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Thunder continued to crash and roll loudly in the open air outside of the hotel that General Iroh was staying in, the shadow world outside only breaking with the flashing of lightning. But there were not only shadows outside to be found….

Within the confines of the General's room, two shadows danced together in the candlelit room, quietly telling a story of want and love. And though the shadows were silent, the beings from which they were cast were not. The soft smacking of lips battling one another and moans of appreciation echoed about the room, but was drowned out beyond the walls due to the ceaseless rainfall and clapping of thunder.

Bolin's moans were generous and loud, and the only thing louder and more embarrassing to him was his heartbeat. He kissed his older boyfriend passionately as he was being pushed into the bed, easing an ache he hadn't realized he had while adding fuel to another. He gasped in surprise as Iroh's tongue made it's way into his mouth, but he did not falter in the giving of attention, and lightly sucked on the invading muscle. He was rewarded with a low, guttural moan, and a deepening of the already deep kiss. Slowly, tentatively, he placed his hands upon the fire benders chest, nervous fingers shaking as they tried to pop off the buttons to his jacket one by one.

But he just couldn't do it. Iroh, realizing what his young lover was trying to do, pulled away from the boy, allowing them both a much needed moment to catch their breath. Bolin pulled his hands away, and began to stare at his knees, feeling as though he'd somehow messed up. The General raised a hand to Bolin's cheek, and oh so gently brought the earth bender's face up so he could look into those shining green eyes he'd come to adore. "It's okay, Bolin….no need to rush…" he whispered, leaning in to kiss the boy's cheek. "Just take it slow…"

Whether or not they got any further tonight, the fire bender wanted to keep Bolin happy, content, and satisfied. His words had the desired effect, and he watched as Bolin calmed down. "I-I'm sorry…..I just….want to be good enough for you…" the young boy admitted, his insecurities shining through. "…I want to be perfect for you….I don't want to mess anything up…"

Iroh kissed him softly but passionately, and lightly ran his fingers through Bolin's hair. "You already are perfect." he murmured. "That's part of how I fell for you."

And with those few soft spoken words, Bolin could feel his insecurities fall away, allowing room for his courage to grow. This time, he watched his fingers work as he undid the buttons of the General's Jacket, and it wasn't long before the offending bit of clothing was tossed to the floor. Bolin took a moment to admire the sculpted body that was barely hidden behind a form fitting white top, and while he was distracted, Iroh had made quick work of the fastenings of his own top, and his over shirt joined the jacket on the floor.

Slowly and carefully, Iroh ran his fingers down Bolin's muscled torso, giving an appreciative smile to the boy to show that he did indeed enjoy what he saw. After a moment, he slid a cautious hand under the teens under shirt, watching for any sign of discontentment. When he got no such response, he grew bolder, and allowed both hands to go under the shirt, tracing each muscle with his fingertips, and lightly going over the few scars the boy had. He worked so hard every day to get better, and the scars that marred his beautiful skin was part of the price he had to pay. But the General loved them. And when he was finally able to pull the shirt over Bolin's head, he showed his appreciation by dipping his head low, and planting sweet butterfly kisses on and around each scar. "You're so beautiful, Bolin."

Bolin was suddenly glad that the lights were out, because he was sure that if the room was lit by anything more than a few candles, Iroh would notice that his face was redder than the jacket he wore. But even as his embarrassment and nervousness grew, so too did his excitement and anticipation. A shocked moan burst past his lips as the General dipped his tongue out of his mouth to taste the boy's chest, and Bolin was forced to bite his knuckle to fight back any other sounds that wanted to come out as Iroh went lower and lower, kissing, licking and sucking on random bits of flesh as he made his way to the top of the boy's trousers where there now proudly stood a very prominent tent. And as Iroh looked up at the boy's face, wearing a smirk that reached his eyes, Bolin covered his face and wished he could die.

But rather than continue to torture the boy with his ministrations, he pushed himself to his knees, removing his shirt almost nonchalantly once he was sure Bolin was through hiding behind his hands. He gazed down at the awe struck boy and grabbed his recently injured hand. Placing a sweet kiss upon the wound once more, he then led Bolin's strong fingers down until they made contact with his chest. "You can touch me too if you like…"

And oh, did he want to touch this god of a fire bender. Reaching up with both hands, Bolin explored his lovers body, eyes filled with wonder and adoration. As Bolin's hands reached Iroh's hips, he stopped moving. For though his hands landed on hips, his eyes landed a little lower, and they widened in shock when he saw proof of how much the Fire Nation General was enjoying himself. He glanced up when he heard a chuckle, and was met with a brief meeting of their lips.

"And this is only the start, my dearest Bolin."