He was so prepared for this.
But you just had to spoil the fun, didn't you?
Ever since he proposed, ultimately making you his fianceé, he suddenly couldn't control this feeling inside him that just wants to get a taste of you. Just for one night.
He knew it was wrong to think about this while he even just glanced at your pretty face. But he couldn't help it. The way your voice dropped half an octave when you both lay on your bed half asleep, The way your eyes roam all over his body—he kinda hopes you were thinking about the same thing too.
Til one night he finally managed to win you over.
"W-wish you got to see how pretty you are from up here," He whispers hungrily, his body positioned on top of you whilst he leaned in for another kiss. The way he tasted against your tongue made your vision go hazy, almost letting his hands go unnoticed as it hooks the hem of your shorts.
You pull away for just a moment, your face clearly showing hesitation.
"I- Aang, hold on..."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"... M-maybe we should wait. The wedding's just a few weeks away—"
His expression immediately dims, letting go of your shorts so slowly like he didn't even want to in the first place.
"—And I know how much your customs mean to you, so.." You added. And it felt like the world was teasing him.
"R-Right... Yeah.. My cus... toms..." He lowers his head to nuzzle the crook of your neck, too shy to show his face now.
What else was he supposed to say when his boxers were practically soaked with precum and his body was warm like crazy?
He couldn't imagine how silly he looked now. Shirtless, sweaty, blushing like a mess, his boner painfully obvious against his shorts.
Must this wedding really be this important?
