to his release.
gradually, the steam begins to thin. zuko's body temperature drops from scorching, to merely hot, then to warm. he collapses against you, breathing hard.
"i’m sorry," he mumbles against your neck. "i really didn’t mean to—"
"don't apologize." you run your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the lingering warmth. "that was the hottest thing someone’s ever done to me during sex—literally."
he lifts his head to look at you, golden eyes still hazy with afterglow. a small smile tugs at his lips. "you're not burned, are you?"
"nope," you trace the line of his scar gently, "just hot."
zuko huffs a laugh and kisses you softly, “damn right you are.”
i’m dragging him back to the bed by his balls
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