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Zuko is nothing if not… amenable to new ideas.
In fact it brings a heavy set of satisfaction to step outside his knowledge to try, and to stomp his rigid upbringing in hindsight with each discovery. And it seems correct, for someone born to wield fire like a friend, an element that is ever changing, to free that part of himself with every step forward.
The fact that he is currently enjoying getting his back blown out bent over the back of his sofa is just an added plus.
The desperation against him is already there, Sokka’s teeth snagging tight to the back of his neck as his husband pants wildly against his skin. “Zuko, Zuko-”
Zuko’s mouth is already parted, pulling in heated breaths as his fingers test the strength of the upholstery in his grip. “One more.” He grits out, smiling a bit at the whine from behind him before his back bows completely when one of Sokka’s hands slides off his hip to get two fingers snugly around his clit. “Ch-cheater.”
He doesn’t point out that it is hardly necessary, considering he had already been a couple seconds from coming before that, but the pressure and slip of knuckles around him has him nearly seeing spots when his cunt clamps down like a vice on Sokka’s cock.
The noise Sokka makes is delicious, even over the pounding of blood in Zuko’s ears as he comes against the desperate jackrabbiting thrusts, which continue well past the point of comfort until he slaps a hand back to claw into Sokka’s thigh and hold him still. “Stop.”
And it is more than a little thrilling to have the instant obedience, Sokka pressing tight to him and buried deep inside but not moving a muscle. “Fuck-” The whole frame of his body shudders against him, ribs striking along Zuko’s back as Sokka pulls in urgent breaths.
Zuko allows himself another few moments to enjoy it before he gives Sokka a light shove and frees himself, body sore at the loss when his cock slips free, piercing catching just enough to give him a little jolt as they separate.
Sokka is an absolute mess when he turns around, whole body flushed and blotchy, and Zuko can see the staining of tear tracks down his cheeks in stinging paths. His cock still stands proud, dark and blood-pumped and shiny with Zuko’s slickness, bobbing with his breaths and Zuko feels maybe a little bit evil when he reaches for it.
Sokka practically folds into him when he does, bracing his forehead against Zuko’s shoulder with a wounded noise as Zuko circles his cock and strokes it, playing along the soft piece of lacing at the base that has refused to allow him to come for the last hour.
He waits for an admission, any sign that Sokka wants to be done as he strokes upwards to slide the piercing back and forth through his sensitive cockhead, but his only reward for the effort is a buck of Sokka’s hips into his grip and a shuddering breath against his collar.
Satisfied, Zuko lets him go in favour of hooking his fingers beneath Sokka’s chin and pulling him up, meeting the near feverish gaze and leaning to kiss him. Lightly, just the slightest comfort, and he doesn’t allow the chase when Sokka presses for more, instead pulling back entirely and offering his hand out. “We should get ready.”
Sokka blinks at him uncomprehendingly for a moment before a hoarse laugh rasps from his throat. “Shit.” But he does reach for Zuko’s hand, and allows himself to be gently guided out of their living room towards their baths.
Zuko doesn’t comment on the wobbly gait his husband struggles to achieve, though there is a certain sense of pride that he can’t ignore at the knowledge of how well this is coming along.
Especially considering this was not his idea in the first place.
He does help him down into the water, settling himself onto one of the smooth stone benches beneath the surface and tugging Sokka to lay back against his chest. Sokka slumps into him with a heavy sigh, head tilting back to Zuko’s shoulder, and the expanse of his body splayed out within reach is a lovely sight. Cock still up and angry where it lays against his belly, soft skin marred by bitemarks and long red scratches, piercings glinting in the dim candlelight of the baths.
It is tantalizing enough to reach for, and Zuko splays the fingers of both hands to cup the softness of Sokka’s chest, thumbs running lightly back and forth over the matching jewelry to his cock.
Sokka grunts, hips arcing a bit at nothing. “Now who’s the cheater.” But he doesn’t pull away, other than to shift restlessly in Zuko’s grasp, legs squirming until Zuko snags one his thighs and pulls it back and up towards his chest.
“I can be worse.” He says softly, slipping one hand down to the smooth metal toy currently seated firmly inside Sokka. The ring at the base is easy enough to grasp, and Zuko smiles into Sokka’s hair as he pulls the plug just enough to shift it an inch before letting it sink back inside. It isn’t huge, something Zuko had made specifically for this to be able to be worn for longer periods, but the tip of it angles in a perfect way to provide constant rolling pressure to Sokka’s prostate.
Which is demonstrated beautifully when it seats itself back where it was, and Sokka’s cock kicks angrily against his belly as the tiniest drips of precum manage to make it to the tip before the movement of the water cleans it away.
Sokka keens against him, one hand slapping down to grip Zuko’s forearm where he continues to play with the plug, but he doesn’t stop him other than to chase the plug back whenever Zuko pulls it partway. “Fucking, fuck-”
He has always been easy about this, body so sensitive to it that Zuko sometimes barely gets two fingers into him before he is coming across his own belly, so he knows this must be particularly torturous. But the thrill of it is immense, much more than Zuko had expected when Sokka had broached this, and he really can’t stop himself from continuing to slowly move the toy inside him. “Look at you, so gorgeous for me, being so good.”
And he had been, getting Zuko off three times that morning and entirely ignoring his own situation. Granted Zuko doubts Sokka actively thought about it at the start, considering he had to physically pry him away from where he had buried his face into Zuko’s cunt after the second round.
Sokka doesn’t answer other than to turn enough to press a sharp whine into Zuko’s throat, body taut and shuddering against him.
And Zuko would love to spend the rest of the day like this, luxuriating in his home and fucking one another stupid, but they do actually have other responsibilities to deal with.
He lets the toy sink flush one more time before petting along Sokka’s thigh to soothe the quaking muscle. “Can you sit up for me?”
There is mildly incredulous noise from Sokka as he struggles to catch his breath, but he does try after a moment to right himself with only a bit of help from Zuko, and follows the direction to turn and practically sit across Zuko’s lap.
And as much as this was for Sokka intentionally, it doesn’t stop Zuko from indulging a bit of his own wants, as he reaches for a couple of glass bottles at their side and pours them into his palms to get a lather. Sokka regards him with a knowing look, and Zuko raises a brow in challenge to say something, but Sokka remains quiet as he carefully starts to wash the remains of sweat away from his body.
It is one of the quieter things that Zuko loves, and would spend hours doing so if Sokka could remain idle for the duration, but even this is nice enough.
And Sokka does the same, careful to leave Zuko’s hair untouched where it is pinned high from the water, but it doesn’t stop him from leaning in between them to catch a kiss. Soft, sweet, even with the thrumming heartbeat Zuko can feel when he strokes a soapy palm across it, and he lets Sokka’s weight press to him more greedily for a few moments before he breaks it with a smile.
“I do have a small gift for you, for this.” Zuko nips Sokka’s lip, cocking his head as he considers. “If you are interested.”
Sokka laughs, more than a little breathlessly. “I am currently enjoying and suffering the first one.” He gestures vaguely towards his ass. “I can’t imagine whatever else you have for me wouldn’t live up to those expectations.” He nudges his nose into Zuko’s, smiling. “You spoil me rotten.”
Zuko rolls his eyes, giving Sokka a gentle push to stand and offering his hand out. “It isn’t as if I don’t enjoy them almost as much.” But there is still that little prideful thing that curls happily in his chest at the words, and he presses a lingering kiss to Sokka’s temple when they are finally free of the bath.
And truth be told he is excited about it.
Even moreso when they get back to their room and he tosses a dressing robe on and bends to retrieve the small silk lined box he had hidden away, smiling as he notices Sokka’s wide eyes as he catches sight of the contents. “You are more than deserving of a new set, and I figured…”
But Sokka is already walking towards him, pulling out the jewelry with an openly hungry look, and Zuko can already see how perfect of a choice it was as the sapphires dazzle against his skin. “And the chain?” He pulls it free as well, a sleek golden cord that is far too long to be a simple necklace.
“To connect them.” It is more than a little satisfying to see the flush hit Sokka’s cheekbones with force, as his mouth hangs open for a moment.
“Fuck. Me.”
Zuko smiles. “Am I taking that as a yes?” But Sokka is already nodding, placing the new piercings back into the box and reaching for his own before Zuko lightly slaps his hands away. “No. I want to.”
The tone shift is instant, Zuko is not loud but he is sharp, and Sokka immediately drops his hands with a shaky breath, nodding as blackness seeps into his irises at the command.
Zuko takes his time, slowly and gently freeing each piercing from his nipples before sliding the new ones through, eyeing the slight stretch of Sokka’s skin with pleasure. He had purposefully bought them slightly thicker for better stability and so they would not shift much with added pressure, but judging by the breathy noise Sokka makes as he slides the second one through, there appears to be an added benefit to that as well.
They do look stunning, thick ornate gold banded with gleaming sapphires sitting flush to his skin, and Zuko can’t help but run his fingers over the new jewelry and catch a taut nipple lightly just to feel the stutter of a heartbeat against his knuckles.
Sokka doesn’t say anything, but his lip is caught so hard between his teeth it is blanching when Zuko glances up at him. He waits again, briefly, for Sokka to adjust, or to voice a discomfort, but all he gets is a tight nod after a moment and that is as good a permission as any.
Zuko sinks to his knees, trying not to delight too much in the way Sokka’s cock twitches needily the moment he does so, and reaches to stroke him once just to feel the heated heaviness in his palm. He checks the tight lacing of the leather cockring at the base for anything that might be catching skin, considering their… vigorous attempts to see if Sokka could still come with it on.
But it is still snug, padded just enough for comfort but to still work exactly as intended, and Zuko makes a mental note to himself to send the craftsman he had commissioned a generous tip.
Zuko strokes his fingers upwards, following the thick vein on the underside to the plump cockhead and gently sliding the piercing around until the locking mechanism is visible. Even that movement has Sokka squirming, folding nearly in half over him at the sensitivity. But Zuko doesn’t tease, only frees the piercing and pulls it free to set aside, before reaching for the new one.
It too, is slightly thicker, enough that Zuko has to slowly work at feeding it through, enough that Sokka has to scramble at the desk behind him for something to hang onto as his back arches into Zuko’s grip. And by the time he has finished, and the new locking links have snapped into place to be slid under the skin, Sokka is already panting with a new sheen of sweat dampening his skin.
Zuko stands back up, taking half a step back just to admire him, and probably for the millionth time wondering how the fuck he ended up with someone so unbelievably beautiful.
And he hopes it comes across when he steps back close and cups Sokka’s face between his palms to kiss him, enjoying the needy sound his husband makes as well the way his body goes lax the moment he slips his tongue into his mouth.
It is never a fight, in these moments, just the easy conversation of adoration between them, of Sokka meeting every nip of teeth and slide of lips and tongue in equal measure, and Zuko having a difficult time convincing himself to ever stop.
But duty calls.
Zuko pulls back enough to barely separate with a soft sigh, but nuzzles Sokka’s cheek with a smirk as he fishes back into the box for the chain. “Ready?”
Sokka nods, despite how wrecked he currently looks, and watches with wrapt attention as Zuko threads the sleek braided metal through each of his nipple piercings, before fastening the loop beneath his sternum and continuing down to weave it into the cock piercing and clasp the end directly onto it as an anchor point. “Perfect.”
Sokka pants a bit, smiling wryly. “Didn’t realize you were so inspired when I asked you about this.”
Zuko grins, leaning back up to plant a noise kiss on his cheek and whispering into his ear. “Trust that given the option I would have you living in my bed for days at a time wearing only this.” He punctuates his point with a featherlight tug of the chain, and delights in the instant shock that flits across Sokka’s face at the feeling. “As it is we can’t exactly walk into council like this.”
And some things really never change.
So he knows before Sokka ever opens his mouth what his answer is, and is already huffing a laugh before he even says-
“-don’t threaten me with a good time, babe. I’ll do it.”
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They are clothed when they appear in the council chambers, despite Zuko mildly wishing he had taken Sokka up on his offer.
Especially when he catches the wayward glances of several merchants he has already caught making eyes at his husband on more than one occasion.
Would have been nice to prove a point.
But instead his husband has a few layers of heavy silk robes to hide his current predicament, and Zuko has the separate delight of watching him try to walk normally at all when every movement shifts the chain back and forth beneath the clothing. The fact that his hand is almost numb with how crushing Sokka’s grip is doesn’t matter, Zuko would happily suffer some cracked bones for the knowledge that this man belongs entirely to him.
And if he sends a few lethal glares towards some of the merchants, well, it is not like he can blame them all that hard for looking at the flushed and glowing watertribesman beside him, even if they don’t know the reason for his fluster.
“You are sure about this?” He hadn’t wanted to ask, really, because Sokka had told him he would prefer not to be questioned constantly about it, but this was a little more than how they had started off.
And to his credit, Sokka does take a few breaths as they take their seats, but leans into his space to answer after a beat. “I’m okay.”
Zuko eyes him, just the slight profile of his face as he struggles to remain still and not encourage the movement of his clothing. “If that changes, leave.” At Sokka’s quick turn towards him, he nods. “I will be very upset if something we do today harms you, so if anything changes I want you to get up and go home, I will make an excuse for you and follow you as soon as I can.”
It is still a whisper between them, but the command in his tone is there all the same, and he watches the slow nod as Sokka takes in the words. “Okay.”
Zuko smiles, leaning a little closer. “Although I can’t lie and say I haven’t dreamed of riding you on this desk, show them exactly who you belong to, hm?”
And it is more than worth the bit of risk to see Sokka’s fingertips claw into the woodgrain beside his quill.
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Council is at least, blessedly boring.
Enough that Zuko is certain Sokka has entirely tuned out of every conversation by the time the midday break comes, and they are freed for an hour.
Everyone begins to mill about to get something to eat and chat amongst themselves, and Zuko takes the opportunity to quietly snag Sokka’s hand once more and disappear through the winding pillars to a distant study he rarely uses.
Sokka hasn’t spoken, eyes glazed as he is guided into the room, until Zuko shuts the door behind them and slides the bolt home, and it is as if the sudden cut of noise in the quiet of the room suddenly brings him back to earth as he reaches for Zuko with clumsy fingers, stumbling half a step towards him. “Zuko, Zuko I need, I-”
But Zuko had already planned for this, reaching for the large swath of fabric that ties Sokka’s robes together in an ornate series of knots, and freeing it completely to fall to the floor.
He pushes Sokka lightly back into the door, before dropping to his knees and shoving his clothes to either side to expose his front, and takes in the sight. Sokka’s trembling form before him is breathtaking, nipples taut and red from the constant tugging, cock nearly purple and sticky with the tiny spurts of precum that manage to slip past, plug showing just enough to cast the sheen of metal from beneath a pair of cherry red balls.
Zuko’s cunt throbs at the sight, his own neediness having ramped right back up over the course of the morning, but he doesn’t want this to end quite yet, despite how badly he wants Sokka back inside him.
Instead he shoves Sokka’s hips back until they are pinned to the door beneath his palms, and licks a broad line up the underside of Sokka’s cock.
“Oh fuck- oh-” Sokka’s voice breaks, and Zuko can hear the dull thud of his head banging against the door from above him when he reaches the tip, suckling along where the piercing meets the chain and tongueing the clasp open to free it.
Zuko doesn’t let Sokka enjoy the freedom for a single moment, and immediately sucks him right into his mouth with a pleased sound. The gasp is instant, Sokka struggling for breath as his hands grab aimlessly at Zuko’s mantled shoulders with nothing to grip. “Sweet fucking spirits, oh, oh, oh-”
It is such a thrilling thing to unravel him so badly, it always is, but this is so much further than they have gone before and Zuko loves it.
His jaw aches a bit as he swallows him down, humming around him just to feel the thrash of his body as Sokka struggles beneath his palms. And he can feel how badly his body is trying to come, the angry pulses of his cock so swollen with blood it can't even remain upright, and the frantic contractions of his cockhead against the flat of Zuko’s tongue as it opens wider around nothing. His balls tighten, drawing right up tight beneath him, and Zuko spends a moment fondling them as well just to feel the tautness of every inch of him as his desperation grows by the second.
Zuko does pull off just to look, glancing up through his lashes to see the tear-stained face as Sokka watches him right back, mouth open on a whine as Zuko tongues his cock piercing to tug it between his teeth. “Okay.” He does stop, giving his husband a reprieve in favour of pressing a lingering kiss above his navel. “You are going back to our rooms.” He stands back up, sliding his hands to grab the fabric of Sokka’s robes to bring them back across him and reaching for the tie to make him somewhat decent.
Sokka shudders, trying to nod but shaking his head at the same time.
Zuko finishes getting him dressed and cups his jaw, guiding his gaze back to his own. “Sokka, you are going back home, right now, and I will make an excuse for us both at council and will follow right behind you.” He sweeps his thumbs along the tacky streaks of tears, leaning up to kiss him softly for a moment. “You are going to lay on the bed and wait for me, and if any of this is too much you are going to take off whatever is uncomfortable, understand?”
Sokka swallows, but his eyes do flicker back to better consciousness at the instruction. “Okay.”
Zuko smiles, nosing gently along his cheek in reward and just breathing him in for a moment. “I love you.”
And it is more than telling the response when Sokka leans into the press of Zuko temple with his own, smiling despite the fine tremble still coursing through his muscles. “I’m not sure that word is fully adequate for us anymore.”
Zuko immediately softens, slipping an arm around Sokka’s back just to hold him closer and enjoy the heat of him seeping into his own clothing. “I think you are right.”
And he does consider it briefly, but the truth of it is easier to find.
“But I don’t think a better one exists.”
~~
It is easy enough to excuse himself for the rest of the day, citing his husband feeling ill and he wants to go attend to him.
Although keeping a straight face when a few people comment with sympathy and remark on how feverish Sokka had looked is… difficult.
And as much as he wants to just sprint back home he does have to endure some measure of propriety, even if the walk back is decidedly more brisk than normal. Still, he couldn’t be more than ten minutes behind Sokka when he practically slams through their front door, letting it swing shut with a bang behind him and blindly reaching back to slide the deadbolt home.
To say that the sight that greets him is mouthwatering, is an understatement.
In fact Zuko is only vaguely aware of his jaw dropping open as he takes in the expanse of warm brown skin spread across their bed, writhing in movement as Sokka moans at the sight of him.
He has his cock piercing between his fingers, sliding it back and forth and fucking into his own fist as he makes little punched out noises with each stutter of his hips.
Zuko is practically drooling as he tosses his clothes off and crosses to him, pleased to see that Sokka had listened to him and taken out the plug of his own accord, and even more delighted to see the laced cockring still tight and snug as Sokka stares up at him with desperation. “Enjoying yourself?” He kneels beside him on the bed, petting a hand across his chest to tease at the chain still connecting his nipples.
Sokka doesn’t answer, but nods as his head drops back to the pillows and makes an attempt to get a free hand around Zuko to pull him closer.
Zuko smiles, already anticipating it and allowing himself to be guided, only to swing his leg over Sokka’s lap and snag both of his wrists to shove them above his head. “Look at you, sweetheart. Such a mess.” He keeps his grip on one hand to hold Sokka stretched above them, but reaches with the other to toy with his cock. “I take it you like my gift?”
Sokka’s teeth grit, chest straining between them as he arches with a frantic nod. “Yes- yes, it’s thicker, it’s so-” His head tosses back when Zuko fondles it, hooking his finger through to tug lightly and pull Sokka’s cock off his belly. “Fuck it’s so good.”
Zuko watches him, continuing to play for a few seconds before he eyes the nearby robe tie that Sokka had tossed across the bed with interest. “I’m sure I will love it too.” He relinquishes his new toy in favour of reaching for the length of fabric, holding it between them with an arched brow.
It only takes a moment for Sokka to make the connection, blush sitting high and bright across his chest and face as he struggles against the hand holding his wrists. “Yes! Yes absolutely-”
Zuko grins, easily winding the fabric between each of Sokka’s forearms from elbow to wrist before cinching them tightly together and securing them to the headboard behind him.
There are still a couple feet of excess, and he considers for a moment before leaning forward, deliberately sliding his cunt along to press Sokka’s cock into his belly just to watch the sharp breath Sokka takes in response. “Open your mouth.” Granted he isn’t much better, hips stuttering when he slides to the tip and feels that piercing bump against his clit.
And judging by Sokka’s wide-eyed look he knows exactly where this is going, but his jaw obediently goes slack anyway, looking up at Zuko with utter adoration as the fabric slides between his lips in two thick loops before Zuko secures it behind his head.
Zuko strokes his bottom lip for a moment, leaning down to kiss the makeshift gag before sitting back up to rock his hips. It is little more than a grind, but the effect is immediate, Sokka’s cock the perfect thing to slip against as he works the seam of his cunt on the length trapped beneath him, luxuriating in the dampened whines coming from Sokka as he continues the slow slick shove of their bodies together.
“I’m going to come like this.” Zuko says, like he is discussing the weather. “Just like this, and you are not going to move a single inch until I’m done.” It is not the easiest thing to keep his voice even, especially as he leans back a bit to get more leverage and really get into it.
Sokka’s eyes irises are gone as he watches, enraptured, blackness blowing them out completely as he stares needily up at him, and Zuko can feel his cock try to twitch and kick beneath him but unable to move from the weight of his own body.
Zuko smiles, getting the rhythm he wants and luxuriating in the slow slide that gets wetter by the second as he starts to soak Sokka with each thrum of his cunt along him. “I will let you go after. The second I’m done, and you are going to fuck me through this bed and give me every last drop of that come you’ve saved for me all day.” He does lose a bit of composure at the end of that, belly shuddering as he already starts to climb in pleasure even at the thought.
But he is under no such constraints, and has no desire to drag it out longer than necessary, so he drops a hand to fondle himself as he continues to grind against him, rolling the pads of two fingers over his clit and watching Sokka’s eyes hone in on the sight with a ravenous look.
It really doesn’t take much, between the constant slick movement and the jolts of pleasure from his own hand, his speed grows more frantic with every second. And the view gets him going almost as much. The soaked cloth held in a clenched jaw, the shine of tears streaking back into Sokka’s hair, the way his chest bounces with every shove of their bodies, piercings catching the sunlight as the weight of them tugs with the movement.
Zuko bites his own lip, doubling the passes of his fingertips and staying almost entirely against the tip of Sokka’s cock, rubbing against the spongy head until he finally starts to lose it. He almost folds in half with the sudden spiking pleasure, thighs tightening to a bruising point against Sokka’s sides as his cunt clenches greedily on nothing as he finally starts to come.
He rides it out with a loud moan, not bothering to check himself over it in the privacy of their home, breathing heavily into the open air and feeling the slick mess he leaves behind gather beneath him.
But he doesn’t leave Sokka suffering for any longer, leaning forward immediately despite his unsteadiness to snag each quick tie free, and the moment Sokka has his hands and mouth back Zuko suddenly finds himself being tossed down onto the bed.
His landing is caught with a pair of strong hands at his hips, anchoring him back as Sokka hovers above him with gritted teeth. “Zuko-” He isn’t touching him otherwise, cock shiny and slick but held just a bare inch from contact, and he is being so good Zuko feels entirely overwhelmed by how much he loves him.
“I’ve got you.” And he does, reaching to swiftly untie the laced cockring and pull it free, and catching the weight of Sokka’s body with his own when his husband practically collapses into him. But it is barely a move to throw his thighs around Sokka’s hips and pull him, and Zuko is able to arch beneath him just enough to catch the tip of his cock against himself. “C’mon-”
The drive into him is so sudden and strong it knocks the air right out of his lungs, the thickness of Sokka’s cock stretching him wide where he is already soaked and swollen, and Zuko's head tips back in satisfaction at finally being filled the way he loves best.
Sokka trembles against him when he finally seats himself, hands braced above Zuko’s shoulders as he pants loudly between them. “Fuck, fuck Zuko, I-”
And Zuko can feel every inch of the teetering restraint, smirking up at his wrecked husband and feeling very mean when he reaches up to snag the chain still dangling between his pretty nipples.
He gets what he wants instantly, Sokka practically snarling at him and snapping his hips so hard it shoves Zuko until his shoulders hit Sokka’s wrists above him. “I need to come, I need to come, oh fuck fuck fuck-”
Zuko keeps the chain in his fingers to keep Sokka close, loving the desperate push of the cock inside him and the deep weight of the piercing bumping against his nerves. And he takes each frantic thrust with a squeeze of his thighs, keeping him from backing off more than a couple of inches as he feels the heady pulses inside him as Sokka immediately begins to let go.
It sounds almost painful, the keening whine his husband lets loose as he starts to come, eyes bloodshot and watering as Zuko reaches up for him to pull him into a kiss. He swallows every noise, greedy for them as Sokka continues, short rough thrusts that bury him as deeply as he can possibly manage as he continues to ride it.
And then there is more.
Sokka half in tears and clawing for Zuko’s thigh, hoisting it up over his shoulder as he rearranges slightly to straddle Zuko’s other leg and pull them flush, and it is then that Zuko realizes he isn’t softening at all, and the cock inside him is not quite finished.
His own arousal spikes instantly, both at the knowledge and the sudden rearrangement onto his side as Sokka hugs his thigh to his chest and uses it as an anchor point to start to thrust again. Zuko gasps at the feeling, spread so very open and wide as Sokka continues, and the mess from his come begins to seep out with every movement making the sounds bounce off the walls as they work against one another. He reaches for himself, happy to indulge his aching clit with the firm press of his palm to grind against, fingers sliding down around where Sokka’s cock is moving in and out of him with frenzied speed just to feel the stretch of his cunt around him.
And his husband is fully out of it, holding Zuko’s thigh tight to his chest with bruising pressure as his hips continue to snap into him, making desperate whining noises into the side of Zuko’s knee. It only gets more wild for a few moments until suddenly he stills, buried as deep as he can get and Zuko can once again feel the press and pulse of Sokka coming inside him, adding to the mess already there as he shudders and shakes through it once more.
Zuko is right behind him, cunt sore and aching as he clenches down hard, and even that is enough to have Sokka’s teeth drag across his skin as he whimpers, and suddenly Zuko needs him.
He throws his leg from Sokka’s grasp with force, reaching instantly to pull him down and into his arms, and taking care to wrap his thighs firmly over Sokka’s hips so he can’t pull out as he shudders through each jolting aftershock. Zuko is still riding his own pleasure down, warm and satisfied and so very proud of his husband in the moment as Sokka turns into a soft and malleable thing within his hold, catching his breath and keeping his face tucked tight beneath Zuko’s jaw.
And these are still the moments Zuko likes best, the quiet spaces between when there are just them, whittled down to their cores.
So he doesn’t track any semblance of time as they both come back down, content to keep a hand stroking softly down the expanse of Sokka’s bare back, soothing each muscle as the tremors finally begin to cease. “Is that close to what you were hoping for?”
Barely a whisper, Zuko’s own voice wrecked enough to barely allow it. And it hurts even more to laugh when a shaky hand raises up at his side to give him a thumbs up. But he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of Sokka’s head, leaving his chin there to rest against as he flicks through the events of the day in his head like the best kind of picture book.
“Do you think I would look good with nipple piercings?”
Sokka’s hoarse laugh is barely a wheeze, and he groans against Zuko’s throat but makes no attempt to move further. “You’re killing me.”
Zuko tilts his head, considering. “They just look so pretty. And that was pretty incredible.” He glances at the softer rise of his own chest, but is interrupted from his thoughts as Sokka sits up with a wounded noise, just enough to sit nose to nose with him.
“You can do anything you want, love. But if you walk in here with a set like this you are never leaving this bed again.”
Zuko grins, leaning up to nuzzle his cheek lightly as he laughs.
“Sounds like a promise.”
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