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It seems like such a stupid thing, to be afraid of.
Zuko is the Firelord. He is in charge of a nation. He has fought in wars. He has survived horrible injury and abuse and come out the otherside, maybe not undamaged but alive and healing.
And he has never had sex before.
It is something he did not put much thought into in the past, following a truly uncomfortable lesson with royal tutors who used a horrible mix of far too many metaphors and starkly clinical diagrams to show the mechanics. People who emphasized the need to continue bloodlines, that… completion must be reached no matter how terrible the discomfort.
That pain and the enduring thereof was simply part of the act.
But life does not allow for even a moment of thought on the topic for a long time. Injury, banishment, war, overthrowing his own father and taking the throne, all happening in a calamity of years.
It isn’t until his engagement is announced, until Sokka is smiling soft and heart wrenching in the quiet of the gardens, holding an intricately carved choker out towards him in the glow of the twilight sun, until Zuko is laughing and being swept up into crushing hug after he says yes, and tries to defend himself against the onslaught of peppering kisses on his face.
That the reality of it returns.
And it is not as if they have done nothing.
Zuko doesn’t think there is a strong enough person alive who could date someone like Sokka and be entirely unaffected. Someone so tactile and warm, and quick to throw arms over shoulders and lace fingers together, and throw Zuko a cheeky look before dragging him behind a pillar to kiss the life out of him against the stone.
But it is that, and no further. Makeouts and heavy petting, and falling asleep in a half-dressed heap in one another’s room, or spread out on a blanket in the gardens.
It is not a thing mentioned, but there is a line left uncrossed.
Sokka knows.
Only because he had asked with absolutely no lead up to it, and Zuko had been so shocked at the question he had only stammered out a ‘no, I haven’t.’
It is not something talked about among the royals and highborn families, but he knows just from being around Sokka that they were not brought up the same way. That such topics in the Water Tribes are spoken about openly, with none of the attached taboos.
Sokka doesn’t pressure, doesn’t even bring it up again after that, and seems to have an uncanny ability to know when to pull things back from getting a step too far.
Zuko loves him.
Has never felt more cared for and treasured than laying in his boyfriend’s arms and held close, smiling through kiss-bruised lips as Sokka murmurs nonsense into his hair while their heart rates come back down.
It is a trust earned and never broken.
And Zuko forgets, after a while, that there is a ‘more’ to this at all. Because it is comfortable and wonderful and there is a hand always outstretched to grab one of his, and a goofy grin always ready to cause some chaos, and Zuko loves him.
So of course he says yes.
Of course he accepts the painstakingly carved choker and Sokka’s teary cheeks between his palms as he smiles and kisses him again and again. And his chest warms and beats with the triumph of saying finally, finally our one good thing is saying he’ll stay .
But it is the aftermath.
Of gossip scrolls and whispering staff, and council members slapping palms on his shoulders in congratulations with disquieting looks of smug amusement. And jokes he overhears from other nobles with raucous laughter in their wake.
“You know what they say about Water Tribesmen. Our poor Firelord is about to be split in half.”
“He will have to appoint someone to sit in the throne afterwards, since he is sure not going to be able.”
“I would pay a handsome sum to be able to watch. We used to be able to, back in the day, for proof. Poor betrothed had to bleed for an audience to see.”
All of it sparks and grows as the days stretch, every word sinking teeth into his mind as he tries to reconcile what is about to happen with what he knows Sokka to be.
Kind. Wonderful. Sharp and goofy in equal measure.
Everything Zuko has ever wanted.
But no matter how hard he tries to believe Sokka would not live up to rumour, he cannot quite convince himself. Because trust has always been slow growing for him, a feat managed only through constant checks and balances.
And it is an earth-shatteringly painful thing, to blink into the darkness of his room with Sokka tucked comfortably into his chest, and think-
Please. Please do not become another person who has hurt me.
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Sokka picks up on it.
Of course he does.
It would be hard not to, with how crushing Zuko’s anxiety surrounding it has become. How now every quick offer of a hand or the brush of lips to his forehead is enough to make him almost flinch. The lovely comfort of it having been tarnished by worst-case scenarios only.
And it is only a few days of this, before he confronts him.
Where the soft knock at Zuko’s door in the early morning makes every nerve ending alight beneath his skin in warning, and every step feel lead-weighted as he crosses to answer.
Though his own fear is somewhat shoved sideways the moment he takes in the sight of his betrothed, heart aching instantly as he notices the quiet carefulness of Sokka’s face. “Can we talk?”
Zuko’s eyes widen, darting his gaze between the openly pained look and the nervous shifting of Sokka’s hands as he tries to figure out what exactly is happening. “I… yes? Come inside.”
Sokka does, but stops just inside the threshold and lightly presses the door shut behind his back. He is silent for a long moment, eyeing Zuko with clear worry that pinches his brows and immediately makes Zuko want to reach out and soothe the tension. “Are you-” He sighs, folding his arms over his chest in a way that screams defensiveness. “Zuko, are you having second thoughts? About this?”
Zuko takes a second to catch his meaning, and it isn’t until Sokka nods towards his neck, towards his choker, that he understands. “What?! I- no, Sokka, of course not.” His own hand raises, clutching the carved stone against his throat as if it is about to be ripped away from him.
A bit of relief washes over Sokka’s face, but he still looks troubled as he nods. “Did I rush you into it, though? I mean, I thought we were on the same page about it, but if you aren’t ready you can just tell me, you know?” The hurt is obvious, the tick in his cheek giving it away as he clenches his mouth closed after the words, hoarseness belying just how high his emotions have managed to climb.
Zuko does step forward then, taking Sokka’s jaw between his palms and soothing his thumbs over his cheekbones. “Sokka I said yes, obviously I want to marry you, I have for years. You aren’t rushing me.” He is relieved to see the bit of softness return as Sokka leans into the hold, and Zuko continues to stroke beneath his eyes as his mind tries to piece things together.
Sokka nods, but he sighs quietly and looks right at Zuko with a sharp gaze. “So then what is going on, Zuks?”
He halfway opens his mouth to speak, ready to say ‘nothing,’ but it already feels unfair to do so. Especially now. It does not help that his face immediately flushes, ears burning as he cuts his gaze down to a point vaguely at the seam of Sokka’s collar and clears his throat.
“Zuko.” He is unbearably grateful for the sudden soft hold of Sokka’s arms around him, and the brush of lips across his temple as Sokka continues. “When I asked you yesterday if you wanted to come sleep with me you looked like you were going to be ill. So if I’ve done something that… warrants that, I would like to know.”
If the ground wanted to open up beneath Zuko and swallow him down into a pit, now would be the most perfect timing imaginable.
As it is, all he can do is tip forward to gently smack his forehead into Sokka’s shoulder with a groan as he feels his flush start to reach volcanic status. “You didn’t do anything, it isn’t- I mean I’m just-”
It sounds damning, even muffled into the cloth of Sokka’s shirt, but Sokka only sounds relieved as his arms tighten around Zuko’s back. “Just?”
“I’m scared of your dick.”
And no amount of mumbling or using Sokka to muffle the words does enough to cover them completely, leaving Zuko so flooded with embarrassment he is vaguely wondering if you can die from being so thoroughly humiliated.
It is decidedly not helped, when he feels Sokka go stock still against him, coughing once in something suspiciously close to a laugh. “It’s not funny!”
He pulls back enough to glare, red-faced and defensive, except Sokka is just watching him right back with a soft gaze and a smile of sudden understanding. “I’m trying very hard not to laugh, but I promise it is only at the situation, not at you.” He does chuckle, pressing a lingering kiss to Zuko’s brow before continuing. “Wanna enlighten me as to why?”
Zuko sighs, but he can’t help but ease a bit at the warm comfort of the contact. “You know I’m not- that I haven’t- you know.” He gestures vaguely near their hips. “And I didn’t really think about it much, but now we’re getting married, and I just…”
“Panicked?” He can feel Sokka’s smile against his skin as he nods. “You know… we don’t have to have sex, right? Like, ever?”
It is impossible to hold back the eyeroll, and the quiet scoff. “I appreciate the chivalry, but we definitely do. If I were anyone other than myself, maybe, but they will be watching me like hawks for signs of an incoming heir.”
“And they can go fuck themselves.” Sokka’s easy expression hardens slightly, brows tense as he reaches to cup the side of Zuko’s face. “I have no interest in taking someone I love against their will for the sake of baby-making. And if it becomes an issue there are other ways to go about that.”
At Zuko’s quizzical look, Sokka huffs and rolls his eyes. “Leave it to the Fire Nation to lose all perspective of sexual and reproductive education in the name of never letting other nation’s traditions be heard within their borders. Sometimes I think it is a wonder anyone in history has managed the act here with how little care they took to understand it.”
“I was educated.” Zuko can’t help but be a bit defensive, even if he knows how correct Sokka is. “Somewhat.”
Sokka cocks his head, sighing through his nose with visible frustration. “Let me guess, a speech on how it is your duty to your nation? That your own wants don’t matter, as long as you please your spouse?”
Which is accurate enough that Zuko’s mouth closes, brows furrowing as he tries to rein in his own discomfort with this conversation. “It wouldn’t be… unwilling.” It is lame enough as a reply, frustration coating the words even as a spike of fear once again sits cold against his ribs.
It is true though.
Because if it has to be anyone, at least it would be Sokka.
Who does not look in any way convinced when he manages to drag his gaze back up, expression edging towards the line of pain once more as his jaw works. “Zuko you…” He pauses, staring at Zuko as if something terrible has just occurred to him. “You know I would never hurt you, right?”
Zuko nods, tightly, clearing his throat as he shrugs a shoulder. “Of course you wouldn’t, not intentionally.”
“Not at all, ever.” Sokka takes a breath, eyebrow raised as he watches intently. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Zuko freezes, staring right back as his words choke briefly. “I…” The thought is daunting, strangely, but at the same time there is a large portion of fear that is starting to shift into curiosity. “I don’t know?”
Which is as unhelpful as it gets as far as answers go, but Sokka does not seem bothered, smiling crooked and soft in his direction as he offers his hand out between them. “Would you like to find out?”
Zuko’s breath catches, wide-eyed as he stares at the hand and then back at Sokka. “Right now?!”
Sokka nods. “I know the tradition here is to wait until marriage but I would far rather have you spend our wedding having the best day of your life than panicking the entire time about what is going to happen afterwards.” He wiggles his fingers towards Zuko. “Yes or no, do you want to figure out what you like, right now?”
And he knows Sokka wouldn’t push the issue, he knows this is an offer that would be open to take at any point, but Zuko also knows his courage is likely to fail him at every turn if he doesn’t try something to appease his own self-doubt.
He takes Sokka’s hand, nodding and managing to quietly speak through the tightness of nerves. “Yes.”
Sokka’s smile is softer still, and he uses the new grip to tug Zuko forward and press a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Then I’m all yours.”
The touch is instantly soothing, a familiar press that Zuko has coveted daily since they first started dating, and it is enough to pull a smile of his own, tilting his head up to catch a proper kiss instead.
It is still well travelled ground, lips on lips and wandering hands, until Zuko reaches a hand just past Sokka’s hip to snag the latch of the door between his fingers and slide the locking bolt home. And then it is Sokka’s gaze snapping open, heated, before his lips begin to trail sideways across Zuko’s jaw.
Zuko is suddenly aware of every sensation, head tilting to the side as Sokka nips a line to the softer part of his throat, only to snag it in his teeth and suck a bruise into the skin with a satisfied hum. His pulse pounds in the span of a second, throbbing into the ache of the new mark in steady pulses as Zuko hisses.
It is still something they have done before, but there is a charge to it this time that Zuko has never felt, mind still whirling with a heady mix of anticipation and anxiety.
He can feel the heat of his skin when Sokka lets go, soothing his tongue along once before returning to Zuko’s mouth when he is tugged back.
Zuko keeps a grip in Sokka’s hair this time, fingers running up the back of his neck to tangle into the base of the wolftail. It pulls an interesting noise from his boyfriend, Sokka inhaling sharply before sliding his tongue into the seam of Zuko’s lips.
It is enough to coax Zuko to do it again, tightening his grip with an amused noise as Sokka’s arms wrap tight below his ribs and pull him that much closer. The press of him along Zuko’s front is lovely, warm and still familiar, until Sokka takes the opportunity to hook an arm under Zuko’s thighs and hoist him up.
Zuko breaks off with a startled sound as he is suddenly no longer touching the ground, legs grabbing purchase immediately around Sokka’s hips as he stares down at him. “Sokka, what-”
“-We are not doing this at your front door Zuko, you deserve better than that.” Sokka presses a quick kiss to the cloth above Zuko’s heart, as his arms anchor themselves around his hips. “Besides which I think you will be grateful for somewhere to lay down.”
Zuko huffs a laugh despite himself, making a point to snag the tie of Sokka’s hair and tug it free to thread his hands through the long strands. “Arrogant.”
“Determined.” Sokka laughs, striding out of the entryway and making a beeline to Zuko’s bedchamber. Zuko is mildly impressed, he is not exactly feather light even with Sokka’s daily sparring regime. “I have been given the most important mission of my life!”
It is said with such extreme grandiose that Zuko bursts out laughing, landing on his back with a snort as he smacks a hand onto Sokka’s chest as he follows him down onto the bed. “Dork.”
“Mhm.” Sokka smiles, reaching a hand up to trace a light line across Zuko’s cheekbone as he lets his weight sink into the cradle of Zuko’s hips. “That being said, you can stop me anytime. Don’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to, the whole point of this is to make you feel good.”
Zuko can feel his cheeks heat, but he nods, and is rewarded for his answer with a pair of fingers tipping beneath his chin to pull him into another kiss.
It is soft, and sweet, and more assurance than any pressing thing, but no matter what he can still feel the difference. The weight and warmth against him, the firm coaxing of Sokka’s tongue sucking at his own, the hand drifting down his side and flank to rest along his waist.
But he also doesn’t want to be a passive party in this, and forces his own nerves back to get a grip down the back of Sokka’s shirt and tug pointedly. It is easy enough to peel off, Sokka sitting up just enough to allow it with a smile as he shimmies his arms out, before Zuko tosses it aside. And then it is a warm hand asking along his own belly, waiting for his nod before his own shirt is being undone to pool at his sides.
Sokka’s gaze is a heated, hungry, thing as it slides down the expanse of newly bared skin. It is not as if they have never seen one another naked, having happened often enough in their youths, but quick glances are not much in comparison to this. Intention is everything, and Zuko takes a sharp breath when Sokka’s warm palm meets his ribs, fingers stroking over his belly and up his sternum to lay against his heart. “Have you done anything on your own before?”
Zuko clears his throat, glad for the flush already racing down his torso to cover any new embarrassment. “Some. Sort of, but nothing… great.” Which is true, even if it had been very recent. Even if it was entirely due to Sokka, riling him up so beyond what he knew he was capable of in an intense makeout behind a pillar.
But the hurried trip to his own rooms afterwards had resulted only in frustration, body hot and needy but met with unpracticed hands and shame-faced nervousness as he tried to get anywhere at all. It had only taken the span of about twenty minutes before he had given up, sore and raging, and any attempt at sleep afterwards had been plagued by the memory of Sokka’s thigh between his own, and his tongue Zuko’s mouth.
Even right now that rise is already well past the point of no return, with Sokka’s weight resting so perfectly between his legs, warm steady pressure giving Zuko an unbearable want to rock his hips against him.
Sokka just nods, leaning down to kiss him lightly before pulling back a bit with a raised brow. “Well, that should be an easy milestone to manage.” His head cocks, a cheeky look crossing his features as a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. “Can I use my mouth on you?”
It is said so point blank and open that Zuko’s mind halts entirely for a moment, gaze immediately darting to Sokka’s tongue sliding once against his teeth. “I-” The thought of it is insane, and not at all something Zuko was ever told about, but the second the image is in his head he has to fight the urge to squirm as his body floods with heat. “Just your mouth?”
Sokka nods, lowering himself to trail kisses down Zuko’s neck and throat, stopping at the base of his collarbone to nip at the skin there. “Unless you tell me otherwise.” He continues downwards, leaving a path of damp skin in the wake of his mouth until he stops just above Zuko’s navel. Sokka’s hand drifts up his side to gently cup the softness of his chest, thumbing over Zuko’s nipple slowly in a way that instantly has his breath coming faster. “This is about you, Zuks. If you want to stop, we stop. If you want something else, we do something else.” Sokka watches him through his lashes, smiling as he pointedly drags his tongue across a softer part of Zuko’s belly, sucking at the skin briefly before parting. “Yes or no?”
Zuko’s heart races, staring down at his boyfriend and suddenly being overwhelmed with why they are together in the first place. That this gorgeous, wonderful, kind person chose him to love and trust. And he has never given Zuko any reason not to offer him the same in kind.
“Yes.”
Sokka’s smile is blinding, and Zuko can’t help laughing at the spike of ridiculousness when he visibly wiggles in excitement, shimmying down Zuko’s body to get his fingers tugging the laces of his pants loose. “Shut up. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” It is more than a bit endearing to see an answering flush hit Sokka’s cheeks as he pulls Zuko’s pants down. “I’ve got the hottest boyfriend on the planet, and it's been killing me a little bit.”
Zuko is still laughing as he is bared completely, kicking his pants free to land somewhere on the floor, and waiting for a rush of nervousness that never manages to surface.
Because Sokka is immediately back between his legs, pulling one of Zuko’s thighs over his shoulder as he smiles and presses a lingering kiss to the soft skin. “I’ve got you, I promise.” And then it is a warm palm beneath his other leg to spread him a little bit wider as Sokka settles between them, and suddenly Zuko can hear his own heartbeat roaring in his ears.
The first touch is enough to steal the air from his lungs, as the wet warmth of Sokka’s tongue drags firmly, slowly, through him. The sensation is so foreign Zuko doesn’t even know what to do with it, until the second lick spreads him deeper, longer, continuing up the length of him to stroke along his clit.
His nerves fire instantly, so very different from his clumsy attempts with his own fingers, and his body moves without his input, hips arching into the next pass as Zuko gets a grip into the sheets at his sides. Heat bolts down his spine, pooling in his belly as he digs his teeth into his lip to try and stifle a noise.
Sokka is not having it though, looking up at him through his lashes before parting enough to speak. “Don’t do that, babe, let me hear you.” His hands slide along the bed, reaching for Zuko’s clenched ones and pulling them free from the bedspread to lace into his own instead. “There’s no one here but us, the more relaxed you are the better this will be.”
Easier said than done, but Zuko does manage to unclench his jaw when Sokka leans in again, breathing heavy as his thighs tighten on either side of his face. Sokka doesn’t seem to mind though, making a pleased noise and returning to his task with enthusiasm. Each firm lick parts him further, makes him wetter, still teasing but so close to actually catching on him that Zuko can’t help but squirm, seeking something he can’t quite formulate.
Sokka doesn’t relent, returning once more to his clit but this time remaining, this time sealing his mouth along the swelling redness of his sex and flattening his tongue beneath it before sucking.
There is no hope against holding a sound back in the wake of that, and Zuko’s gasp shakes through his ribs as Sokka keeps going, jaw working against him as the firm steady suction does not let up for even a second. His hands tighten on Sokka’s, likely bruising his knuckles with the strength of his grip, as he arches clear off the bed.
He didn’t know it could be like this, that every inch of sensation would be so overwhelming, like his body had been waiting all along to have Sokka right where he is. Zuko can feel the wet mess of himself growing with every passing second, trailing down his thighs and onto the sheet beneath, and he would be embarrassed if there were any room left in his head except for white hot pleasure. “Sokka, Sokka, I-”
His legs tighten, thighs like a vice on Sokka’s face, but his boyfriend only hums happily against him, tongue rolling his clit back and forth in his mouth as his jaw settles deeper into the slick folds.
Zuko abruptly yanks one of his hands free, reaching down to get a grip in Sokka’s hair and pull him even harder. “Please, I’m almost, I’m so-” He can’t quite finish the thought, belly tightening as Sokka moans into his mouthful, doubling down his efforts until Zuko is almost shouting.
It is a bit like dying, whatever is happening, because his body goes entirely taut, muscles snapping rigid as his abdomen tightens like a pressured coil.
And it is the look, that finally does him in.
Sokka watching him through his lashes with blown out eyes, so openly fond and full of love it makes Zuko’s chest ache like a wounded thing.
And letting go has never felt safer.
Relaxing into him suddenly skyrockets the already brink-teetering pleasure, and Zuko barely has the wherewithal to stay conscious as the pressure in his belly finally gives, pulsing through his cunt and pelvis in waves as he whines through it. His body writhes, squirming beneath Sokka as he rides each crest of it, and it is impossible to tell his legs to let go where they have clamped onto his face.
Sokka stays right with him though, slowing his own movements with every diminishing pulse, but not letting go until Zuko goes properly slack, and drops back against the sheets to pant loudly as aftershocks continue to tug beneath his navel.
It is impossible to get enough air for a moment, heaving breaths that almost hurt as he fights to come back down, but then there is a hand reaching up to stroke along his ribs, and lips trailing sticky wetness along his thigh as they kiss every bit of skin within reach.
Sokka is a mess, face red and shiny, and so obviously pleased with himself it almost makes Zuko want to grab a pillow to chuck at him. But there is also a rawness to it, a bite of aching emotion that Zuko can see reflected right back at him through the blown out gaze, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach down for him and haul him up properly.
Sokka’s lips are red and swollen against his own, and Zuko tries for gentle but misses by a mile the second he gets a taste of himself. It is filthy, sticky and sore, and so very lovely to pull Sokka as close as he can into his arms and hook a still shaky thigh over his hip to drag him downwards.
Sokka goes wide-eyed at the sudden hold, rocking his hips minutely the second the heat of his cock gets pressed between their bodies, still trapped within the confines of his pants. His breath rushes out of him, breaking off from Zuko to pant against his jaw. “Zuko, ah-” It is a little bit of triumph to get some leverage, reaching a hand down to slip beneath his waist band only to have his wrist snatched in a firm grip as Sokka yanks it between them instead. “I am barely hanging on, so if you want more from me you have to say so.”
Zuko’s head cocks, trying to ignore the bit of pride stirring in his chest at the clear desperation in the words. “Just from that?”
Sokka shoots him a glare, but it lacks any bite as he rolls his eyes. “Fuck you, yes just from that. Do you have any idea how hot that was? The most gorgeous person alive crushing my head with his thighs? If I’m picking a way to die, that is how I want to go out.” He grins, bending back towards Zuko to plant a noisy kiss on his cheek.
Zuko doesn’t let him go far though, getting a hand along his jaw to pull him closer and kiss him properly.
And this time it is soft. This time it is with all of the tension thoroughly crushed away as he relishes the contact, body warm and languid with his mind still a pleasant haze of half-baked thought. “And if I did?” He whispers when they part to breathe. “Say so?”
Sokka’s smile is soft, and he nuzzles into Zuko’s cheek for a moment before he answers.
“Then you can have anything you want.”
~~
It is a softer rise this time.
With all the desperation and stress melted away under Sokka’s attention, it is easier to simply lay back and hand him the reins. And the trust is not misplaced, not with kisses being peppered on every inch of his skin available, and hands stroking down his sides as he is arranged the way Sokka wants.
His earlier fear is already a distant memory as he swings a leg over Sokka’s lap, letting his weight settle across his hips and feeling the pulse of his cock pressed tight between his belly and Zuko’s cunt.
Zuko’s body never truly quieted to begin with, not with a newly introduced want suddenly on the table, and a part of him is loudly protesting that they could have been doing this all along.
And of course it would be like this.
Of course it would be Sokka holding him tight in his lap, pressing his lips all along Zuko’s throat and chest as he says an endless stream of sweetness into his skin. “So gorgeous, so beautiful, look at you baby, you’re so perfect, I love you, I love you, I love you-”
Except Zuko can barely hear it through the thudding of his own pulse as Sokka’s fingers sink deeper inside of him, two breaching him right to the hilt before thrusting lightly, and his body moves with it on instinct, meeting each thrust with an arch of his hips. His own words are a mess, pressed into Sokka’s temple as he writhes against him, whining loudly when a mouth closes on his nipple and suckles at him. “Please, please, Sokka, I-”
There is a hum against him, before the fingers withdraw a bit and a third is added, and this time the press inwards has him keening, head falling back as his hips work around the new stretch. It is full, and it feels impossible to have anything more than this, but at the same time he can almost feel what it would be like, and the greed that sits heavy in his belly is a starving thing.
“Sokka!” It is a grip in his hair that does it, Zuko yanking Sokka free from the softness of his chest to meet his gaze. “Now.”
And Sokka doesn’t argue, only nods and leans to nudge Zuko’s nose with his own. It is only a moment of emptiness, as he pulls his fingers free, before reaching to slide his cock through the wet mess of Zuko’s cunt a couple of times and lining up. “Slow. Don’t rush.”
Zuko’s mind whites out at the first catch of a cockhead against him, spreading him open and resting just there, huge and daunting, and he wants it so fucking badly he feels insane. Gravity is on his side at least, and letting his weight drop a bit has the first bare inch sliding into him, thick and hot, and Zuko is already panting from the effort as it meets resistance.
Sokka is there to halt him though, an arm around his back and a hand gripped tight to his hip to keep him still. And there are lips pressing to his jaw, his cheek, a nose nuzzling into his sweat-damp temple as Sokka coaxes the tension back. “Easy, easy, breathe Zuko, I’ve got you.” His grip shifts, palm splaying across Zuko’s lower back and pressing pointedly. “Towards me a bit, yes just like that-”
Zuko gasps as he feels the shift, arching into him and whining as the pressure gives, and Sokka sinks in smoothly. It is so much, so full that his thighs shake as he descends, still trembling when their hips are flush and Zuko starts making little punched out noises as he struggles to adjust.
It does not hurt, but there is an ache to his hips and his belly that he knows will be felt tomorrow.
But more than anything it is the closeness of the two of them, of the aching trust and love that makes him feel a second away from tears as Sokka gathers him even closer. Lips find his own, and it is less of a kiss and more of a sharing of breath, of Sokka panting nearly as hard as he is, looking up at Zuko in utter adoration as he smiles.
“Okay I may have thought it was a little bit funny that you were afraid of my dick, but apparently I’m the one that should have been afraid of you.” It is hoarse, and Zuko can feel the rigid muscles against him as Sokka fights to remain still. “Fuck, I take back what I said about how I wanted to die. This is it.”
Zuko grins shakily, getting his hands to obey long enough to get a hold of Sokka’s face and press his forehead to his lover’s. “No dying.” He rocks a bit, just to test, and the slight slide out and in is enough to have them both gasping. “Fuck- I need to-.”
He rises to his knees, feeling every slow inch that slides free from him, before carefully dropping right back down. He does it again, gaining confidence with every thrust as pleasure shoots white hot up his spine with every move, and Sokka hands continue to adjust him in little ways until he is just riding him freely.
And suddenly the softness of it is no longer enough, and Zuko’s lack of leverage turns into the most frustrating thing imaginable. “More, Sokka, I need-”
It is all he gets out before he is suddenly empty, and he is half a second from singing Sokka’s eyebrows in irritation before he is being flipped onto his knees. “You will like this more.” Sokka’s voice is hoarse and near a growl as he nudges Zuko’s legs apart, cock dragging through his cunt before it presses inside once more.
It is instantly better, deeper, arms circling his belly to haul him back with proper leverage and the first snap of Sokka’s hips is so good Zuko’s back bows. It is a proper rhythm, growing with speed and sound as Zuko’s cunt soaks them both, making every thrust echo obscenely off the walls of his room.
It is incredible, full and deep, and Zuko wonders how he is supposed to do anything else for the rest of his life while this is on the table, not helping as he feels the newly familiar tightening in his belly once more, body keying up so fast it is like it was waiting for this.
Sokka isn’t much better off, arms tight around Zuko’s torso like iron bands as his teeth catch a hold on the back of Zuko’s neck with a whine. “Fuck, Zuko, fuck, are you-” He doesn’t finish the thought, but one hand reaches down to slide across the cut of Zuko’s hip, fingers finding their way to where he is red hot and swollen to stroke his clit.
It doesn’t take more than a handful of seconds after that, Zuko shoving a hand behind him to get a grip into Sokka’s asscheek as he bucks between his cock and his fingers, whining so loud it doesn’t even sound like him.
It is even stronger than the first time, the tightening ball of pleasure digging deep in his pelvis as he starts to properly lose it, head dropping back to Sokka’s shoulder as he falls completely apart. It is so much more like this, cunt clamping down on the cock still spreading him impossibly wide, pulsing against it as his already sore abs contract tight, bracing against the wild pleasure of if as Zuko lets go.
He comes back to himself in fragments.
In the sound of Sokka muffling a shout into Zuko’s shoulder, body stilling against him as his arms tighten even further.
In the shaking of ribs against one another as each of them tries to get their breath back.
In the hands that reach for both of his own, twining fingers and coaxing Zuko back to drop the entirety of his weight against Sokka.
And he does, far too exhausted and world shatteringly satisfied to argue, letting his body sink into the warm embrace like the decadent thing that it is. It is lovely just like this, held and comfortable, and Zuko feels a tide of emotion sweeping forward so fast he does not have a chance to stop it before his eyes begin to sting.
And then he begins to laugh.
Enough that it jostles the both of them, enough that Sokka makes a curious noise and reaches a palm to Zuko’s jaw to pull his gaze, and then looks instantly worried the second he catches sight of the stray tears. “Zuko, what-”
But Zuko doesn’t let him finish, already darting upwards to catch Sokka’s lips with his own, hand finding the roughness of stubble along his jaw to keep him there for a long moment and savouring every soft touch of their mouths together.
And he only pulls back when his already tired lungs begin to protest, and even then only enough to lean his forehead against Sokka’s temple with a soft sigh.
“I just can’t wait to marry you.”
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