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Katara shuffles papers at her desk with a sigh. It's 4:52 pm and she's ready to go home. Most her coworkers at the social work firm left for the holidays already, but Katara stayed behind to finish up some paperwork that needed to be completed. She's got about 4 more stacks of cases and paperwork to complete before she feels she is adequately caught up with her work.
A knock on her office door startles her.
"Hey beautiful, thought you might need some cheering up," a husky voice calls to her.
She looks up from the stacks of papers and sees her boyfriend, Zuko, bundled up in his winter coat and crimson scarf, and snow dampening his shiny black hair. He holds a bouquet of flowers in his hand with a little card mounted above the petals.
Katara sighs and leaps from her chair. Zuko steps in and is immediately greeted with a soft warm kiss to the lips.
"Almost done," she murmurs, eyelids half closed, "I wanted to finish up some paperwork to be processed so I don't have to do it when we return from our long holiday weekend."
Zuko pecks her forehead. "Take all the time you need babe, but I should let you know I've got a special night planned for you."
As she signs more paperwork at her desk, she offers a quick, "Hm?"
"I know you've been stressed lately and have had a few pretty tough cases in the last month. Tonight is all about you," Zuko offers and he sets the bouquet in the chair next to him as he sits down.
She looks up between files and notices his lip is quirked at the corner, like he's got some dirty secret he can't wait to share with her. Katara narrows her eyes.
"5 minutes, and we can go."
By the time Katara locks up her office and the firm's doors, it's 35 minutes later, but Zuko waits patiently. He knows how big a perfectionist she is and how passionate she is about helping others and their families. But tonight he wants to show her how passionate he is for her, and to make her feel relaxed and treasured.
He orders a cab for them to take from the Middle Ring of Ba Sing Se to their shared penthouse in the Upper Ring.
They take the elevator to their floor, but when the doors open Katara is shocked to find sultry jazz is playing through the Bose speakers, candles are lit everywhere, and a bottle of wine and a charcuterie board await her on the island. The Christmas tree sparkles in the corner of the Great room, Zuko's presents wrapped neatly beneath and Katara's wrapped in the bags. The air smells like peppermint candles and fresh pine.
Zuko takes her coat and helps her out of her shoes, planting a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh while he kneels.
She whimpers. "Later," she breathes, "but I've got a date with your charcuterie board and this Pinot Noir right now."
He slinks behind her as she munches on a piece of cheese and a grape, leaning against the island in their kitchen.
Katara feels Zuko's erection as he presses against her, swaying slightly to the jazzy Christmas song on the speaker. His nimble fingers work their way up her lean waist and to the juncture between her shoulders.
"Babe, you're so tense," he murmurs in her ear, "Come with me sweetheart, I want to show you something."
He pours her glass of wine and grinds against her slowly, letting her feel his need for her.
Zuko brushes her luscious chocolate locks down one shoulder and leaves a trail of soft, wet kisses on the exposed skin. Eyes half closed, he reaches around Katara and dips his pinky into her the cream cheese dip on the charcuterie board and brings it to her lips, a silent request through his gesture.
Katara sighs contentedly and parts her lips for him, his pinky sliding in slowly, and a moan escapes his lips when she closes hers and sucks. His free hand reaches around Katara, trails up her toned stomach, and cups her breast over her shirt.
"Relax, baby, I'm going to take care of you," he whispers in a low voice, promising, and she hums around his finger in response.
He gently pulls his pinky out and pulls a silk scarf out of his back pocket.
"Close your eyes, sweetheart," and Zuko ties the blindfold around her.
Lust pools in Katara's belly, she can feel herself getting wet for him. Zuko knows how she loves relinquishing control to him sexually, and he's more than happy to oblige. She trusts him implicitly.
As he fastens the blindfold, her fingers unbutton her top buttons on the navy blouse she wears, surely giving him a peek at her cleavage.
He huffs from behind her. In one fell swoop motion he scoops her up and carries her across their penthouse.
Gently he stands her aright at the threshold of their bedroom, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"I've got a present for you, sweetheart," he rasps in a low voice, "you can say no, but I promise we'll both make you feel the best you ever have."
The blindfold is off and Katara adjusts her eyes to the lighting. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open.
There, naked on their bed with a rose in his mouth and big red bow wrapped around his dick is Zuko's college roommate and best friend, Jet.
Jet and Zuko are almost the same height, but Jet has a darker tan closer to Katara's, shaggy dark brown locks, hard and sharp features like Zuko, and the most delicious abs Katara's been fantasizing about since she first met both boys. Jet looks like he could be one of those sexy fire fighters holding baby kittens and puppies against his naked upper body. Katara has fantasized over the years about how it would feel to run her tongue over the divets in Jet's washboard abs, how it would feel to take his cock as he fucked her into the mattress from above.
Now this man of her fantasies lays naked in her bed, a present from her boyfriend, as they've discussed maybe bringing another partner into bed. Katara had wanted to be with another man, to be shared between two gorgeous, generous, and very capable men, but admittedly she never thought Zuko would have picked Jet.
Her clit throbs and no one has even touched her yet.
"Hello, Princess," Jet purrs, and he reaches to pump his thick cock languidly, the bow staying perfectly fastened, "long time, no see, Katara."
She's speechless, and Zuko smirks.
"You can back out now, babe," Zuko tells her as he deftly unzips her pencil skirt, "or you can ask Jet to come here and help me undress you."
She looks at her boyfriend curiously and shakes her head. Zuko tends to be the jealous type, so she treads this deal cautiously.
"It's okay," he chuckles, "I want to watch you for a while."
Jet is off the bed seconds later, and his proud cock swings with the natural motions of his gait.
Katara gulps. He might not he as long as Zuko, but he has a thickness Zuko doesn't. She can't wait to feel him inside her.
She's staring at Jet, and then his finger tilts her head up to him. "Can I kiss you, Katara?" Jet murmurs, brown eyes searing her cerulean.
She nods and closes her eyes the second his lips meet hers.
Jet slides his tongue into Katara's mouth and she moans, her palms coming to touch his sculpted abs, abs Katara has dreamed of feeling under her tongue's touch, and they're every bit as defined as in her imagination. His hands reach around to cup her full ass cheeks, kneading the firm flesh. Katara moans and rolls her hips against his throbbing length.
"Fuck. Jet, I want more," she whispers and blushes as she sucks softly on the skin at the base of his collarbone. "I want you both so badly."
Jet smirks. "Oh you'll have me plenty, princess. Zuko tells me you've been having a - hard - time of it and I'm here to help him help you relax. Feel good."
She nods.
In a lower sultry voice, he says, "But don't you worry, by the time we're through with you tonight you won't remember your own name..."
She makes a whimpering sound and tries to rub her thighs together to satisfy her need for friction.
He tilts her chin up to him. "Is that something you want, princess? To give us control? To let us both fuck you so well you won't be able to think of anything else but us?"
Katara nods, and Jet dips his head in for another wet kiss.
From behind her, Zuko's fingers work her blouse, and they shrug it off her and toss it somewhere in the corner. He leaves her in stockings and her lacy red bra and thong. His fingers knock off Jet's, and Zuko kneads Katara's perfect bottom, gently biting one cheek and giving it a light slap.
"Bed, sweetheart," he orders in a low voice, "be a good girl and spread your legs so Jet can taste you."
Katara keens at his words, nearly doubling over in eager anticipation. How many times has Katara left a meeting with Jet feeling nothing more than a simmering heat burn through her veins. How many times over the years had she gone home and touched herself, wondering what it would be like if Jet ate her, if he fucked her, driving her into the mattress over and over until she begged for sweet release. They always had chemistry, but she met Zuko first and always maintained clear boundaries out of respect for their relationship. Jet also had a reputation in college for sleeping with any one and any thing that moved. Curiosity killed the cat with Katara as she often found herself wondering if the rumors of Jet's prowess and skill were true.
Tonight she would find out.
A sting from a handslap on her ass snaps Katara out of her thoughts. "I said bed, sweetheart," Zuko reminds her sternly.
Katara gets a wicked idea. She does as she's told and lays on the bed, her back facing Zuko. She lays with her head dangling off, her hair falling in a luscious cascade of chocolate, and she points at Zuko upside down and curls it at him in a "Come hither" motion with a smirk on her face.
Jet gets the idea and goes to settle by the pillow at the head before dipping between Katara's legs. He nips at the insides of her thighs and kisses her waxed pussy everywhere except for where she wants him to most.
"S-stop t-teasing," she stammers at him as she watches Jet disappear. "JET!" She squeals as his tongue dives right into her core, his nose brushing over her clit passively.
Zuko unbuttons his pants and takes his throbbing pink cock out, and she snickers when she sees he tied an identical bow around the base of his shaft too.
"Such a tasty present," she purrs from below, and Zuko grabs her hair and slaps his cock to her cheek. "Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop or if it's too rough," he tells her and she nods, opening her mouth for him.
He bends over her, hands braced on either side of her midsection as she takes his cock in her mouth, opening wide and relaxing her jaw.
"Fuck sweetheart, that's it, let me fuck your pretty mouth while Jet eats your sweet pussy," Zuko growls from above her. His golden eyes land on where Jet is licking Katara, practically drooling as he watches Jet curl his long and thin fingers into Katara, feeling how she responds by moaning around his own cock.
Zuko pulls out and hovers over her, and Katara takes the opportunity to suck his balls, Zuko's favorite. She laps at them like an ice cream cone and strokes his dick with short, fast pumps. Her tongue traces its way to his taint and Zuko let's out a hoarse shout.
Between her legs, Jet makes a wreck of her, making filthy slurping noises as he licks and sucks her wet pussy, pumping two of his fingers inside her at a ruthless pace while he fists himself. His tongue flattens against her and she mewls, back arching and head thrown back in pleasure.
"Fucking delicious pussy you got here, princess," he mutters, "So tight and wet, you're incredible."
Jet sits up and does what neither expects. He leans over to where Zuko is crouched and fists Zuko's shaggy black hair and gives him a wet and sloppy kiss, all tongue and a little teeth. Zuko reaches for Jet's length and strokes him through the kiss, his free hand fisting Jet's soft hair while struggling for dominance in the kiss.
"Holy shit," Katara breathes, "That's so fucking hot." She reaches down to rub her clit as her two favorite boys share the taste of her.
"Exquisite," Zuko hisses between kissing Jet, "she's perfect."
Zuko yelps when Katara swallows him whole and pulls his hips down to her. "Agni," he growls. "She's a perfect little cocksucker," he informs Jet with a smirk, "Watch how good she swallows my dick, barely a gag reflex, and look at how wet she gets sucking cock."
Jet swipes a finger over her slit curiously, and his eyes flash. "Fuck.."
She sucks off Zuko with a lewd pop, and smirks at Jet. "Maybe if you're a good boy and make me cum, I'll show you what a good girl I can be."
Jet makes a feral sound as he dives back into Katara, this time ruthless as he fucks her with his fingers and sucks her sensitive bud, almost desperate to show her how skilled he is. They find a rhythm together as Zuko fucks Katara's mouth, and soon Katara cums beneath him, bucking her hips into Jet's face, her screams muffled by Zuko's dick in her mouth.
Zuko withdraws immediately and grabs the base of his cock, desperate to think of anything other than how sexy that was. He cannot come first though, not when Jet is their partner.
Zuko watches as Jet fingers her through her orgasm, and he hears how Katara pants his name. Though Zuko is confident in his abilities, Jet was always the ladies' man and got the girls, dude banged more chicks in college than half the guys in their fraternity combined in their four years - certainly way more than Zuko could even imagine. It was just a pure Agni-sent miracle that Katara met Zuko first at their event, and not Jet. Though it wasn't like Jet didn't to get with Katara at first.
Zuko couldn't even deny Jet's attractiveness. He too often admired his best friend's hard curves and tan skin, eyes like melted chocolate, and a cock even Zuko had to admit was pretty impressive. He'd spent more nights than he liked to admit wondering how Jet tastes and how it would feel to fuck Katara alongside his best friend.
Zuko can't help himself but feel slightly jealous as Jet helps Katara up and guides her head to his thick length. He also can't deny that his girlfriend and best friend look deliciously sinful together.
With Katara's ass in the air and one hand spreading her cheek, she calls to Zuko and pats her pussy from behind.
"Babe, are you okay?" She asks, and she stops touching Jet for a minute to check on her boyfriend.
She sees the panic in his eye, instinctive reaction being regret, and she pulls away from Jet and goes to Zuko. She cups his face gently, swiping her thumb over the angry red flesh of his scar.
"Yeah," he snorts, "I was just admiring you two." This was his idea, and he wants to make Katara feel good since she spends her life making everyone feel good and happy. Tonight is about her. He happily came up with this surprise. So he suppresses his jealous tendencies in favor of the woman he loves.
"Go suck him off, sweetheart," Zuko purrs against her lips, "show him what a good girl you can be," and he pats her bottom.
This time Katara goes straight for Jet's cock, placing little licks and kisses all over.
Zuko shucks his tie and shirt off and discards them on the floor, shoves his pants, boxers, and socks to the ground and goes to kneel on the bed behind Katara.
He traces a long line with his tongue up her spine, and she mewls in response, arching her back and moving her hips.
"So perfect," he murmurs before crouching down and shoving his face in her pussy, lapping at her sopping folds while she sucks off Jet.
Zuko rears and swipes the tip of his cock between her lips, a tease and she whines, "Zuko, please baby!"
He sinks into her one delicious inch at a time, both gasping as she adjusts for his length.
"Spirits, you're so tight," he groans and rolls his hips into her bottoming out.
His thrust sends her lurching onto Jet's cock, her mouth open wide to take her fucking.
Jet's pupils are blown wide and he pulls her hair, yanking her head back. "Beg for us to fuck you, little girl, tell us how much you want it," he growls, his nose barely a millimeter away from hers.
"Please," Katara whispers, eyes glassy and mascara smudged, breasts heaving with every deep breath, "I'll be your good little girl, do anything you ask, but please fuck my mouth while Zuko fucks my tight hole - ummf!"
She's rewarded with a mouth full of cock as Zuko fucks into her, the force of his thrust sending her straight onto Jet's cock between her opened mouth.
Katara closes her eyes and revels in feeling so full, being fucked from both ends, perfectly in sync as if the three of them were always meant to be getting off like this. She loves the hair-pulling, the filthy praises pouring from the boys' lips, loves how it feels when Zuko fucks her onto Jet's cock and Jet sends her back slamming onto Zuko.
Zuko sucks his middle finger and presses it to her puckered hole. Katara moans as he fucks his finger into her, in rhythm with his own thrusts. He adds another, and she nearly comes undone.
"Such a good girl, getting all your holes fucked at once," Zuko praises, "such a pretty sight sweetheart, but you'd look even better with both our cocks fucking you."
Katara whines around Jet and feels the pressure about to explode. She pulls off and cries, "Please, Zuko I'm so close, fuck that's so good, don't you fucking stop!"
"Come for us princess, we'll fill your holes once you cum on Zuko's dick," Jet assures her as he slaps his cock on her cheek. "Fuck I'm so close -"
"Cum in my mouth, sir," she begs him, "I promise I'll swallow every drop."
Without waiting her mouth is full and soon Jet curses and she tastes the salty bitterness of Jet's cum spilling down her throat. Katara cums on Zuko's in return as he rubs fast circles over her sensitive bud. Zuko grabs the base of his dick to avoid going over the edge with them, but fucks her through her orgasm with his fingers. He promised Katara more, and more she shall get.
Once they've settled down and Jet gets off the bed, needing a minute after getting his soul sucked straighr from his dick, Zuko lays down and pulls Katara on top of him, back flush against his front.
She turns her head and meets soft golden eyes with her azure.
"Hey," he says weakly, "you feeling good?"
She smiles in return and kisses him slowly, letting him taste Jet's cum off her tongue. Zuko moans at the bitter taste, muttering a "fuck he tastes good," before turning his attention back to Katara. "The best, I feel amazing," she says earnestly," and they keep their eye contact as Zuko lines himself up and pushes up into her smoothly, his hands running down her lean body. "Zuko!" She cries.
"Need to get you ready for more, sweetheart," is his reply, "you're doing so well fucking us, but wouldn't you like to have us both fuck you?"
His words make her walls flutter around his cock, wanting and needing.
"Oh spirits, yes," she breathes as he thrusts again, "I want to be filled by both of you, wanna be your little girl tonight."
Zuko chuckles. "Then ride me and show us how much you want us both. Get yourself ready, sweetheart."
Katara props herself up bracing her hands behind her and plants her feet on his thighs, beginning to fuck herself up and down on Zuko's cock. Damn if this angle doesn't make her cum soon.
Jet watches the two from the side, his cock hardening at the sight of them, and his eyes glued to where Zuko's long cock disappears into Katara's pussy. It just disappears, and all he can hear is the sound of Zuko's balls slapping her pussy.
It's when she sits up fully and rides Zuko that things start to change.
Her eyes meet Jet's as she fucks her boyfriend, and Zuko's fingers dig into her hips helping her bounce on his length. And she watches as Jet walks to the nightstand and tosses Zuko one of her plugs, smirking at Katara's stare.
Katara feels like she might combust from the intensity or Jet's gaze. She wants to scream a name - Zuko or Jet - she isn't really sure, but when she feels the plug at her puckered hole, she let's out a low moan.
Fully erect, Jet comes to stand in front of her, and one of his hands tilts her chin up him. He looks like he's about to say something, but then he kisses her, wet and sloppy, tongues colliding, and his hands roaming her lean frame.
She feels the slight sting as Zuko pushes the plug into her tight passage past its widest point, but she snaps her hips back and Zuko slams both plug and cock to the hilt, and Katara mewls at the sensation.
She rocks her hips back and forth over Zuko, and Jet murmurs filthy words to her while he pumps himself.
"That's it, princess, you like the plug in your ass, don't you? Just wait til you feel my cock in your perfect bottom, stretching you with Zuko like never before, you're fucking perfect," Jet grunts and fucks his thumb between her lips. Katara sucks his thumb happily, she can practically feel herself creaming from the effects of his dirty words.
Zuko spanks her from behind, jostling the plug inside, and Katara rocks faster seeking her release.
"That's it, baby, fuck yourself until you cum all over Zuko," Jet encourages and slaps her nipples lightly, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't get us both if you don't show us how much you want it," he teases.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Zuko!" Katara gasps, "fuck don't stop Z, I'm so close, more, need more!"
She looks straight at Jet. "Choke me," she breathes.
His eyes flash and he sucks back a breath. Jet cocks his head and whispers, "Tap twice and I'll stop."
His large but soft tan hand closes around her throat, he squeezes slightly until her lips part, a satisfied "fuck yes" emitting from her lips. Jet's free hand moves to rub her clit, and she screams as she finds her release, her body walls fluttering around Zuko's cock and if it weren't for the boys' hands and support, she might have just collapsed forwards.
"Good girl," Zuko praises and rubs her backside softly. He slowly pulls the plug out of her puckered ring of muscle, and Katara shakes her head.
"Mmmm-more, please!"
The golden eyed boyfriend chuckles and nods to Jet, patting the bed beside him. Jet moves to lay next to Zuko on the bed, and it's only when he lays down that he smirks and tries to reposition himself.
"Well, safe to say she ruined the sheets," Jet says nonchalantly. He pats his lap and they carefully maneuver Katara onto Jet.
"You're going to love this," Jet purrs as he spits on his hand, pumps himself a few times, and slowly presses into her well-fucked puckered muscle.
Katara blinks and breathes ragged gasps. "So thick, spirits, I can't take more," she complains nervously. "You're too big, you aren't both going to fit!"
Jet's tongue traces idle patterns on the sweaty skin of her back and huffs a smug laugh. "Oh I think you'll find that we will, and you, Katara, will be fucking ruined from it."
He moans as he slowly continues gently thrusting up into her tight passage, and her fingers nimbly find her sensitive bud.
"Z," she breathes, "Need you, baby."
Zuko moves between their spread legs and kisses her lips softly. "Love you, beautiful, you're doing so well," he murmurs against her heart as he leaves a love bite. His fingers replace hers, and he works one and then two into her pussy.
"Oh spirits," she sighs and throws her head back, her long locks draping over Jet, "Oh fuck this feels incredible."
Zuko smiles lopsidedly. "You're doing so well, Katara, you've got nearly all of Jet and you'll have all of mine soon."
Her eyes widen, and Zuko lines himself up, thrusting in slowly and gripping the headboard behind them. "Fuck, I can barely get my dick in, you're so tight," he squeezes his eyes shut, and rolls his hips once causing them all to groan collectively.
Jet laughs below him. "That's why I'm saying, man!"
Katara rolls her eyes and shakes her head, her lips quirked in amusement. "Um, I'd really just like to get to the part where you both fuck me until I can't remember my name." Her eyes glimmer wickedly and she bites her lip, eyes trained on Zuko above her. "Do you plan on doing that tonight or are we going to just sit here while you two congratulate yourselves on your sizes?"
She yelps and laughs as Jet spanks her left cheek. "Brat," he hisses, "you want us to fuck you?" He thrusts upwards into her tight passage, and she let's out a hoarse shout. "I'll fucking ruin your asshole by the end of tonight, not stopping until you're full of my cum."
Zuko tsks at her. "Impatient, are we?" He pants as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts, his hands keeping Katara spread wide for them.
Katara smirks. "I want what was promised. Now fuck me, please! This feels so - GOOD! FUCK!"
Zuko buries himself to the hilt and ruts into her,, eliciting moans from his lovers below him. He bends over Katara and whines as Jet spanks his left cheek as well. "She begs so nicely Jet, too bad she's being a brat," he groans against Jet's lips.
Jet chuckles. "Brats get fucked Zuko, and I bet she'd love if we filled her up with our cum. Shall we?"
"Let's do it then, Jet," Zuko growls as his hips snap against hers forcefully. He rears up on his knees, holding her legs wide, and slams into her over and over, perfectly in sync with Jet's upward thrusts into her passage. It feels indescribably divine feeling Jet's cock rub against his through Katara's wet walls.
"Yesyesyesyesyes!" Katara whines as they move, both boys having found their rhythm. The pleasure is exquisite and Katara thinks she will want to be taken like this way more often than just this once.
Jet spanks her, alternating cheeks and each harder than the last, and he grunts filthy things to her, words that shake Katara to her very core, and Zuko mutters his own dirty praises.
"You're so beautiful getting fucked in both holes, I can't wait to see our cum dripping out of you, sweetheart, but we can't cum until you do."
"Fuck, I can't last much longer," Jet curses below him, and both boys grab her hips and hold her to Jet. Katara is helpless to do anything but cry out and take her fucking. "Her pretty asshole is so tight, Zuko you need to fuck her ass more often or I will."
Zuko glares at his best friend but doesn't stop his movements. He'll deal with Jet's own brattiness later.
"Please, I'm so close boys, I need to cum, want you to come inside me, wanna feel your warm cum spill from my holes," she pants and fists the sheets she's holding as she feels the pressure mounting. She knows Zuko is close because his thrusts have become erratic and he's biting his lip. "Cum in me, Z, gimme it baby, wanna feel your cum all over me."
"I, I, I c-cant, n-need to-" she hears Jet below. Zuko smirks at this to himself. Good. Jet will cum twice, and Zuko's stamina will surpass that of this legend between his legs.
"Please, baby, I'll be your good little cum slut," she cries, and the boys curse and slam once more into her, jostling her and Jet squeezes her clit as she comes with him.
Jet is first and he stills in her tight passage. Katara feels the twitch of his cock and the warmth of his cum, a growl of Katara's name falling from his lips. Her vision blacks out and her voice feels hoarse from all the moaning, but she comes screaming both boys' names. Katara rocks back and forth and feels Zuko still and twitch inside her, hears his groan, and feels some of his cum dribble out when he pulls out soon after. Before she can complain she feels his cum spurt onto her cheek, her lip, over her breast as Zuko milks himself, his breaths deep and uneven and ragged. With no sign of softening, he fucks his cock back into Katara slowly, aching to feel her walls flutter around his length.
"Agni," he whispers and looks down at his girlfriend. "You're perfect, you know?"
She kisses Zuko back and wraps a hand in his sweaty, shiny black locks. "You are too."
He helps her off Jet and rolls her onto the bed, lifting the covers and helping her get underneath.
Katara frowns. "But the sheets -"
"Are effectively ruined," Zuko smirks as he stands and pulls on his boxers.
"I should wash up," she tells again and frowns at the sticky cum on her face and chest.
Zuko disappears from the bedroom. Jet stalks over to her side. "Nuh uh, gotta keep it inside you if you're going to be a good cum slut," he whispers into her ear. She blushes.
"Do you feel better now?" He asks as he strokes her sweaty hair from out of her face.
She lays back down in bed and nods. "Better than I ever imagined I could feel," she admits softly. Jet bends bends to kiss her, chastely. "I've been dreaming of doing that for years," he admits, "thank the spirits Zuko came up with this brilliant surprise for you."
Katara smiles at Jet and stretches beneath the sheets. Zuko returns with a warm damp washcloth and wipes off her face and breasts. When he's done he hands Jet and Katara a glass of water and a plate with some charcuterie on it to munch on.
He hops into bed next to Katara and curls up behind her. "You did so well, love, did you like your surprise?" He murmurs and kisses her temple.
She sighs happily and melts into Zuko's embrace.
Jet watches them and awkwardly pulls his boxers on. "Well, um, I should go...you know, the holidays start tomorrow..."
He grabs his shirt and pants off the ottoman, but stops when he hears Katara's (exhausted) voice.
"Stay."
He looks to Zuko half asking for permission. Zuko nods curtly and reluctantly flings back the covers on the other side of Katara.
Jet slides into bed and taps the tip of her nose with his finger.
Her leg weaves between his, and for the moment Katara is completely and utterly well fucked. She sighs happily between the boys.
"THIS was the best way to start the holidays...best present ever," she murmurs against Jet's chest as sleep threatens to pull her under.
Zuko mouths a "thanks buddy" to his friend, and to his surprise Jet leans over a sleeping Katara and plants a wet kiss on his mouth.
"We should do this more often," Jet shrugs, "and maybe next time we both fuck you."
"Fuck off."
"Please, we know you'll both be back for more of this," Jet smirks. "Still not sure why it took us six years to do this when we should have been doing this all along."
"Go to sleep, Jet."
Jet doesn't answer verbally, but places a kiss to Katara's temple instead and rubs small circles over her scalp while Zuko glares at him.
"Hey, you invited me," he defends.
Zuko rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Happy fucking holidays." He shuts his eyes to get some rest.
"Happy fucking," Jet winks.
And to all a good night was had.