[Jeongdao Week Fic] Self-Control
Title: Self-Control
Prompt: Forge
Characters: Jeong Jeong/Piandao, past Pakku/Jeong Jeong
Word Count: 300+
Rating: R
Summary: Firebenders have no self-control.
Author's Notes: Couldn't have done this without suzukiblu and dark_puck.
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Jeong Jeong paused in the doorway of the forge, eyes drawn to the line of Piandao's back as his friend worked at the forge. Muscle shifted under skin as he brought a hammer down on a length of metal. Skin gleamed with sweat, and the spill of light from the forgefire burnished his skin to bronze.
Delicious.
Twisting arousal sank low in his belly, rose in his throat, the spreading heat like fire suddenly finding air and life. Like a forest fire building to an inferno, starving and yearning for more, always for more- No matter how much control he had over himself, these moments always burned it to ashes and cinders.
Firebenders had no self-control, not when it mattered.
*
An angry young waterbender shoving a young firebender soldier down, ice manacles holding fire-death away. The soldier is hard and wild and needing-
"Are all firebenders such whores?" The waterbender demands in scorn.
"Yes."
*
The Earth Kingdom had taught him silence in motion, if it taught him nothing else. The first warning Piandao got was his hand on his friend's hip, and his mouth at his neck.
Piandao froze. "Jeong Jeong?"
He scraped teeth against his friend's skin, felt Piandao shudder back against him. "Mm?"
"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but I'm working on a sword."
"It can wait." He wrapped one hand around Piandao's waist, rubbed him through his pants.
"-No, Jeong Jeong. That's not how sword-making works." Piandao's breath hitched and he pressed into his hand. "It's really not- ah!"
Jeong Jeong licked where he'd bitten. "Piandao...."
He felt his friend's cock twitch through the fabric of his pants.
"Don't say my name like that," Piandao said huskily.
"Piandao...." Jeong Jeong blazed as Piandao twisted in his embrace, one hand tangling in his hair and yanking him into a brutal kiss.
People of the Fire Nation who could not firebend weren't too good with self-control either.
-End-
Prompt: Forge
Characters: Jeong Jeong/Piandao, past Pakku/Jeong Jeong
Word Count: 300+
Rating: R
Summary: Firebenders have no self-control.
Author's Notes: Couldn't have done this without suzukiblu and dark_puck.
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Jeong Jeong paused in the doorway of the forge, eyes drawn to the line of Piandao's back as his friend worked at the forge. Muscle shifted under skin as he brought a hammer down on a length of metal. Skin gleamed with sweat, and the spill of light from the forgefire burnished his skin to bronze.
Delicious.
Twisting arousal sank low in his belly, rose in his throat, the spreading heat like fire suddenly finding air and life. Like a forest fire building to an inferno, starving and yearning for more, always for more- No matter how much control he had over himself, these moments always burned it to ashes and cinders.
Firebenders had no self-control, not when it mattered.
*
An angry young waterbender shoving a young firebender soldier down, ice manacles holding fire-death away. The soldier is hard and wild and needing-
"Are all firebenders such whores?" The waterbender demands in scorn.
"Yes."
*
The Earth Kingdom had taught him silence in motion, if it taught him nothing else. The first warning Piandao got was his hand on his friend's hip, and his mouth at his neck.
Piandao froze. "Jeong Jeong?"
He scraped teeth against his friend's skin, felt Piandao shudder back against him. "Mm?"
"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but I'm working on a sword."
"It can wait." He wrapped one hand around Piandao's waist, rubbed him through his pants.
"-No, Jeong Jeong. That's not how sword-making works." Piandao's breath hitched and he pressed into his hand. "It's really not- ah!"
Jeong Jeong licked where he'd bitten. "Piandao...."
He felt his friend's cock twitch through the fabric of his pants.
"Don't say my name like that," Piandao said huskily.
"Piandao...." Jeong Jeong blazed as Piandao twisted in his embrace, one hand tangling in his hair and yanking him into a brutal kiss.
People of the Fire Nation who could not firebend weren't too good with self-control either.
-End-