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Their lips locked in the heat of passion and lust, the taste of the Firelord’s lips has become Aang’s idea of hedonism. The way Zuko’s warm hands trailed down the small of his back, pulling him in as if he can’t get enough of Aang, he needs and wants more. All of him. Zuko tilts his head, letting Aang graciously slide his tongue from the Firelord’s chin, to his throat and finally settling on the curve of his neck, flicking his wet tongue before connecting his lips on Zuko’s scorching skin. He sucked on the delicate flesh just under Zuko’s jaw, tender and light. He leaned back to see the other man’s tainted skin, raw, red and beautiful. Aang could feel Zuko shiver beneath him, and if he doesn’t give Zuko the release his body needs, the Firelord might spontaneously combust. The Avatar smirks at the thought, he dips his hip low on Zuko’s clothed groin, grinding slowly and deliberately, watching as the Firelord loses his mind at how Aang has been teasing him mercilessly.
A light pat on his chest halted his motions, Aang looked down at the Firelord’s golden eyes, pupils blown wide with pleasure and the slight tint of pink on his cheeks from Aang’s teasing.
“Aang, we can’t do this here. There might be people around.” Zuko whined, trying but failing to push Aang off of him.
“Mmhm. That’s possible, but you know I can sense if someone’s around.” Aang responds smugly, leaning down to capture Zuko’s open mouth for a sloppy kiss.
They were currently in the Fire Nation palace grounds, specifically in the turtleduck pond near Zuko’s apartment. It was a nice and quiet Saturday afternoon, Aang and the rest of the group had visited the palace for a small meeting regarding the development of the Republic City.
Zuko and Aang’s clandestine meetings only happen when the Avatar visits, their stolen glances and knees brushing in the meeting rooms ended up being deep kisses and legs grinding in the back rooms, hidden away from hypercritical eyes.
“I know, but what if you’re.. too busy, you know..” Zuko gestures vaguely at him and Aang’s tangled limbs, “..and someone sees?”
Aang rolls his eyes at the Firelord, of course he’ll be reluctant to do this in an open area. Rumors spreading around that their dear leader is getting down and nasty with another man – especially the Avatar – would have drastic consequences for Zuko. But Aang’s throbbing cock clouds his judgment, and feeling Zuko’s equally hard one is just the confirmation he needs to keep going. Regardless of the consequences.
They didn’t speak further, Zuko found his answer when Aang leaned down to kiss his plump and swollen lips, deep like the crevices of the earth, mind-melting and greedy. Their tongues danced around each other, fighting for superiority but Aang knows Zuko will soon surrender under his touch. He knows Zuko will soon get lost under the influence of Aang, the way his body relaxes and shakes under him, he knows that Zuko wants him more than just a friend or even a lover. He craves Aang’s dominance.
Zuko’s nails digging on the rough skin of his back further proves his point, the Firelord wants more. And who was Aang to deny him of this?
He pulls back, the warm breeze surrounding them felt like a blessing from the Spirits, telling Aang that he should give everything he has to this man below him. His heartbeat pounded in his ear, anticipating and an absolute reminder that Aang is alive, this is happening. He gets to have Zuko all for himself.
“Aang..” Zuko whispers his name in the wind, staring at Aang with half-lidded and sinful eyes, the way he says Aang’s name brings shivers down his spine and straight to his cock. He couldn’t take it any longer.
He cursed the Fire Nation regalia, too many layers of clothing hindering Aang from tasting Zuko’s body. He unskillfully took off the clothing piece by piece, fingers fumbling at the last of the thin silk covering the Firelord, the last obstacle before the full course. Impatient, Aang ripped the fabric off of Zuko. The Firelord’s eyes widen in shock, watching as his clothing gets ripped apart by his lover, “Aang! How am I supposed to explain that to the tailor?”
“Tell them..” Aang says in a low and seductive tone, removing himself on top of Zuko, he spread the Firelord’s legs and settled himself in between them as he roamed his hands on Zuko’s chest, planting small kisses on his abdomen, Aang looks up at Zuko, eyes filled with nothing but desire,
“..that the Avatar fucked you..” Aang’s hand snakes down to the V line connecting Zuko’s abs down to his groin, fingers lightly touching the burning skin,
“..until you melted..” He pulls Zuko’s trousers down, exposing his leaking and neglected cock, Aang smells the musk on Zuko’s crotch, the sweet scent of the Firelord sends him into a bliss and all he sees is Zuko writhing under him. Aang darts his tongue out and softly trails the tip of it from Zuko’s balls up to his length, feeling the veins protrude and angry.
“..until you lost your mind..” Aang plants a gentle kiss on the head of Zuko’s cock, he looks up at the man squirming and red from cheeks to his ears. The back of his hand covering his mouth, embarrassed to make a noise unworthy of a Firelord, but Aang won’t stand for it. He roughly squeezed the man’s shaft, earning a loud moan from Zuko, a string of words so sinful and unholy that Agni himself might take Zuko away from Aang’s grasp and punish the Avatar for corrupting the Firelord. He flicks his tongue slowly and menacingly on the tip of Zuko’s cock, swirling it around the slit that sent Zuko arching his back in pleasure and begging Aang to keep going.
“..and you’ve gone feral.” He continues, replacing his tongue with his lips, slowly engulfing the whole of Zuko’s cock. The way he slides down has Zuko grasping at the grass beside him. Aang’s hot and wet mouth enveloping his whole dick was too much that when Aang had him deep in his throat, Zuko couldn’t help the curling of his toes and the electricity creeping from his thighs to his balls. He convulsed under Aang, screaming, “Fuck! Fuck, Aang! So.. so fucking good.”
Aang hummed as Zuko released his pent up cum inside his mouth, hot and heavy liquid sliding down his throat and Aang swallowed it all happily, he lightly bobbed his head up and down, helping Zuko finish and milk him dry. All the while Zuko moans, “Thank you.. Thank you, Aang!” A gratifying moment for Aang, the sound of Zuko moaning and groaning his name went straight to his untouched cock. He briefly removes his hands from Zuko onto the ground under him, unconsciously using his seismic sense, lo and behold, he feels a vibration from behind the bush at the far end of the pond where the entrance is. Aang closes his eyes and feels the ground under him, trying to see who the culprit is.
His heart drops for a moment, mouth lifting off of Zuko’s half-hard cock when he realizes who the person was, Aang snaps his eyes open and pulls Zuko into a sitting position. The Firelord’s limbs are wobbly and he could barely open his eyes, still coming down from his climax just seconds ago. Aang leans over to his ear and whispers, “Someone’s watching.”
Zuko’s limp state is now fully awake, he scooched a few steps away from Aang while he pulled his trousers up, trying his best to look decent enough to onlookers. Aang laughs at the Firelord’s prudishness, he wipes the drool on his chin with the back of hand and turns to Zuko, “If I tell you who it is, don’t freak out, okay?”
“What? Why? Who is it?” Zuko frantically asks, sitting up properly and looks over to where Aang’s eyes are pointed.
“He’s over there by that bush, it’s Sokka. And I think he’s quite enjoying the view.”
The audible gasp that Zuko emitted was a little over the top, if Aang’s being honest. He rolls his eyes at the Firelord and crawls closer to him, like a predator stalking his prey. His eyes are fierce as he looks at Zuko, smirking at the man. Reminding Zuko that Aang isn’t finished with him yet.
“Come here, Firelord.” Aang growled, pulling Zuko’s legs forcefully, sending the Firelord’s back on the ground with a small grunt. Zuko protests while Aang slides his hands on his chest, pinching his soft nipple gently.
Zuko moaned at the touch, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through his body, “Aang.. we can’t.” He whined as Aang licks the sensitive skin around his nipples, gliding his tongue along the flesh as he hummed. He loved that Zuko protested but still gave into Aang’s touch. The man loved how weak the great Firelord can be with just the flick of his tongue, Zuko unraveling before him, only for his eyes to see. But right now, Aang knows it’s not just them in this pond, there’s another depraved soul lingering near them, like a shadow hiding under the sunlit space. Aang felt the vibrations around them, he shifted his foot on the ground as he closed his eyes. He smirked at how Sokka’s heartbeat raced, even at a distance, Aang could feel him shaking while he crouched down behind the bush. Aang knew Sokka wanted to see more, and so he had a thought.
“I just thought of an amazing idea.” Aang whispers at Zuko whose eyes rolled at the back of head when Aang gently grinds down on his cock, feeling it slowly harden at the friction. Zuko, mind slowly melting at the way Aang grinds on top of him, could only groan at Aang, tongue suddenly caught in his throat when his lover grinds a little harder and faster on his now leaking cock.
“Let’s put on a little show for our audience. What do you think?” He’s not really waiting for an answer, and Aang knows Zuko couldn’t really respond with the way his eyes are tightly shut, mouth parted eliciting lewd moans just from their cocks grinding.
He untangles his sash off of his body, lifting himself and Zuko up from the ground. Aang kisses Zuko’s longing lips, biting at the soft skin while he pulls the Firelord over to the tree behind them, shading them from the sun. Hiding their illicit affair from the eyes of Agni. Aang’s back against the rough trunk of the tree with Zuko’s hungry mouth still on him, their languid tongues swirl together like a smooth dance of tango. Zuko could only moan at the sweet and savory taste of Aang inside him, how he missed being ruled by the Avatar.
Without a second thought, Zuko pulls back from the kiss, lips swollen and wet, he drops to his knees and looks up at Aang with desperate and amorous golden eyes, and says with a low and hoarse voice, “Aang, please.. please, fuck my mouth.”
Zuko parts his lips wide and slacks his jaw, tongue hanging out and eagerly waiting for Aang’s cock to fill his throat. Aang could feel his cheeks burn at the sight in front of him, the Firelord kneeling, his hands gently holding onto Aang’s hips.. waiting.
It took him a moment to finally move his shaking hands and undo his trousers, pushing it down to reveal his aching length. He pumped a few times, slicking it with precum before pushing past Zuko’s waiting lips. Aang wanted to be gentle, to be tender with Zuko, but with the wet heat surrounding his throbbing cock, Aang couldn’t help wrapping his hand around the Firelord’s top knot, his crown had become crooked and Aang had half a mind to discard it. However, something about keeping it on feels so morally depraved and wicked that Aang held on to it with his right hand, and the other snaked its way towards the back of Zuko’s neck.
Zuko knew what was coming next, but nothing prepared him for the sudden yanking on his hair, Aang pushing deep inside his mouth to the hilt. The head of Aang’s thick cock touching the back of his throat. Aang stayed there for a moment, letting Zuko breathe in heavily through his nose. Aang looked down at the Firelord, his heart raced at his lover looking so high from just blowing him, “Is this what you want?”
The Firelord could only hum, unable to nod his head from Aang’s tight grip on his hair and neck. Aang needed that confirmation, the assurance that Zuko enjoys this as much as he does, and he gives it his all. Aang pulls back all the way before fucking Zuko’s mouth relentlessly, hips bucking fast and unsteady. The garbled sound of Zuko’s uneven breathing and his cock hitting the back of Zuko’s throat is music to Aang’s ears, and he wants to hear more.
Aang thumbed the crooked Firelord crown on Zuko’s top knot, smirking at the gold metal like he’s taunting the nobility of it. Then he looks at Zuko’s eyes, the same shade of his golden crown, half lidded, pupils blown wide and drunk on his cock. Aang throws his head back, his thrusts becoming more powerful and forceful. He hears Zuko’s muffled gagging at the intensity, his nails digging on Aang’s hips as if to let the Avatar know how much pain and pleasure he’s in.
He looks at Zuko, eyes closed and nose flaring as he tries his best to steady his breath. He chokes and gags on Aang’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Aang’s spine.
“Fuck, Zuko! I’m close — fuck!” Aang grunts as he slammed his cock in and out of Zuko’s mouth, he could see the drool dripping down the Firelord’s chin, the small tears in his eyes as he tries his best not to choke on the length hitting the back of his throat. Zuko hums a few times, urging Aang to fuck himself to completion into Zuko’s mouth. Aang knows this, and so his grip on Zuko’s hair tightens and the hand on the other’s neck travels down to his shoulder, steadying Zuko while he convulses and groans before releasing his cum into the Firelord’s throat.
Zuko could feel the strings of cum fill his mouth, some forcing their way down his throat. Aang pulls out just halfway as he releases all of his hot cum in Zuko, before the Firelord could even do anything, Aang commands, “Don’t swallow it yet.”
With his mouth open wide, drool and cum dripping down his chin to his chest, Zuko nods excitedly. He lets Aang finish his orgasm and collects the remaining liquid in his mouth, waiting for what to do next. As Aang comes down from his climax, he pulls out of Zuko slowly, sighing and gently pumping his half hard and sensitive cock.
Zuko kept his lips tightly sealed, resisting the itching urge to swallow his lover’s seed, he looked up at Aang as he waited for his next command. Aang smiles at him warmly, removing his hand off of Zuko’s crown and reaching down to take the Firelord’s hand, lacing his fingers around it. Zuko’s heart fluttered at the gesture, the way Aang treats him so tenderly warms his heart, he truly loves his Avatar.
Aang’s fingers guided Zuko’s hands towards his lips, Zuko’s own three fingers pointed at himself, “Make it wet.” Aang’s stern voice echoed in his head,
“Then fuck yourself open.”
The Firelord’s eyes widened, he nearly choked on the cum sloshing inside his mouth. But he didn’t hesitate to obey the man, Aang guided Zuko’s wrist towards his lips, gently parting it and sliding the digits inside. He could feel Aang’s warm cum coating his fingers, the feeling of it all too euphoric. Zuko closed his eyes and slid his fingers in and out of his mouth, lightly imitating the cock he previously had in him. He opens his lips, the white liquid drips down his fingers to his wrist and arm, some landing on his chest down to his thighs. The sight of Zuko pleasuring himself with his own fingers sent Aang’s cock erect in a matter of seconds, he pumped his length and licked his lips, Zuko looks so fucked up just for Aang.
Spit and cum mixed inside Zuko’s mouth, he generously covered his fingers, licking and sucking on the digits, making sure Aang watched as his fingers fucked his mouth, the soft mewling sound he emits was just too much for Aang. He yanks Zuko’s wrist away from his mouth, “That’s enough.”
Zuko nodded, he got on all fours and started reaching behind him, but Aang stopped him. Grabbing his jaw to force Zuko to look at him, “No, Firelord, I want to see your face while you do it.”
He could only whimper at the command, he looked up at Aang and slowly reached his hand behind him, feeling his tight hole pucker at his first finger. Zuko pushed in two digits inside, giving a low moan at the intrusion, it’s been a while since he was last touched by Aang, he wanted to get used to the sensation, but he also wants Aang to fuck him already until he passes out. So he forced the third one inside, the initial stretch is always painful, but nothing Zuko couldn’t handle. Once he’s used to the thickness, Zuko started fucking himself open, soft whimpers and moans escape his throat as he tries to reach further and rub the nub inside him that makes him see stars.
Aang watches Zuko earnestly, briefly forgetting the audience they have. His eyes landed on the bush where Sokka was hiding, Aang closed his eyes and felt the vibrations on the ground. He smiles to himself, pleased that Sokka is still watching them with his racing heartbeat. Aang made sure that Sokka could see them from where he’s crouching, he made sure he could see Aang fuck the honor out of Zuko.
The sound Zuko made caught Aang’s attention back to him, Zuko’s eyes are shut and his mouth hangs open, eliciting unholy words that tingles in Aang’s ears. Zuko has thrown what little shame he has and surrendered his will to his lover. Aang smirked at the man, Zuko finally found his sweet spot and clumsily fucked himself open for Aang.
“Zuko..” Aang whispers to the man, but it seems like the Firelord is too out of his mind to hear it, “Zuko!” Aang says a little louder, finally catching the other’s attention. Zuko opens his eyes and halts his motions, he looks up at Aang’s devilish eyes. Anxiously anticipating what’s to come.
He pulls his fingers out of himself and takes Aang’s hand, roughly pushing himself off the ground. He sighs, wrapping his arms around Aang and perches his chin on his lover’s shoulder, Aang chuckles at him, “Let’s get comfortable.”
Aang leads him by the wrist on the grass, he lays Zuko’s discarded robe on the ground and positions the Firelord to make sure that their ‘activities’ can be clearly seen by Sokka. He sat the Firelord on the laid out robe and quickly pushed his own trousers off, Aang sat next to Zuko and wasted no time in pulling him in for a deep kiss. Zuko moaned at the connection of skin to skin, his own naked mess tangled with Aang’s cool skin sending a shockwave of bliss to his cock. Aang pulls away from the kiss, laying down and urging Zuko to come straddle him.
The Firelord’s cheeks burned bright red but wasted no time in grinding his leaking cock on Aang’s, both men groaning at the sudden friction. Zuko, like a dog in heat, is too out of his mind to stop his hips from bucking and if Aang doesn’t stop him, he might find himself coming prematurely.
“Zuko.. my love, you have to stop.” Aang lifts Zuko’s head to meet his eyes, but the Firelord is too into his own world to care about anything. Cheeks flushed, eyes closed and lips parted as drool slid down his chin. Aang smiles at the sight of his beloved, heart and body surrendered to Aang, “Zuko!” He whines a little louder.
The Firelord opened his eyes, slowing his movements to finally listen to Aang, Zuko realized what happened before gently settling down on top of Aang and slurring his words, “Mm’sorry”
Aang reached to cup Zuko’s sweat-slicked jaw, he ran his thumb on the Firelord’s chin, then his bottom lip. Dragging the soft skin down to expose his tongue and teeth. Aang lifted Zuko’s hips, lining his waiting cock on his lover’s entrance, he could feel the twitching and puckering of the tight hole expecting the intrusion.
Zuko’s eyes are shut tight, lips curving to a small smile as he slammed his hips down, forcing Aang’s cock inside him. The audible growl that Aang made sent shivers down the Firelord’s aching dick, twitching with excitement, “Fuck, Zuko!” Aang grumbled below him. Zuko’s heart jumped at the way Aang said his name, he didn’t wait for a nod or confirmation to move because he knows they’re both ready, they’re been ready since their first kiss.
He laced his hands with Aang’s, using it as leverage while he lifts himself up before slamming back down again, urgently fucking himself on Aang’s cock. Soft mewling and moaning sound escapes his lips, parted and drooling. A sight so horrendously ungodly, Aang couldn’t believe he’s in the presence of Zuko’s regency, only for Aang to corrupt and sully his good soul.
Aang met Zuko’s hips with harsh thrusts, loud skin on skin smacking against one another could be heard from miles away, combined by Zuko’s enraptured wailing as he rode Aang’s cock. Strings of ‘Fuck’ and ‘So good’ poured out from his tongue, slurred and ungraceful. Aang’s name slipping past hushed whispers and moans, Aang’s eyes lands on Zuko’s bobbing cock, bouncing up and down on his abdomen, leaking and neglected.
The wetness and tightness of Zuko’s walls enveloping his needy cock is something Aang has been craving for, the way it slides in and out of Zuko effortlessly as if it’s made exactly for Aang. His mind is numb and floating around in the heavens, sparks of flame burning behind his eyes. Aang will cum soon but he has a plan in mind.
He untangles his hands from Zuko, earning a whimper from the other boy as his hands fell flat on Aang’s toned chest while the cock inside him ruthlessly fucks him. Aang’s hands landed on Zuko’s hips, pausing the other’s motions swiftly. The Firelord looked at him, rolling his restrained hips slowly, a silent protest at what Aang was doing. Zuko’s eyebrows furrowed into annoyance but was only met by Aang’s commanding voice, “Turn around.”
And so he did, lifting his leg to briskly turn around, his back now facing Aang. Zuko tilts his head to the side, waiting for Aang to tell him to continue his quest into fucking his way out of his mind. But Aang roughly grabs both his wrists, pulling them from behind him and locking it in place with his hands. Zuko was immobilized in seconds, he whimpered and squirmed under Aang’s touch, his heartbeat grew quicker as he saw the shuffling in the bush where Sokka is.
“Aang, Sokka can see!” Zuko pulled on his restrained wrists, his cheeks burned bright red in embarrassment.
“I know.” Was the only answer he got before Aang slams his hips into Zuko again, rough and violently. The Firelord didn’t have time to react and screamed “Fuck”!” at the top of his lungs, he could feel the indentation inside him in the shape of Aang’s cock, engraving his name – destroying Zuko insides. And with just the right angle, Aang hits it. The sweet spot that sits gently within Zuko, waiting to be touched. With a loud and strained moan, Zuko’s eyes roll behind his eyelids, his mouth hangs open as endless moaning and screaming of Aang’s name reverberate within the pond’s enclosure.
“Fuck! Aang – ahh – yes! Right fucking there!” He groans over and over, the words roll seamlessly from his tongue.
“Mmhm. Right there, Firelord? Is this what you want?” Aang groans through gritted teeth, breath hitching at the exerted effort of bucking his hips upward to meet Zuko’s, “The most powerful man in this palace, and I get to fuck him like this .”
Aang slams his hips with force at his last word, he means to talk dirty with Zuko but there was also a slight truth in his statement. Zuko is the most powerful person in the Fire Nation and Aang managed to reduce him into this mewling, moaning and high on sex mess of a Firelord. It’s almost sacrilegious.
“Yes! Oh Agni, yes!” The Firelord’s moan echoed within the enclosure, his toes twitched and his aching thighs shook as his bobbing cock finally released his second orgasm, cum spurting on to the grass and robe in front of him. Aang fucks him into his climax, hips unfaltering from bucking upwards while he relished on Zuko’s tightening and pulsating hole. He groans when he feels the walls becoming too tight, Zuko clenching around him unwillingly while his body rides his orgasm.
With limp and aching limbs, Zuko feels Aang push him forward, forcing Zuko to land on his knees and hands on the ground. The Firelord sighs, mind reeling with satisfaction from his recent climax, unaware of Aang’s deplorable plans for him.
There’s a light shaking from the bush nearby, Zuko could feel Aang tense behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see his lover’s hands in an earthbending gesture and shifted the ground under them, but they didn’t move. Maybe it was the two orgasms slowing his brain down, but Zuko was late to react when Sokka stood his ground on the earth below him as it shifted towards Zuko and Aang. Suddenly, Sokka was right in front of Zuko, recovering his balance from Aang’s earthbending, Zuko looked up at him with dazed eyes. Sokka’s cheeks are flushed pink, his eyes are screaming with lust and envy, Zuko’s eyes trailed down to his bulge hiding beneath his clothes, but it was distinct and Zuko could clearly see the dot of wetness seeping into the cloth.
“Nice of you to finally join us, Sokka.” Aang’s voice boomed loudly behind Zuko, he started his rhythmic pace again. Fucking Zuko slowly this time, waiting for Sokka’s reaction. Their friend remained silent, a small whimper from his throat could be heard. And Aang urged him, “Would you like to show Zuko your cock? He looks like he wants to see it.”
Zuko couldn’t protest at that, he does want to see it. In their many years of friendship, Zuko never thought of Sokka in that way but now with Aang’s cock fucking him and Sokka’s hard on practically slapping him in the face, Zuko wants nothing more than to be filled with both of them in all his holes in all ways possible. How did he become like this? A slave to his own desire.
Sokka was hesitant to do anything, he doesn’t want to violate Zuko by doing what Aang asked, to Sokka’s eyes, this is still the Firelord, this person – bent over backwards, fucked and driven into madness – is still their friend. He stood there and watched as Aang drove his cock into Zuko, force so intense that it sent the Firelord forwards, closer to Sokka’s cock. Zuko is practically breathing in his erection.
The pace was constant, Aang purposely hitting Zuko’s prostate, abusing the nub that sends Zuko into a mind-numbing state of euphoria. Zuko’s mouth gapes open, moaning incoherent words, he’s overstimulated and his cock has already hardened after just orgasming for the second time. Everything is blurry, his vision sees nothing but stars as he feels Aang’s cock violate and change his insides permanently.
With the sight before him and Aang’s permission, all the doubts and hesitancy in Sokka’s mind flew out of his head. He lifts his tunic up and lowers his trousers, finally exposing his throbbing cock for Zuko to see. The Firelord’s eyes widened, he could feel his mouth salivate at the sight in front of him. Sokka gently pumps his member in front of Zuko, feeling the tip leak precum, he gradually increased his pace, huffing at the friction he’s been waiting for since he saw his two friends fuck.
Sokka bites his bottom lip, he could feel himself getting close. He locks eyes with Zuko’s jaded golden ones, so fucked out of his mind. Aang could also feel the warm tightening inside him, begging to be released, sweat glides off of his forehead and his cock so hard for Zuko it hurts. He watches while his own member slide in and out of Zuko’s puckering hole, pink – almost red – from the lengthy fucking they’re doing. There’s one more thing he wanted to do to seal the deal,
“Sokka, fuck his mouth.” Aang tells Sokka who stared at him with bewildered eyes, slowing the pace of his hands to comprehend what his friend was suggesting.
“What?! No! I – he doesn’t –” Sokka was out of words, he halts the movement of his hand entirely as he stumbled on his protest.
“Oh, I’m sure the Firelord wants it, don’t you, your Highness?” Aang mocks the title, but Zuko couldn’t really care at this point because Aang ruthlessly slams his cock inside him, Zuko could only yelp and moan, pushing back to meet the thrust, wanting more.
“Come on, Zuko. Show Sokka how much you want his cock.” Aang urged his lover, waiting.
It shocked Sokka at how lewd the Firelord can be, he stares up at Sokka with a small and shy smile, his cheeks red and eyes glazed with lust before saying in a low and shaky voice, “Sokka, please - ahh - would you like to fuck my mouth?”
Zuko parts his lips and darts his tongue out for Sokka to see, he opens wide for his friend to enter and choke him with his thick cock. With shaking hands, Sokka grabs a hold of Zuko’s face before inserting his cock inside the wetness of his mouth. A low growl could be heard from Sokka and Aang looked at him, smirking and satisfied at his own depraved creation.
He started fucking into Zuko again when Sokka starts moving into Zuko’s mouth. Their throaty grunts synchronized with Zuko’s moans and vibrating on Sokka’s dick, all was too much and too stimulating. The way Zuko’s lips envelop around Sokka’s length is something out of this world, he’s never felt something so good in his life. And Sokka was so close he could feel it through his shivering legs.
Without any warning, Sokka cums inside Zuko’s mouth. His body shook and his grip on Zuko’s face tightened as he stilled his movements, letting all his cum travel from Zuko’s mouth to his throat. The soft sucking Zuko’s doing as he finishes inside felt like heaven for Sokka, he could feel him swallowing with difficulty and Sokka almost felt bad. He releases his grip on Zuko’s face and pulls out, the last strings of his release squirting on Zuko’s face, mixing with his sweat and saliva. It was something Sokka never thought he’d ever see in his life. Zuko’s mouth hangs open, his pitched moans are garbled by Sokka’s cum still sliding down his throat as Aang fucks him from behind is so dirty, the image slowly engraving into Sokka’s mind for him to use later.
“Fuck! Zuko, fuck I’m coming!” Was all Aang had to say before spilling his hot and thick cum into Zuko’s walls, vehemently crashing into his prostate, sending Zuko in another orgasm. The walls clenching around him twitched and tightened as Zuko climaxed, Aang’s sensitive cock still releasing his cum inside making his hips buck involuntarily from overstimulation.
Zuko, wanting everything Aang has to give him, pulls himself off of Aang’s cock and turns around to roughly engulf Aang’s length in his mouth. Feeling the violent shoot of cum in his throat, it feels so good and so delicious, Zuko melts into it and flutters his eyes closed. Swallowing Aang’s cum with fervor.
“Spirits, Zuko!” Aang gently tangles his fingers on Zuko’s hair, coaxing his lover to bob his head lightly and help him ride his orgasm.
Sokka stood there behind Zuko who’s bent over sucking Aang’s cock, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him. Zuko’s gaping ass hole, staring back at him with Aang’s overflowing seed spilling from it, dripping to his balls and onto the robe beneath him. The skin around it red from all the fucking and friction, lightly puckering and twitching as Zuko bobbed his head to blow Aang. It was a mesmerizing sight, so hypnotizing and Sokka could feel himself getting hard at the view. He unconsciously lifted his hand to reach over and touch the delicate skin, feel the raw walls after Aang had fucked into it.
“Don’t you dare touch that. It’s mine.” Sokka heard Aang’s sinister voice, his head snapped up and he saw Aang’s eyes stern and threatening. It was clear to Sokka how Aang feels about Zuko, how possessive and in love he is with the Firelord, and he couldn’t help but think of the couple’s previous interactions. How their relationship was never obvious to the group and the people around them, yet they share such intimacy behind closed doors. Sokka wonders how long they’ve hidden their affair.
Once Aang has fully ridden out his orgasm, Zuko knelt in front of him. Aang could see the pool of cum forming below Zuko, spilling the white liquid onto the ruined robe, he smiles and pulls Zuko in for a gentle and deep kiss. Aang could taste himself inside Zuko’s mouth, his tongue rolls around, feeling – craving – for the Firelord’s insides. He could never get enough of Zuko. When he pulls away, his gaze falls on Zuko whose cheeks are bright red and lips tugged at the corners with a small smile. He plants another chaste kiss on Zuko’s lips before wrapping his arms around the man, settling in a comfortable embrace, feeling Zuko’s heart beat in his chest as if it’s screaming Aang’s name.
In the heat of it all, Aang had just noticed that they were all alone. Sokka had left them without a sound. Aang didn’t think much of it, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to savor in the tenderness of Zuko and feel his breathing deepen when the man had fallen asleep on top of him.
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“Man, that meeting went forever!” Toph complains as they regrouped in the throne room after the lengthy meeting they just had. She stretched her arms over her head and walked over to where the group was.
“You said it, I’m starving. When can we eat, Zuko?” Aang followed the complaint with light teasing, he nudged Zuko’s side suggestively as he rubbed his stomach.
“I’ll have the chef prepare something for us.” Zuko just smiles warmly at Aang, placing a gentle hand on his lover’s shoulder.
That is a normal gag between friends but Sokka’s watchful eye sees this as something else, he had to sit by himself in his guest room after he left Aang and Zuko in the turtleduck pond. The mental image of his friends fucking is embedded into his mind, and no matter how much he wants to erase it from his head, the sound of Zuko screaming and moaning still rings in his ears now and then.
Sokka pulls Aang to the side, “Aang, I need to talk to you.”
Silent, Aang follows Sokka outside of the room, “What’s up, Sokka?”
“I’m just.. I’m a little worried about you and Zuko. You guys should be careful. I know you know me and that’s why my presence didn’t stop you fr–
“Us. You’re a part of it too, you know.” Aang’s eyes glistened as he smirked at his friend, taking his words half-heartedly.
“Right, yes. Well, regardless of who’s part of it or not, you need to be careful with doing it in open areas! And public spaces!” Sokka’s worry resonates with Aang, low yelling and flailing his hands to get his point across.
“Come on, Sokka. You know me, I know what I’m doing. So stop worrying and let’s go eat. We’ll be fine.” He doesn’t take Sokka’s concern seriously, because it’s true, he is careful and if they haven’t been caught in the many years they’ve done it in all the secret and public places in the Caldera, then they wouldn’t be caught now.
Sokka only responds with a grumble as Aang walks away from the conversation, arms folded over his head and whistling smugly, which annoyed Sokka more. Aang was about to open the door to get inside but he looked back at Sokka’s annoyed face and said, “Oh, and don’t worry, Sokka. You can join again next time. And please, don’t leave before we’re done with cuddling. It makes Zuko feel used.”
Sokka, astounded, stood there, mouth open wide in shock and plants a palm on his face in embarrassment. But deep inside him, he smiles, he knows he wouldn’t miss their next meeting for anything.
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