His head leaned against the stone wall, his hands fumbling through the taller boy's hair. They were both inexperienced, no matter how confident the other boy seemed. His mouth worked wonders though, hot and wet and sliding across where his pants, now carelessly around his ankles, strained and begged to be touched. As his golden gazes bore down into those of earth, he decided that maybe infuriating this stupid, self righteous teen was the best thing that happened to him in Ba Sing Se.












