Broh Week 2012
A/N: Warning for smut!
reckless: [rek-lis] adj. utterly unconcerned about the consequences of some action; without caution; careless
"Again, Bolin?" Iroh's breath escapes him in an exasperated huff. "If I didn't know you so well, I'd think you wanted to get caught."
The eartbender quirks an eyebrow, despite the flush in his cheeks. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought you did."
Iroh's eyes sparkle with lust. "Is that so?"
"It is." The earthbender approaches the general; cups him through his uniform. Iroh hisses through his teeth, arching into the touch. "Seems like you're, ah… pleased with my recklessness though." Bolin accentuates every word with a tortuous squeeze.
Iroh nods, mutely, unable to do much else. A heartbeat later, his pants are pooled around his ankles; another, and the skin of the earthbender's rough palm makes contact with his hard member.
"Oh, Agni," Iroh mumbles; Bolin, unsatisfied, drops to his knees and gives the general a long, slow lick. Finally; the desperate moans the earthbender wants to hear.
Iroh's hand fists in his hair, coaxing Bolin's head up and down his throbbing shaft. The heat, the moisture of the earthbender's mouth- Iroh's eyes nearly roll into his head. Bolin hums deep in his throat- a trick the general had taught him- and the pleasure on Iroh's face is exquisite.
A few carresses of a hard tongue later, Iroh explodes; and Bolin doesn't waste a single drop.
"You get a reward for that," Iroh pants, his hand reaching down to trace the line of Bolin's jaw.
Bolin pouts, adorably. "I was hoping you'd say punishment."
Iroh's golden eyes sparkle with renewed lust. "Undress me, then."
Bolin's smirk is slow. "Your wish is my command, General."