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“Sokka, who do you keep looking at?”
Ember Island Bar was unsurprisingly packed on a Saturday night. Summer break was here and in full swing, and no one wanted to waste a perfect night out.
It was the weekend, the best time to let go and enjoy life, and that’s what most of the bar goers had in mind. The bartenders were locked in a constant flow of customers and drinks, servers doing the same with food, music played overhead from the speakers, and the TV’s displayed around the bar were showing different sports channels.
The patio deck was brimming with people who were laughing and drinking, enjoying the summer air sprinkled with ocean salt and sand, and the midnight scenery view.
Sokka was currently enjoying his own personal view. His gaze had been locked on the bar area for the past several minutes, ocean blue eyes devouring every beautiful detail of the dark haired man sitting there alone.
He screamed Sokka’s type.
A gorgeous face and thick build packed with muscles in all the right places. A mane of inky black hair that was half up in a messy bun, the silky strands begging to be pulled. From where Sokka was sitting he could glimpse a pretty side profile with delicate features. Seriously, the lashes on the guy could be seen a mile away. And those plump lips? Sokka was more than tempted to sink his teeth into the soft pink folds, eager to learn if they tasted as sweet as they looked and what kind of sounds he could pull from them.
The man looked sinful in tight fitted black jeans and an even tighter white shirt that left no room for the imagination. His clothes clung to him like second layer skin, displaying the hard defined muscles and dips and curves. Thick thighs, strong arms, broad back…fuck, the ratio from his shoulders to his tiny ass waist was criminal. Sokka dropped his gaze to the nicest ass he’s ever seen and promptly felt his dick twitch. Perfectly rounded globes practically spilled out of the barstool, meaty and tantalizing. One slap and he could picture the enticing jiggles the cheeks would make.
Fuck. Just Sokka’s type.
With all his staring, Sokka began wondering why he was sensing something familiar about the stranger, like he’s seen him before but that couldn’t be. No, he would’ve remembered a beauty like that and-
-SMACK-
“Ow!” Sokka snatched his arm away from his sister, rubbing it while giving her a ‘what the fuck’ scowl. “Excuse you. What was that for?”
“I asked you a question. Who are you looking at? You keep zoning out.”
Feeling petty for being smacked, Sokka took a drink of his mango fruity cocktail. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
But of course his traitorous eyes caught movement and flew back to the man who was flagging down the bartender. With his arm raised, Sokka now got a delectable view of those protruding pecs. God damn, they were built to suffocate. He volunteered. Just dive face first between them. Or maybe fuck them-
“I think it’s that guy at the bar. See?” Aang supplied helpfully, effectively ruining Sokka’s arousing train of thought.
Sokka watched three heads swivel to the bar, mainly glaring at the bald one with the arrow tattoo on it. Damn it Aang and his perceptiveness.
“Oh yeah, I see him. Right there.” Came Toph’s immediate sarcastic response. She was the only one who didn’t turn to look. Suki giggled while Katara rolled her eyes fondly and Aang shot their youngest in the group with a look of exasperation.
“Must you always?”
“You walk into it every time, buttercup.”
“Which one babe?” Katara looped her arm with Aang’s, her bright blue eyes scouting the area.
“White shirt, long hair. Middle row. Am I right Sokka?” Aang’s innocent lighthearted tone was hard to be annoyed with so Sokka just sighed and nodded. The bald young man grinned at him before looking back at the stranger. “Honestly, he is stunning.”
Sokka sat up straight. “Hey-“
Suki let out a low whistle, also appreciating the view. “Damn, he is. Flawless skin and a fat ass, must be nice being a favorite.”
“Okay, I think we’ve all stared enough.” Sokka glared at his friends.
“Yup, got a great look.”
“Toph, do you want to fight?”
“You’ll lose.”
Sokka opened his mouth before closing it smartly. Whatever. He met Katara’s eyes, noticing the amusement swimming in them.
“What?”
“He is hot.” She shrugged. “You gonna go talk to him or keep undressing him from afar?”
Sokka squinted his eyes, detecting a slight smirk on his sister’s lips. “I wasn’t- okay, yeah I was. Fuck, I want him. I need to get laid.”
It’s been agonizing months since Sokka last got his dick wet so he was more than ready to find a willing warm body. It was one of the reasons why he came out tonight.
“We didn’t ask for all of that. Just go talk to him.” Toph threw a fry at him, hitting him square in the chest. Her aim was always impeccable.
“Yeah, you got this. Load him up with charms and bad jokes.” Aang added his own encouragement with a peace sign.
I just want to load him. With my dick and cum.
Katara snorted. “Not too much, though.”
“Okay, you know what.” Sokka got up from their table. “I’m going.”
“Good luck, babe.” Suki called after him while Aang and Katara giggled.
Toph continued munching on her fries but there was a small smirk playing on her lips. “I need a full run down when he gets there.”
Suki linked their arms together. “I got you, babe.”
Sokka actually felt quite excited as he headed towards Hot Bar Guy. He wasn’t insecure or timid in the slightest, especially when it came to hooking up. If he found someone attractive and they were interested in him back, the chase was satisfying. It didn’t matter if it was for just one night or led to more, Sokka loved going after what he wanted without holding back. It was always worth it and rewarding.
His strides were confident as he neared the distracting beauty, words already formulating in his head of what he was going to say.
However, when he cockily slid into the vacant barstool beside the man, the words halted. Everything halted in fact. It made sense honestly, the way their table was angled, they only had a view of the man’s right side but now that Sokka was up close, that infamous scar was unmistakable.
No wonder Sokka sensed something familiar.
The man looked over at him just as he blurted out a name.
“Zuko?!”
Melted gold eyes widened in surprise. “Sokka?” Zuko’s deep voice still retained its natural rasp but somehow it sounded even sexier, especially saying Sokka’s name.
“Holy shit, dude. I’m not gonna lie, I came over here to hit on you. I had no idea it was you. You look fucking amazing. How’ve you been? It’s been what, five years?”
“You were going to hit on me?”
The pure shock on Zuko’s beautiful face sent Sokka into a fit of laughter. Cute how that was the only thing Zuko replied to.
“Um, hell yeah, and I still will if you’re a willing participant. You’re fucking hot, I’ve been eyeing you all night.” Sokka watched with rapt interest as some color flooded Zuko’s pale cheeks giving them a soft pink hue.
“Oh. Uh.”
Sokka allowed the man to get his words together, content to simply admire him at an even closer level. Time really favored Zuko. Not that he was ever ugly before or anything, Zuko had always been pretty to Sokka. Back in high school, which was how they knew each other, he kept to himself for the most part, not liking to deal with people unless he absolutely had to. Back then he was moody and tense, and snapped if messed with. Like some cornered animal just trying to survive.
Looking at Zuko now, there was definitely a calmer energy seeping from him gently. He seemed softer around the edges despite having bulked up. Even his voice that was notorious for its sharp edge, regardless if he was mad or not, seemed gentler.
Sokka couldn’t help it as his eyes roamed freely, greedily taking in the new Zuko. Being this up close, he could appreciate the bulging thighs straining under the fabric of Zuko’s godsend jeans. He spotted a few small tattoos as well, hidden just under the short sleeve of his shirt and some ink on his lower back, where his shirt had ridden up and exposed creamy skin. Fucking sexy. And Zuko’s hair, which had been much shorter in high school, (truthfully everything on him had been smaller but damn, he really shot up and filled out) flowed down his back in elegant waves, coming to a stop at the base of his spine. The rest was gathered in a top bun with some rebellious strands framing the side of his face.
“-kka? Um, Sokka? Hello?”
A hand waving in Sokka’s face broke him out of his daze.
“Huh?”
Zuko dropped his hand. “You didn’t hear me, did you.”
“Sorry, what did you say?”
Zuko looked like the last thing he wanted to do was repeat whatever he said. His cheeks flushed deeper and he darted his eyes away almost shyly. Sokka suppressed the urge to coo before opening his mouth to prod some more but Zuko surprised him.
“I agreed to be a willing participant. I kind of had a crush on you junior and senior year and I’m not just out here to drink. I, um, was hoping to go home… with someone. But it hasn’t been easy and yeah. Not to say that you’re easy, Sokka.”
The silence that followed was short but to Zuko, the seconds dragged on. He took a gulp of his drink as an excuse to not look at Sokka after that embarrassing confession (honestly, what possessed him to blurt out that he used to crush on Sokka? But fuck, the man aged like fine wine), but a loud cackle from the other man had him looking over.
“Oh baby, I sadly am that easy. And even more happy I came over here.” Sokka grinned.
Knowing Zuko was also looking for the same thing as him and thinking about if someone else had come up to Zuko and took him home instead triggered Sokka’s possessive nature.
He was pleasantly surprised to hear Zuko had a crush on him, he would’ve never guessed that. He’s not sure what he would’ve done back then if he found out but right now?
He wanted to pin Zuko to the nearest surface.
Expeditiously.
Spread him out, preferably on Sokka’s dick but his face was also optional. Always an option at that. Actually now he needed to feel Zuko’s asscheeks smothering his face while eating him out.
Zuko’s lips lifted into a small smile and combined with the blush still staining his cheeks, it was a soft, sweet display. Sokka was whipped already.
“I’d love to take you home. Honestly, I would enjoy catching up with you, too.”
“Really?”
Sokka chuckled. “You sound surprised.”
Zuko shrugged and averted his eyes. “I just didn’t expect you to remember me.”
Was that a rejected look with a pout too? Sokka wanted to kiss it away. Instead, he gently bumped their knees together, smiling when the other glanced up at him.
“Hey, you might’ve been a loner but you frequently caught my attention. I was too dumb to ever make a move, but I won’t hold back tonight if you let me.”
Zuko’s heart accelerated at hearing those words and the heavy implication behind them. The blue eyed adonis had always been forward but being directly on the receiving end of it like this had Zuko burning pleasantly on the inside.
“I’d like that.”
Sokka grinned. “Great. I’m ready whenever you are. Uh, but first I need to let my group know I’m dipping. You wanna come say hi to them? They’re over there.” He nodded to where the others were, smirking when he caught them all looking away, minus Toph.
Zuko followed his line of sight. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“You wouldn’t. Their nosey asses will be surprised to figure out who I’ve been talking to.” Sokka snickered as he slid off the barstool. He offered Zuko his hand and smiled handsomely. “Ready?”
Zuka blushed but accepted his hand, feeling warmth seeping into his immediately. His hands were big but Sokka’s were almost double in size, sending a tingling flare up Zuko’s spine.
Sokka couldn’t help the low whistle escaping his lips when they were standing side by side, scanning Zuko up and down appreciatively. His own growth spurt wasn’t nothing to sneeze at; he shot up to a perfect 6 '0 and his daily gym routine honed his fit body. He was quite proud of the eight pack he gained.
But Zuko had him beat by a few inches and it was hot as fuck.
“Okay, legs.” Sokka praised salaciously.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Zuko returned, his tone less flirty and more awkward but still precious all the same.
Sokka didn’t miss the way those honey gold eyes gave him a once over and smirked. He placed his hand on the small of Zuko’s back, giving him a gentle nudge so they could start making their way to the group who were now shamelessly staring at them. Sokka didn’t remove his hand as he led Zuko, relishing in the other man’s flustered reaction.
When they reached the table, Sokka wrapped his arm around Zuko’s waist and pulled him closer. “You guys remember Zuko, right?”
He was met with an array of shocked expressions and dropped jaws as recognition settled.
“Um, hello. It’s nice to see you all again.” Zuko gave a tiny wave.
God, he was so fucking cute.
“Did he say Zuko??”
“Oh my god-“
“Holy shit-“
“Damn, you look good.”
The overlapping voices caused heat to creep up Zuko’s neck and Sokka to stare on smugly. However, when it became evident that the others were trying to pull Zuko down for a full blown conversation, Sokka tugged the man away from them protectively.
“Ah ah, no, we’re leaving.” He tutted.
“Don’t hog Zuko!” Toph pointed a small, threatening finger at Sokka, blind as a bat but with that terrifying accuracy.
Still, he smirked. “Oh, I’m hogging him. I just came over to tell you guys I’m leaving. With him. I’ll see you all later.”
“Ooo.” Aang wiggled his eyebrows.
Katara elbowed him, noticing how close Zuko looked to combusting on the spot. “Okay, you two have fun, be safe.”
She held in her chuckle as Zuko’s face reddened.
“Will do. Get home safe.” Sokka tossed an enthusiastic wave in the air with Zuko mimicking in a smaller font before leading them away.
~ZK~
Zuko let out a soft grunt as Sokka slammed him against Sokka’s bedroom door, large hands gripping his waist while a voracious mouth attached to his throat, sucking fervently.
“My bad.” Sokka rumbled apologetically into flushed skin, not meaning to slam Zuko that hard.
Zuko chuckled softly and rested his own hands on Sokka’s broad shoulders, curling his fingers into the blue fabric of the other man’s shirt.
“I like it.”
“Yeah?” Sokka trailed his hands down to knead Zuko’s ass. “Mm, I really do want to catch up but I also really want to fuck you first.” He licked a long stripe from Zuko’s collarbone to behind his ear before nibbling the sensitive skin, earning a beautiful hitched moan.
“Hng, please.”
The raspiness in Zuko’s plea, the utter want in his voice had Sokka hardening. He crushed their lips together, bringing Zuko closer by his ass, massaging the globes with greedy intent. Even under the stiff jeans they were malleable.
“Fuck, your ass is phenomenal, mhmph.”
Zuko shoved his tongue inside Sokka’s mouth, igniting a wet, saliva-swapping dance. As the kiss grew messy and uncoordinated, frantic hands became a blur as they pulled each other's clothes off. Zuko didn’t have time to admire Sokka’s sculpted torso because once Zuko was shirtless, Sokka’s focus transferred to his warm moonlit skin, bare and begging to be marked up by him. He descended hungrily, wrapping his lips around a nipple and rolling the nub with his tongue while squeezing the other meaty pec, the bountiful flesh spilling between his fingers.
Zuko was exploring himself, running his hands down the length of Sokka’s muscular back, grabbing him closer by his trim hips, and rutting himself against the man’s thick bulge. He bit his bottom lip, hole quivering at the thought of it buried inside him. He needed it, needed to feel Sokka filling him up. His hands moved on their own accord, flying to Sokka’s jeans and undoing them.
Sokka paused, looking down to watch as Zuko clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down enough until Sokka’s black boxer briefs came into view. Then those were tugged down as well, freeing Sokka’s cock which bobbed upward, stiff and heavy. Zuko swallowed as he took in the impressive size and length, eyes going cloudy at the winding veins etched across the flushed skin.
“…wow.”
Sokka grinned while ridding himself of his pants completely. He kicked them away unceremoniously before holding Zuko’s waist.
“Lemme see you, sweetheart.”
Zuko fumbled with his jeans as Sokka kissed on his neck but it wasn’t long before he was stepping out of them. Sokka pulled away to get a look, eyes darkening at the sight of Zuko’s dick springing up. It was thick but not quite as long as Sokka’s and pink at the head which was wet with precum.
Sokka reached out to take Zuko in his hand, marveling at the heat. He gently traced a vein with his finger, causing Zuko to jerk slightly. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Sokka…” Zuko leaned in and their lips met once more.
For a few blissful minutes they remained glued against each other, kissing heatedly while pressed against the door as they stroked each other. The wet squelching between their lower bodies was loud and lewd, adding on to the heightening arousal and soon Sokka was dragging Zuko to his bed, shoving the man down before grabbing his legs and yanking them open so he could slip between them.
“Damn.” Sokka admired the view. He reached down to cup a handful of Zuko’s ass. Soft. Definitely worth a lot of jiggly material. “Can’t wait to taste you.”
Zuko panted softly as he was folded over, knees pushed to his chest while Sokka’s hands spread his asscheeks. He watched wide eyed as Sokka spit directly into his hole before surging down, mouth sealing over the opening with vigor.
“O-oh fuck~!” Zuko gasped.
His hands found purchase in soft brown locks as Sokka sucked his rim, dribbling spit all over it before plunging his tongue inside. The sensation of Sokka’s tongue entering his body made his toes curl. Sokka licked through Zuko’s clenching walls, thrusting deep, opening him up.
Sokka documented every single twitch, sound, and reaction Zuko made, hooded blue eyes in languid slits but unwavering from the man above as he ate him out. He was addicted to this already, could stay down here for hours, content with his face buried into Zuko’s ass.
He managed to get to ten minutes before Zuko tugged at him, begging him to fuck him, to put it in. Sokka withdrew reluctantly but not before tracing Zuko’s puffy rim one last time. He gave it a parting kiss and then crawled up Zuko’s body, planting a slew of kisses as he did.
“Sokka.” Zuko whined impatiently, legs wrapping around Sokka’s waist. “Hurry.”
Sokka chuckled and pressed their lips together slowly, placating Zuko momentarily with the sweet kiss. When they pulled apart, Sokka took a satisfying moment to bask in Zuko’s flushed, disheveled appearance. God, this man was unreal. He kissed him again, enjoying the way those supple lips immediately responded before reaching over to his bedside table to grab his lube.
“Are you comfortable like this or do you want to move?” Sokka asked while pouring a glob of lube into his hand.
Zuko ran his hands up Sokka’s sides idly. “Like this. Wanna see you.”
“Okay. I’m clean by the way but don’t have any condoms.”
“‘M clean too, and didn’t want a condom anyway.”
One of Zuko’s hands slipped down between their bodies and wrapped boldly around Sokka’s length. It pulsed under his touch, hot and heavy. He couldn’t wait to have it splitting him open.
“Want to feel you.” Zuko murmured while tightening his grip, making Sokka hiss.
“Shit. Okay.” Sokka rubbed the lube together quickly but before he could press a finger to Zuko’s hole, the long haired man shook his head.
“I prepped myself earlier. Before I went out.”
Sokka stared wordlessly at the other man, mind slowly filling with images of Zuko home alone in bed fingering himself, long beautiful fingers stretching himself out for some undeserving stranger. It was irrational how irritated Sokka got just thinking about someone else being in his position but he didn’t care.
Now that he’s gotten a taste of Zuko, he wouldn’t be sharing.
Zuko gasped when strong hands hiked him up from under his thighs, manhandling him so his ass was on Sokka’s lap. He watched Sokka guide his dick between his legs, feeling heat and sudden blunt pressure at his hole. Then he knocked his head back with a strangled moan when he felt the tip sink in.
“Damn, you’re tight.” Sokka rumbled out, hands digging into Zuko’s hips.
It’s been a while for Zuko and the burn at present signified that but he also welcomed the stretch, loving how every inch of Sokka branded him. The man was endless it seemed, even with his hips pressed flushed against Zuko’s, he didn’t bottom out yet. Not until Zuko found himself with his legs nearly over his shoulders and finally felt the heavy weight of Sokka’s balls against his skin.
“Fuck.” He croaked out.
Sokka met teary golden eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Zuko’s mouth. “I’m in. Tell me when I can move.”
It was unexpected but sexy as hell that Zuko was so damn flexible. And he felt amazing inside, warm walls fluttering and sucking Sokka in.
“M-move. Please, fuck. Fuck me.”
Sokka was a weak man to Zuko’s pretty begging.
Letting out a low guttural moan, Sokka rocked his hips forward and captured Zuko’s lips in a searing kiss, muffling the man’s whimper. The heat enveloped around his dick was soft and gripping. His first few thrusts were careful, experimental, but after that, he set a swift unrelenting pace and soon the room was filled with skin on skin clapping as he pounded Zuko into the sheets.
It didn’t take long for him to find Zuko’s prostate; he angled his hips and began striking the bundle of nerves repeatedly with merciless strokes, Zuko’s moans serving as fuel for him. He alternated from rapid thrusts to slow, deep grinding that had Zuko quivering.
Zuko clung to Sokka’s arms that were caging him in, body jostling upward from Sokka’s pistoning hips. He could barely get a complete breath in with Sokka’s dick claiming the deepest part of his body and was mindlessly staring up seeing nothing but blurry stars, feeling nothing but burning pleasure. If he wasn’t so deliriously out of it and looked down, Zuko would be able to see the outline of Sokka’s length stretching his stomach every time it filled him.
His eyes fluttered shut when Sokka leaned down and kissed him none too gently, parting his lips for the man’s commanding tongue and moaning as Sokka devoured him whole while maintaining that steady tempo.
“Hng- fu-fuck, feel s’good.” Zuko puffed into Sokka’s mouth before raking his nails up Sokka’s sweaty back, urging him to come down until they were chest to chest. He brought his legs down to rest, bracketing them around Sokka’s hips and gripped tight.
Sokka could really, really, get used to this. To Zuko kissing him back all pliant without reserves, just needy and making these soft little sounds that, coupled with the wet smacking their lips were already making, went straight to his dick. To being hugged between the warmest slicked thighs, ten inches deep in suctioning heat that clenched around him from tip to balls, fuck, to Zuko moaning his name like some porn star.
“There, Sokka-! Shit, d-don’t stop.”
Not only could he feel Zuko tightening up, a telltale sign of his approaching climax, but the man was actively rolling his hips down to meet Sokka’s thrusts. Sokka admired the movement of his alluring hips for a few moments before adjusting Zuko so he was bent over once again but this time his legs were now braced on Sokka’s shoulders, pale ankles hooked on either side.
Sokka draped himself over him, sliding his arms under Zuko’s head and drawing him close without an inch to spare. Most of his weight was on Zuko but he put some on his knees, effectively pushing deeper into Zuko’s passage and snapped his hips forward with renewed animalistic energy. Zuko trembled under him, squirming but unable to move since Sokka’s knees kept him pinned in place.
All Zuko could do was take it, being fucked stupid, but he loved every second that was bringing him to a mind blowing completion. The bed creaked slightly under their vigorous movement but the sound was overtaken by Zuko’s incoherent babbling. He snaked his hand around his aching cock, furiously stroking it in time with Sokka’s thrusts, chasing that familiar tingle surging between his legs.
“Ah shit, keep squeezing me, baby.” Sokka grunted, the feral sound peeling off into a breathless moan as he rolled his hips frantically. Pale and caramel tan collided in a blur, Sokka more than determined to fuse their lower bodies together.
“Hah, fuck, I’m coming.” Zuko whined before he fell over the edge, dick twitching as he released thick ropes of hot cum.
Sokka’s jaw locked at the immense pressure surrounding his length as Zuko’s orgasm ripped through him. He felt the tremors, could feel the man’s toes curling behind the back of his head. Zuko’s hole clamped down and Sokka spilled into him heavily after a few more sloppy thrusts. He groaned, resting his cheek against the top of Zuko’s head while emptying his load inside of Zuko’s spent body.
“Nnn, fuck.” Sokka clenched the sheets as he continued to cum, balls twitching. Another pathetic moan slipped out. How fucking pent up was he, damn.
Zuko stroked Sokka’s back as the man released a final wave of cum. He felt the hot liquid streaming inside, the titillating sensation wet and sticky, leaving him craving for more. It left him feeling full so when Sokka started pulling out, he trapped him in his legs.
“Stay.”
“I will, I was just going to clean you up.”
“Not yet. I like it.”
And then Zuko clenched his ass.
Sokka sent up a quick thankful prayer to any higher being or spirit that it was him who approached Zuko at the bar tonight. He wrapped his arms around Zuko’s waist, snuggling him happily.
“Has anyone told you how unfairly hot you are?”
Zuko laughed softly.
Sokka sighed, rubbing his face against Zuko’s chest. “I’m hard again. For the record I do want to catch up. But I’m thinking after this cuddling session, we shower, get a few more rounds in, sleep, and then catch up over breakfast? Maybe accept my date offer?”
“Mhm.” Zuko wrapped his own arms around Sokka‘s neck. “Sounds like a plan. Date offer accepted. I’m looking forward to it.”
Sokka lifted his head and leaned in to kiss Zuko sweetly.
“Perfect.”