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Katara bit her lower lip to silence the whimper that threatened to escape, her back arching as another jolt of pleasure shot through her body.
The prince’s golden eyes gleamed brighter than normal in the darkness, burning like the barely contained flames that danced just beneath his skin.
But he controlled them for the time being, intently watching her reaction to his touch instead, studying the flush painted on her cheeks that now spread throughout her chest.
Encouraged, his warm fingers continued stroking between her thighs, gliding through the slickness coating her folds, pausing just long enough to swirl his thumb over her swollen bud.
That earned Zuko a barely stifled moan, and the corners of his mouth stretched even further upwards into a wicked grin. Her lashes fluttered, her pupils blown wide open as she gazed up at him in adoration.
“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he whispered, his cock twitching involuntarily when she eagerly nodded. “Want me to do it again?”
She nodded once more and started to open her mouth to breathe out a yes or maybe even a fuck, yes before he cut the plea short, his lips crashing against hers.
Her hands flew to his face, cradling his jawline and gasping into his mouth when he swiped across her clit again, applying just enough pressure to make Katara shudder and moan into his mouth.
He repeated the motion, rubbing the pads of his fingertips a bit harder against her bundle of nerves, over and over as her hips canted towards him.
“So good,” she moaned softly between kisses, writhing beneath him as a familiar pressure started building up again in her lower stomach. “Just like that, keep going…”
But to her immense frustration he slowed down instead, that same damned smirk etched across his face.
~*~*~
It was all she could do not to screech out loud in protest, except that would have woken up their friends scattered throughout the rest of his family’s beach house.
While the others probably suspected they were finally a couple now, Katara certainly didn’t want their suspicions to be confirmed by overhearing and catching the two of them in bed together.
It had been difficult enough waiting for him to sneak over to her bedroom earlier tonight, expertly avoiding the squeakiest floorboards lest he wake their friends up and subject them both to their eternal teasing.
Now, though, Zuko was making it as difficult as possible for her to keep quiet like it was some sort of game, that smug jerk.
“Yes?” he murmured, kissing the side of her throat. “Something you wanted to say?”
Oh, he was a dead man whenever she got the chance to retaliate.
Right now, however, she had more important matters to attend to.
While she usually wasn’t one to resort to begging, this would have to be the one exception. She’d worry about her pride later.
“Please,” she whined again, shivering as his strokes slowed even more against her bud. “That felt so good, please…”
“Please, what?” he retorted, all but stilling his fingers entirely as they lay nestled in the heat between her thighs. “You know the rules of the game. If you want more, first I want to hear you scream out my name.”
She grinned up at him, even though she was mentally calculating the ways to make him pay for this. Katara was already envisioning sucking him hard enough that he roared and breathed flames later, so much so that his back would arch clean off the bed.
“But then someone might hear,” she protested, putting on an almost believable pout that would have fooled lesser men. “And then you’d win.”
Therein lied the true root of the conflict – as badly as she needed him to keep going, there was no way Katara was ready to admit defeat.
At least, not yet.
Sometime after they first started sleeping together, they devised a game – if he could get Katara off without her saying his name at all, she’d win.
If she so much as whispered it, though, not to mention sobbed or screamed it, then the victory would automatically go to Zuko, and vice versa whenever she sucked him off.
Admittedly she was much better at beating him when it was her turn, especially whenever she swirled streams of heated water up and down his shaft, mimicking the feeling of her mouth and hands.
So far this week they had volleyed wins back and forth, until they were currently tied three-three.
Hence why winning this round was of the utmost importance to both of them – bragging rights were on the line.
“Precisely,” he replied, licking his lips as they curled into a sneer over his teeth. “You’ve been a worthy opponent, but it’s my turn now to win.”
Katara shook her head, smirking up at him.
“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that if you expect me to – oh.”
That train of thought died off as dangerously sharp teeth nipped lightly at the soft skin of her neck. Then his mouth covered the bite mark and languidly started to suck, exhaling hot breaths against her flesh that sent chills rushing down her spine.
Fuck, she thought to herself weakly, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be swept away by the sensation, moaning softly in spite of herself.
He might actually just win this round after all…
~*~*~
To his credit, Zuko decided to end her torment and resumed building up a steady rhythm stroking her folds, which was still far too slowly for her liking.
She rolled her hips forward against his fingers, desperate to create some friction, and he allowed her to rut herself into the palm of his hand as he continued adorning every inch of her throat with his mark.
Yet he never pushed inside where she needed him the most, and her impatience was going to be her undoing if he kept this sweet torture up.
He had apparently picked up a few tricks from watching her waterbending, using the flow of an opponent’s attacks against them. Now, he was drawing things out and making her almost frantic enough to trip up, turning her need into a weakness.
If she hadn’t been so desperate for release, she would have been impressed.
Sensing she was going to have to work hard for this victory, Katara exhaled to steady herself, trying her best to keep her voice down.
“I know what you’re doing,” she gasped out after a particularly hard rub against her clit that coincided with a sharp suck to her neck. “You’re stalling.”
That got him to pause, chuckling against her throat before he lifted his head, examining her face curiously in the moonlight.
“How’s that?”
Katara batted her lashes innocently, putting on her most disarming smile.
“Because you know that you won’t last long once you’re inside me,” she breathed, wiggling her hips against his hand, which had suddenly stilled. “You’re picturing it now, aren’t you? Me surrounding and squeezing every inch of your big, thick cock…”
This was the first time she’d ever said anything so filthy, and her chest swelled with pride upon seeing his mouth fall open in shock and his eyes widen in mixture of bewilderment and arousal.
“…I’m so wet and empty,” she whined, biting at her lower lip as she rutted her core against his now-shaking fingers. “You can feel how soaked I am, can’t you? And it’s all for you, my prince. I can’t wait to pull you inside me…”
By now he had caught on to her scheme, and he was outright panting trying to restrain himself, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes.
“Cheater,” he growled.
While getting her to say his name would count as a win for Zuko, getting him to slip up and lose all composure like he was dangerously close to doing now would switch it to a victory for her instead and it would count double the points.
She shrugged as nonchalantly as possible for one who was so wound up.
“Maybe you should punish me then.”
Katara had thought his eyes couldn’t grow any wider or his jaw drop even more, but apparently she was wrong.
With a haughty grin, she let out a breathy moan into the space between them for good measure, one she knew would go right to his throbbing length as she continued.
“I want you to punish me. Take me over and over until I’m screaming your name…”
“Ka – sweetheart,” he warned, catching himself just in time. “Better watch yourself. You’re on thin ice.”
She blinked up at him, pouting again.
“So you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me until you fill me up? You don’t want to release inside my warm, soaking wet cunt so much that it drips out – oh, fuck, fuck!”
He clearly had heard more than enough and effectively silenced her taunts by sinking his almost unbearably warm fingers back into her core, while his thumb resumed stroking her clit.
Now that was more like it, and she didn’t even try to hold back the loud whimper while he fucked her hard with his hand.
While she had succeeded in catching him off-guard, she’d also teased and pushed him over the line, and now he was indeed making her pay.
And she was loving every moment of it.
To hell if she woke everyone else up – at this point, Katara didn’t care, because his strokes were so deep and felt so fucking good pumping mercilessly inside of her that she no longer worried about being caught.
He gritted his teeth as his movements sped up, curling his finger upwards inside over and over, pressing down in just the right spot until she was reduced to near sobs.
So close, she was so close…
… and then he stopped.
~*~*~
Her eyes flew open and a cry of protest started to pass her lips before he ducked his head and captured her mouth with his, barely stifling it in time.
She nipped on his lower lip, glaring up at him, while he feigned innocence and continued kissing her like he hadn’t just cut off her impending orgasm at the last possible second.
Eventually he pulled back, his eyes glowing in the darkness as he bared his teeth in a predatory snarl above her.
“Say it,” he ordered.
Katara still had the presence of mind to shake her head, even as she chewed on her lip and exhaled through her nose.
Then she choked out a sob when he withdrew his fingers from her core altogether while keeping his eyes fixed on hers, lazily sucking her juices off of them one by one until they were clean.
Oh, this was cruelty of the best kind.
All she could do was whine pitifully, writhing helplessly as he again commanded her to give up.
Once more she refused, even as tears welled up and escaped out of the corners of her eyes.
His facade cracked for just a moment, a look of concern replacing it to make sure she was still okay.
“Too much?” he whispered, scanning her face for signs of discomfort.
She shook her head, smiling.
“I’m good, you can keep going.”
He pressed a tender kiss on her trembling lips, then ventured down to plant more along the delicate skin on her throat.
“Are you sure? If you need me to ease up – ”
“I’m still good, I promise. Just got caught up in the moment. Please keep going.”
Encouraged, he let out a deep breath and peppered more kisses all over her face.
A moment later he slipped back into his role, his features hardening as he bared his teeth like a predator about to go in for the kill, exhaling twin streams of smoke while he growled down at her.
“Say it.”
This time she giggled, shaking her head.
“Nu-uh. Looks like you’ll have to make me.”
“Now that can be arranged…”
As her lips parted for some retort, she lost her train of thought altogether as he shimmied down and settled between her legs, curling his arms around her thighs to spread her wide open like a feast waiting to be consumed.
“Last chance, sweetheart. Say it.”
“… no,” she taunted breathlessly.
Then Katara squealed louder than she meant to as his tongue slid deep within and up her folds, bringing her the barest measure of relief.
She clutched at the bed sheets and choked back sobs as he repeated the action again and again, until actual tears of frustration slipped out of her eyes.
His tongue lapped at her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, growling with need from time to time as he rutted his hips against the mattress, seeking some form of solace for his aching cock.
Once again he brought her to the breaking point but stopped at the last possible second, and she bit back a scream of protest.
After an unbearably long pause, she felt a hot breath of air on her soaked, quivering center and heard his husky voice, sounding rougher than she’d have thought possible, snarling from somewhere down between her thighs.
“Say my name.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate for a moment.
Hell, at this point she would have screamed anything if he asked her to.
“Zuko, please!”
She barely had time to notice the look of triumph in his eyes before he accepted her terms of surrender and immediately dove back in to devour her alive, sucking and tasting and drinking in every last drop.
The harder she thrashed above him and pulled at his hair, the tighter his grip on her thighs grew, as did the ruthlessness of his attacks, spurred on by her shuddered cries of ecstasy.
Then he rendered her speechless momentarily when his heated fingers resumed thrusting inside her once more, curling upwards.
Katara was quickly reduced to sobbing uncontrollably as he teased her spot again and again until she was forced to clasp her palms over her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the sounds.
Her head lolled back against the pillow, and her entire body trembled as he pumped even faster and harder while rubbing her bundle of nerves furiously.
Fire was the element of power, and she had no choice but to let him dominate her completely.
Katara found herself choking out his name over and over as the pressure built up, begging him for more even though she was certain she would die from the sheer pleasure once her body finally reached its climax.
So close, she almost couldn’t take it anymore –
Somehow she managed to yank the pillow out from underneath her just in time, biting it to stifle her euphoric sobs as she came hard pulsating around his fingers.
She shuddered almost violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, even briefly blacking out at one point.
~*~*~
When she came to, Katara was faintly aware that he had licked off his fingers once more and climbed back up the bed, now clutching her protectively within a safe embrace.
“I’ve got you, Katara, it’s okay,” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he willed himself not to erupt just yet, peppering kisses all over her face. “I’m right here…”
His body absorbed the last of her aftershocks, trembling alongside her until both finally stilled.
It took her a minute or two before she was able to form a coherent thought, much less words, and even then she barely managed it.
“… wow,” she whispered, grinning up at him.
All of his earlier bravado and arrogance had faded away, replaced by his usual tenderness that came out when the two of them were alone away from prying eyes.
He hugged her tightly and pressed more kisses to her panting mouth.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “Was that too rough, or…?”
Katara shook her head, giggling softly.
“That was perfect,” she breathed, snuggling up into his embrace and soaking in the warmth of his body. “That was so good, fuck… so good…”
A look of relief washed over his features and he let out a sigh, squeezing her limp body gently in his arms while her shaking arms wrapped around his neck.
“Good,” he whispered, nuzzling his face beside hers. “For a moment there I thought I went too far.”
She grinned, stroking his messy hair back from his face.
“I liked it,” she assured him softly. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind trying something like that out again in the future… you growling over me, ordering me around…”
His entire face turned pink despite their recent activities, and he chuckled.
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Zuko whispered.
A comfortable silence fell over them, and eventually their breathing slowed down to normal as they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms.
“Also… I think it’s safe to say you won that round,” she admitted some minutes later, albeit begrudgingly. “You’re in the lead now, four to three.”
Somehow, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes upon seeing the sudden haughtiness spreading throughout his face or the way his chest puffed out just a bit.
He allowed himself a moment or three to relish in his victory before he spoke, ducking his head beside hers to whisper in her ear, letting his voice drop an octave.
“Maybe there’s a way we can even the score,” he teased. “Feeling up to it?”
Katara burst into giggles again, rolling her eyes as she nudged Zuko over onto his back.
“I’m going to make you pay for that, you know,” she taunted, beaming down at him.
“Good,” he rasped, chest rising and falling in anticipation. “You better.”
She leaned over him, wrapping her soft, slender fingers around his hot, aching length and began stroking, amused that it took less than a minute for him to clench his jaw and appear to be on the verge of combusting already.
Suddenly, Katara was struck by a wicked idea.
“How about we make things interesting?” she whispered, nipping at the place on his neck that guaranteed her a groan of pleasure. “Double points or nothing if I can get you off in less than three minutes and have you calling out my name.”
He raised himself up on his elbows, wearing a smirk that matched her own.
"You're on, sweetheart," he challenged. "But don't think I'll just roll over and let you beat me."
Katara merely tossed her hair over her shoulders haughtily, shimmying down the bed to lick a stripe up the length of his aching cock.
“Oh, I'm definitely going to beat you, so brace yourself,” she warned, grinning as innocently as possible. “It’s your turn now. Ready?”
Zuko nodded, burying his fingers in her messy chestnut-brown strands and groaning as her mouth wrapped around him for a warm, wet and all-too-brief suck.
Then she released him with a lewd pop, her sapphire eyes shimmering in the darkness above him.
“Say my name.”