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Asami padded out of the bathroom, every bone in her body feeling like lead. Iroh was already in bed, gold spectacles perched on the end of his nose, a thick book in hand.
He took a double glance at her as she came to her side of the bed. Warmth bloomed in her chest. After all these years, he still looked at her like it was the first time he’d ever seen her naked.
Asami slipped beneath the covers, relishing the cool silk on her tired muscles. She lay on her side facing him, letting her hand rest on his stomach.
Iroh turned his face toward her. “How was your bath?”
“Not long enough,” Asami sighed, “but the water was getting cold.”
“That’s unfortunate. I could have warmed it up for you.”
He put his hand on her shoulder, rubbing gently. Asami closed her eyes as she felt the gentle heat emanating from his palm.
“That feels nice,” she murmured. “And I needed to get out anyway. I was turning into a prune.”
“Fair enough. You were in there for quite a while. Did it help your stress?”
“Not enough.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Asami trailed her fingers lower down his stomach. “There is.”
With that, she shimmied down, slid over Iroh’s leg, and settled her head against his hip. She pulled down the waist of his shorts until his soft cock was free and took it into her mouth.
Iroh pulled the blanket down until her head was exposed, rubbing his hand over her damp hair.
“Is that what you need?” Iroh asked, his tone gentle.
Asami nodded, her eyes closing again.
“That’s okay. Whatever you need, Asami.”
He returned to his book, still stroking her hair. Asami nestled between his legs, one hand curled under her chin and the other resting on his balls.
She couldn’t explain it, not really, nor would she ever. But something about this was soothing. It could empty her mind, drain the stress from her muscles, and leave her body utterly relaxed. And Iroh didn’t mind, which made her feel less embarrassed about the whole thing. Of course, with his cock in her mouth, there wasn’t much to complain about.
They stayed like that long enough for Iroh’s cock to rise to attention three times. Asami was lulled by his gentle breathing and the soft whisper of turning pages, her mind and body turning to putty.
Occasionally, Iroh would offer quiet murmurs of praise that warmed her.
“That feels so nice.”
“That’s my good girl.”
“Just relax, honey.”
Eventually, Asami fell asleep.