FIC: Say Anything (The Taking Turns series)
Say Anything
By Keelywolfe
NC-17
Sokka/Zuko, Zuko/Suki
Summary: Sokka had a brilliant idea. An awful idea. Sokka had a brilliant, awful idea!
Sixth in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Notes: Did I just write...het? I think I may actually be traumatized. Do you know how long it's been since I wrote het? I'd say at least ten years. 520 weeks. 3652 days if you count leap years.
Someone hold me.
~~*~~
Sokka had this problem. He'd had it his entire life, a glitch of sorts, almost a tic, really. Every once in a while, his mouth would open and things he never intended to say would spill out where everyone could hear it. He was kind of used to it by now, had grown accustomed to hearing himself comment on his gran gran's age or sister's wardrobe or on one memorable occasion, her weight, and he'd gotten used to the bruises involved with his little issue.
So it wasn't like he was surprised when it happened, he just wished that somewhere along the line he'd developed a little more skill in cover up. Like when they were watching Zuko and Aang go through their firebending forms. The flames weaving from their fingers had already left him glassy-eyed, watching the two boys sweating even in the early morning coolness. His mouth waited until they eased to a stop, turning and bowing to each other, before it chose to pop open and let some incredibly stupid words fall out and flop at his feet.
"I think you should do that last form again."
Both Zuko and Aang stopped, Zuko in the process of wiping his face with a small cloth and Aang eagerly taking a drink from a smiling Katara. Slurping noisily, Aang wiped at a dribble of juice on his chin before he asked, "Why? That was perfect!"
"It was adequate," Zuko corrected, toweling under his arms. "But we've been practicing all morning. I don't see a reason to do it again." He looked questioningly at Sokka, obviously waiting for his explanation. One that he didn't have because his mouth hadn't consulted with his brain first, so it left him with his mouth gaping like a fish, struggling for something to say because he couldn't go with the truth, could not say, 'Well, Aang, my dear fellow, I'd like the two of you to go through it again because Zuko is exceptionally hot when he does it, all smooth muscle and glowing skin, and when we have sex -- by the way, did I mention we're having sex? No? Well, when we do, it's always dark so I never get to see him like this, flushed and sweaty and--'...yeah. That wasn't going to be said.
Everyone was looking at him with varying degrees of curiosity, waiting. It was Suki who saved him, lovely, wonderful Suki, who piped up with, "I think you should, too." He didn't have time to gaze at her in loving gratitude because she didn't stop, "It was pretty hot."
Aang and Zuko both froze, staring at her. Aang had a straw dangling from between his lips, dripping juice and Zuko had been just about to splash cool water from the fountain on his face, the water instead leaking out from between his fingers. Both of their faces were reddening in a way that had nothing to do with exertion.
"Of course it was hot, they were firebending," Toph yawned, picking idly at her toes.
"Not hot fire," Suki scoffed, "Hot hot, you know, sweaty muscles and all that."
Aang and Zuko were both brilliantly red and Zuko was already pulling his shirt on with unseemly haste, the fabric catching on his damp skin. Sokka sighed inwardly, cursing his stupid mouth with its stupid ways.
"I guess it's nice if you like that sort of thing," Toph grumbled. "But unless they want to come over and give a girl a feel, I guess you'll have to enjoy it on your own."
Aang was nearly purple, practically gobbling in his efforts to say something and Zuko took the opportunity to flee, walking just a tiny bit too fast for perfect dignity as he made his escape. Sokka glumly watched him go.
"I tried for you," Suki murmured into his ear, just loud enough that he could hear her over Aang's indignant protests. Her soft breath made goose pimples rise on his skin.
"I know," Sokka sighed. "But now he's off to..." he trailed off, slowly pushing himself upright. He knew exactly where Zuko was off to because he went there every day after their firebending practice. Every day.
His mouth may be stupid but Sokka's brain managed to make up for it from time to time and oh, it had a whopper of a plan this time.
"C'mon," Sokka hissed, grabbing Suki's hand and tugging her to her feet. She followed him somewhat bemusedly, the two of them darting down the path that Zuko had just taken. She managed to keep her peal of laughter soft when she heard his plan and it was brilliant, if Sokka did say so himself, and he did.
Zuko would never know what hit him.
~~*~~
There was something to be said for being royalty and that something was it was awesome. The proof of that was in the bath. The huge bath. The gorgeous bath that was big enough for a party and a band, if they all felt like hopping in the water. Forget the decorations, all that painting and carving junk, it was the tub that was the glory of the bath.
Sokka figured that the one in the Fire Lord's private chamber was probably even nicer but by some unspoken agreement, they had all left that wing of the house alone. Not that Sokka hadn't considered poking through all the stuff in there or maybe even burning the Fire Lord's undershorts out of spite, but it just would have been weird. Almost like the spirit of the Fire Lord might be lingering in the place where he'd slept. Besides, he figured some of Zuko's mom's stuff might be in there, too, and...yeah. You just don't disrespect a guy's mom like that.
So they stuck with the regular glorious bathing chamber instead of the super-ultra glorious, even Zuko. Zuko who was currently using it just like he did every day after Firebending practice, soaking sore muscles in lovely warm water. And conveniently, like most people who took baths, he preferred to do it naked, which made it a lot harder to flee when Sokka and Suki slipped into the room and locked the door behind them.
Really, this was just the best plan ever.
Zuko's eyes slit open then went wide as he saw them and he sat up, palming his wet hair out of his face. "What are you doing?!" The last word hit an octave that Sokka was willing to bet Zuko hadn't used since before he'd started shaving.
"Coming in," Suki said cheerfully. "The water's warm, isn't it?"
"I...you..." Zuko sputtered, words trailing off as Suki stripped off her top, breasts bouncing lightly as they were freed from the constricting cloth.
"Yeah, we thought we'd join you," Sokka agreed, watching Zuko watch Suki. This was what he'd been betting on. Zuko had said he had a girlfriend and it stood to reason that said girlfriend had had breasts. If he liked them at all, then Suki's would have to be a nice little incentive.
Suki clasped her hands behind her back and it had the effect of pushing her chest out, pink nipples hardening in the cool air, "We don't have to stay if you don't want."
Sokka almost groaned. Of course she'd give him an out. That was Suki all the way, sweet and concerned and if he didn't love her so much, he'd wring her pretty little neck.
He watched the bob of Zuko's adam's apple as he swallowed, eyes flicking to Sokka, back to Suki. C'mon, Sokka urged silently. Take the bait, they were soft and perky, no man could resist the lure of perfect boobs!
"You can stay," Zuko said slowly, and Sokka's inner cheer was probably heard by everyone in the spirit world. His eyes flicked to Sokka again and held, blue against gold, before going back to Suki, "If that's what you want."
"Oh, we want," Sokka drawled, quickly shedding his own clothes and hopping into the water. He hissed softly, it was almost too hot, but he adjusted quickly, sliding down in it up to his chin. He let his eyes fall half-shut, watching Suki tug her hair loose, slipping off the rest of her clothes before climbing into the tub. She let out a little squeal at the temperature, sinking in up to her waist.
Zuko didn't seem to know where to look, his eyes darting nervously around before settling on the water.
"Is this all right?" Suki inquired, one wet hand lightly stroking Zuko's shoulder. He shivered, eyes flicking again to Sokka, almost desperately. Sokka nodded in what he hoped was an encouraging fashion, all but ready to toss Suki into Zuko's lap. For crying out loud, you'd think he was skinny dipping with a boar-q-pine instead of a beautiful, willing woman.
"I...yes," Zuko said, the faintest tremble in his voice. He drew a sharp breath as Suki stroked a little lower, one finger barely brushing one of his nipples.
"Have you ever done this with a woman?" Suki murmured softly and Sokka could just see her tongue brushing Zuko's ear, watched golden eyes falling closed as Zuko swallowed hard.
"Not...anything like this," Zuko hedged and Sokka bit his lip to keep his mouth from dropping open because holy shit, had Zuko just confessed to being a girl-virgin? Or a virgin to girls...for girls...whatever. He'd apparently never gotten this far with his girlfriend. Who would have thought, Zuko was always so eager when they were together.
Nothing like now, tentatively accepting Suki's kisses and caresses, eyes flicking constantly to Sokka as his hands slid uncertainly over her wet skin, hesitating at every curve until Suki took one and guided it herself, pushing his fingers to cup the soft swell of her breast. He was even paler than she was, the soft contrast of skin tones visible even from across the tub.
Sokka slid deeper into the water and just watched as Suki floated closer, moving to straddle the other boy. Zuko's eyes went wide, flying wildly to Sokka's and for a moment Sokka thought he was going to protest but then Suki let out a little cry, sinking down and Zuko gasped, eyes slamming shut as he arched up, trembling hands settling on Suki's shoulders.
The light bounce of her breasts as she moved up and down was hypnotizing, swaying with a gentle rhythm. Zuko's head was tipped back on the edge of the tub, eyes closed and his lashes cast a dark shadow over one pale cheek. His hands and arms flexed rhythmically with each rise and fall of Suki's body, his mouth open as he gasped harshly for quick breaths and Sokka felt on odd tightness in his stomach, not arousal although he was hard enough to practice a little earthbending himself, but something, something...
Wait, he couldn't say, wait, this isn't right.
Zuko's face tightened tellingly, the faint glimpse of pink tongue caught between his teeth and he was making tiny, urgent little sounds and Sokka knew those sounds, they were his 'oh, my god, don't stop, don't stop, I'm going to come' sounds and Sokka's own mouth was parted in protest, frozen as he watched Zuko thrust up, those faint sounds catching in Zuko's throat and then it was too late.
This...wasn't what he'd expected. He'd thought it would be hot, just the idea of the three of them was sweltering, but with reality staring him in the face, Zuko biting his lip against those sweet whimpers, his fingers tight on Suki's hips and Sokka could imagine the bruises that would be there, dark, finger-shaped smudges on pale skin that wasn't his. He barely noticed Suki finishing, her sweet cries mingling with Zuko's. He'd thought of this before, all of it, but here, now...
He didn't like it. Not one fucking bit.
He was almost trembling from resisting the urge to pull Suki away, waiting for her to slip off on her own, pushing her sweaty hair back. Zuko shifted his grip to the side of the tub, his head resting on the cool stone edge as he struggled to catch his breath. Sokka didn't give him the chance, his hands moving without his permission to catch Zuko by one arm, hauling him upright. Golden eyes flew open, startled, but before Zuko could say a word Sokka said, harshly, "Turn around."
He didn't wait for Zuko to comply or protest, pushing him to kneel at the edge of the tub. Zuko only grabbed it, trying to look over his shoulder but Sokka was fumbling through the bath supplies conveniently placed on a small shelf, finding what he needed and slicking two fingers. He smoothed his free hand down Zuko's back, pressing, holding, and without warning shoved his slickened fingers inside. The sound Zuko made was nothing like the ones he'd made with Suki, only a low grunt before he spread his legs wider, angling his hips to accept Sokka's invasion.
Just the sight of him wantonly pushing back against Sokka's fingers was enough for lust to throb redly in his vision and he pulled his fingers free, shuffling forward on his knees to press his aching cock into the slick cleft of Zuko's ass.
They both moaned as Sokka pushed inside, that first thrust was one long, smooth glide and Sokka's vision sparkled, light behind his eyes as he pulled out a little, thrust back into that sweet, slick heat. So hot inside, a furnace even compared to the water sloshing around them and dimly Sokka heard it patter on the floor, splashing out in greater volume as Sokka rocked in again, again.
He slid one hand into dark, damp hair and yanked Zuko's head back, angling it so he could bite at the sweet curve of his neck because gods, Sokka wanted to mark him, claim him, and now Zuko was making those sounds again, louder, edged with desperation, one hand flailing back to grip at Sokka's hip, short nails digging in and dimly Sokka heard him pleading, hoarse words barely penetrating the fog surrounding his brain, and all he heard was please and more and yes.
It was over too soon, Sokka burying his face in the hot curve of Zuko's shoulder as he thrust in once, again, biting his lips on his own cry as he shuddered, senses overloading and he slumped down, would have slipped under the water if Zuko hadn't grabbed his arms and held him.
Long moment slipped by and all Sokka could do was breathe, gasping harshly. That had been...wow. Just...wow. For once, even his stupid mouth seemed awed into silence.
Carefully, Sokka pulled back, winced at Zuko's soft hiss and he pressed on apologetic kiss against the smooth back beneath him before he moved to slump against his wall of the tub. The water sloshed dangerously close to the edge again as Zuko slowly turned around, gingerly sitting next to Sokka.
He could have been content with that, Sokka figured, for at least the next few hours or until one of them could move enough to do it again. But his mouth didn't seem to be truly stupefied to silence, oh, no. It had simply bided its time.
"Now that was a relaxing bath," Sokka's mouth burst out cheerfully and it brought an idiotic grin with it.
There was no way he could deny seeing the flinch, brief as it had been and the smile froze on his face as Zuko stood abruptly, suddenly completely unconcerned about things like naked bodies and dignity.
"Yeah, relaxing," Zuko said coolly, jerking his clothes on over his still-damp skin. There were already bruises forming on his skin, a particularly livid one on his shoulder where Sokka had bitten him. He almost looked like he'd been in a fight and Sokka cringed a little inwardly because he knew, he knew that Zuko would refuse to take off his shirt for firebending training until they faded, which meant he'd be too hot and uncomfortable for days. The bruise vanished from sight under Zuko's tunic and he was still tying the sash when the door slammed shut behind him.
Sokka groaned, banging his head on the edge of the tub. He'd decided a long time ago that if he'd gotten to pick some cool magic-y skill, he would have been the world's first timebender. There were so many little moments he'd take back if he could, his mother dying, Aang getting hurt. Now he could add this to the list.
"I don't think that went well," Suki said, softly and Sokka almost jumped out of his skin, For pity's sake he'd almost forgotten Suki had been watching them.
Well, shit.
"Yeah, I don’t think so either," Sokka sighed, muttering almost under his breath, "me and my big mouth."
-finis-
Next Chapter
By Keelywolfe
NC-17
Sokka/Zuko, Zuko/Suki
Summary: Sokka had a brilliant idea. An awful idea. Sokka had a brilliant, awful idea!
Sixth in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Notes: Did I just write...het? I think I may actually be traumatized. Do you know how long it's been since I wrote het? I'd say at least ten years. 520 weeks. 3652 days if you count leap years.
Someone hold me.
~~*~~
Sokka had this problem. He'd had it his entire life, a glitch of sorts, almost a tic, really. Every once in a while, his mouth would open and things he never intended to say would spill out where everyone could hear it. He was kind of used to it by now, had grown accustomed to hearing himself comment on his gran gran's age or sister's wardrobe or on one memorable occasion, her weight, and he'd gotten used to the bruises involved with his little issue.
So it wasn't like he was surprised when it happened, he just wished that somewhere along the line he'd developed a little more skill in cover up. Like when they were watching Zuko and Aang go through their firebending forms. The flames weaving from their fingers had already left him glassy-eyed, watching the two boys sweating even in the early morning coolness. His mouth waited until they eased to a stop, turning and bowing to each other, before it chose to pop open and let some incredibly stupid words fall out and flop at his feet.
"I think you should do that last form again."
Both Zuko and Aang stopped, Zuko in the process of wiping his face with a small cloth and Aang eagerly taking a drink from a smiling Katara. Slurping noisily, Aang wiped at a dribble of juice on his chin before he asked, "Why? That was perfect!"
"It was adequate," Zuko corrected, toweling under his arms. "But we've been practicing all morning. I don't see a reason to do it again." He looked questioningly at Sokka, obviously waiting for his explanation. One that he didn't have because his mouth hadn't consulted with his brain first, so it left him with his mouth gaping like a fish, struggling for something to say because he couldn't go with the truth, could not say, 'Well, Aang, my dear fellow, I'd like the two of you to go through it again because Zuko is exceptionally hot when he does it, all smooth muscle and glowing skin, and when we have sex -- by the way, did I mention we're having sex? No? Well, when we do, it's always dark so I never get to see him like this, flushed and sweaty and--'...yeah. That wasn't going to be said.
Everyone was looking at him with varying degrees of curiosity, waiting. It was Suki who saved him, lovely, wonderful Suki, who piped up with, "I think you should, too." He didn't have time to gaze at her in loving gratitude because she didn't stop, "It was pretty hot."
Aang and Zuko both froze, staring at her. Aang had a straw dangling from between his lips, dripping juice and Zuko had been just about to splash cool water from the fountain on his face, the water instead leaking out from between his fingers. Both of their faces were reddening in a way that had nothing to do with exertion.
"Of course it was hot, they were firebending," Toph yawned, picking idly at her toes.
"Not hot fire," Suki scoffed, "Hot hot, you know, sweaty muscles and all that."
Aang and Zuko were both brilliantly red and Zuko was already pulling his shirt on with unseemly haste, the fabric catching on his damp skin. Sokka sighed inwardly, cursing his stupid mouth with its stupid ways.
"I guess it's nice if you like that sort of thing," Toph grumbled. "But unless they want to come over and give a girl a feel, I guess you'll have to enjoy it on your own."
Aang was nearly purple, practically gobbling in his efforts to say something and Zuko took the opportunity to flee, walking just a tiny bit too fast for perfect dignity as he made his escape. Sokka glumly watched him go.
"I tried for you," Suki murmured into his ear, just loud enough that he could hear her over Aang's indignant protests. Her soft breath made goose pimples rise on his skin.
"I know," Sokka sighed. "But now he's off to..." he trailed off, slowly pushing himself upright. He knew exactly where Zuko was off to because he went there every day after their firebending practice. Every day.
His mouth may be stupid but Sokka's brain managed to make up for it from time to time and oh, it had a whopper of a plan this time.
"C'mon," Sokka hissed, grabbing Suki's hand and tugging her to her feet. She followed him somewhat bemusedly, the two of them darting down the path that Zuko had just taken. She managed to keep her peal of laughter soft when she heard his plan and it was brilliant, if Sokka did say so himself, and he did.
Zuko would never know what hit him.
~~*~~
There was something to be said for being royalty and that something was it was awesome. The proof of that was in the bath. The huge bath. The gorgeous bath that was big enough for a party and a band, if they all felt like hopping in the water. Forget the decorations, all that painting and carving junk, it was the tub that was the glory of the bath.
Sokka figured that the one in the Fire Lord's private chamber was probably even nicer but by some unspoken agreement, they had all left that wing of the house alone. Not that Sokka hadn't considered poking through all the stuff in there or maybe even burning the Fire Lord's undershorts out of spite, but it just would have been weird. Almost like the spirit of the Fire Lord might be lingering in the place where he'd slept. Besides, he figured some of Zuko's mom's stuff might be in there, too, and...yeah. You just don't disrespect a guy's mom like that.
So they stuck with the regular glorious bathing chamber instead of the super-ultra glorious, even Zuko. Zuko who was currently using it just like he did every day after Firebending practice, soaking sore muscles in lovely warm water. And conveniently, like most people who took baths, he preferred to do it naked, which made it a lot harder to flee when Sokka and Suki slipped into the room and locked the door behind them.
Really, this was just the best plan ever.
Zuko's eyes slit open then went wide as he saw them and he sat up, palming his wet hair out of his face. "What are you doing?!" The last word hit an octave that Sokka was willing to bet Zuko hadn't used since before he'd started shaving.
"Coming in," Suki said cheerfully. "The water's warm, isn't it?"
"I...you..." Zuko sputtered, words trailing off as Suki stripped off her top, breasts bouncing lightly as they were freed from the constricting cloth.
"Yeah, we thought we'd join you," Sokka agreed, watching Zuko watch Suki. This was what he'd been betting on. Zuko had said he had a girlfriend and it stood to reason that said girlfriend had had breasts. If he liked them at all, then Suki's would have to be a nice little incentive.
Suki clasped her hands behind her back and it had the effect of pushing her chest out, pink nipples hardening in the cool air, "We don't have to stay if you don't want."
Sokka almost groaned. Of course she'd give him an out. That was Suki all the way, sweet and concerned and if he didn't love her so much, he'd wring her pretty little neck.
He watched the bob of Zuko's adam's apple as he swallowed, eyes flicking to Sokka, back to Suki. C'mon, Sokka urged silently. Take the bait, they were soft and perky, no man could resist the lure of perfect boobs!
"You can stay," Zuko said slowly, and Sokka's inner cheer was probably heard by everyone in the spirit world. His eyes flicked to Sokka again and held, blue against gold, before going back to Suki, "If that's what you want."
"Oh, we want," Sokka drawled, quickly shedding his own clothes and hopping into the water. He hissed softly, it was almost too hot, but he adjusted quickly, sliding down in it up to his chin. He let his eyes fall half-shut, watching Suki tug her hair loose, slipping off the rest of her clothes before climbing into the tub. She let out a little squeal at the temperature, sinking in up to her waist.
Zuko didn't seem to know where to look, his eyes darting nervously around before settling on the water.
"Is this all right?" Suki inquired, one wet hand lightly stroking Zuko's shoulder. He shivered, eyes flicking again to Sokka, almost desperately. Sokka nodded in what he hoped was an encouraging fashion, all but ready to toss Suki into Zuko's lap. For crying out loud, you'd think he was skinny dipping with a boar-q-pine instead of a beautiful, willing woman.
"I...yes," Zuko said, the faintest tremble in his voice. He drew a sharp breath as Suki stroked a little lower, one finger barely brushing one of his nipples.
"Have you ever done this with a woman?" Suki murmured softly and Sokka could just see her tongue brushing Zuko's ear, watched golden eyes falling closed as Zuko swallowed hard.
"Not...anything like this," Zuko hedged and Sokka bit his lip to keep his mouth from dropping open because holy shit, had Zuko just confessed to being a girl-virgin? Or a virgin to girls...for girls...whatever. He'd apparently never gotten this far with his girlfriend. Who would have thought, Zuko was always so eager when they were together.
Nothing like now, tentatively accepting Suki's kisses and caresses, eyes flicking constantly to Sokka as his hands slid uncertainly over her wet skin, hesitating at every curve until Suki took one and guided it herself, pushing his fingers to cup the soft swell of her breast. He was even paler than she was, the soft contrast of skin tones visible even from across the tub.
Sokka slid deeper into the water and just watched as Suki floated closer, moving to straddle the other boy. Zuko's eyes went wide, flying wildly to Sokka's and for a moment Sokka thought he was going to protest but then Suki let out a little cry, sinking down and Zuko gasped, eyes slamming shut as he arched up, trembling hands settling on Suki's shoulders.
The light bounce of her breasts as she moved up and down was hypnotizing, swaying with a gentle rhythm. Zuko's head was tipped back on the edge of the tub, eyes closed and his lashes cast a dark shadow over one pale cheek. His hands and arms flexed rhythmically with each rise and fall of Suki's body, his mouth open as he gasped harshly for quick breaths and Sokka felt on odd tightness in his stomach, not arousal although he was hard enough to practice a little earthbending himself, but something, something...
Wait, he couldn't say, wait, this isn't right.
Zuko's face tightened tellingly, the faint glimpse of pink tongue caught between his teeth and he was making tiny, urgent little sounds and Sokka knew those sounds, they were his 'oh, my god, don't stop, don't stop, I'm going to come' sounds and Sokka's own mouth was parted in protest, frozen as he watched Zuko thrust up, those faint sounds catching in Zuko's throat and then it was too late.
This...wasn't what he'd expected. He'd thought it would be hot, just the idea of the three of them was sweltering, but with reality staring him in the face, Zuko biting his lip against those sweet whimpers, his fingers tight on Suki's hips and Sokka could imagine the bruises that would be there, dark, finger-shaped smudges on pale skin that wasn't his. He barely noticed Suki finishing, her sweet cries mingling with Zuko's. He'd thought of this before, all of it, but here, now...
He didn't like it. Not one fucking bit.
He was almost trembling from resisting the urge to pull Suki away, waiting for her to slip off on her own, pushing her sweaty hair back. Zuko shifted his grip to the side of the tub, his head resting on the cool stone edge as he struggled to catch his breath. Sokka didn't give him the chance, his hands moving without his permission to catch Zuko by one arm, hauling him upright. Golden eyes flew open, startled, but before Zuko could say a word Sokka said, harshly, "Turn around."
He didn't wait for Zuko to comply or protest, pushing him to kneel at the edge of the tub. Zuko only grabbed it, trying to look over his shoulder but Sokka was fumbling through the bath supplies conveniently placed on a small shelf, finding what he needed and slicking two fingers. He smoothed his free hand down Zuko's back, pressing, holding, and without warning shoved his slickened fingers inside. The sound Zuko made was nothing like the ones he'd made with Suki, only a low grunt before he spread his legs wider, angling his hips to accept Sokka's invasion.
Just the sight of him wantonly pushing back against Sokka's fingers was enough for lust to throb redly in his vision and he pulled his fingers free, shuffling forward on his knees to press his aching cock into the slick cleft of Zuko's ass.
They both moaned as Sokka pushed inside, that first thrust was one long, smooth glide and Sokka's vision sparkled, light behind his eyes as he pulled out a little, thrust back into that sweet, slick heat. So hot inside, a furnace even compared to the water sloshing around them and dimly Sokka heard it patter on the floor, splashing out in greater volume as Sokka rocked in again, again.
He slid one hand into dark, damp hair and yanked Zuko's head back, angling it so he could bite at the sweet curve of his neck because gods, Sokka wanted to mark him, claim him, and now Zuko was making those sounds again, louder, edged with desperation, one hand flailing back to grip at Sokka's hip, short nails digging in and dimly Sokka heard him pleading, hoarse words barely penetrating the fog surrounding his brain, and all he heard was please and more and yes.
It was over too soon, Sokka burying his face in the hot curve of Zuko's shoulder as he thrust in once, again, biting his lips on his own cry as he shuddered, senses overloading and he slumped down, would have slipped under the water if Zuko hadn't grabbed his arms and held him.
Long moment slipped by and all Sokka could do was breathe, gasping harshly. That had been...wow. Just...wow. For once, even his stupid mouth seemed awed into silence.
Carefully, Sokka pulled back, winced at Zuko's soft hiss and he pressed on apologetic kiss against the smooth back beneath him before he moved to slump against his wall of the tub. The water sloshed dangerously close to the edge again as Zuko slowly turned around, gingerly sitting next to Sokka.
He could have been content with that, Sokka figured, for at least the next few hours or until one of them could move enough to do it again. But his mouth didn't seem to be truly stupefied to silence, oh, no. It had simply bided its time.
"Now that was a relaxing bath," Sokka's mouth burst out cheerfully and it brought an idiotic grin with it.
There was no way he could deny seeing the flinch, brief as it had been and the smile froze on his face as Zuko stood abruptly, suddenly completely unconcerned about things like naked bodies and dignity.
"Yeah, relaxing," Zuko said coolly, jerking his clothes on over his still-damp skin. There were already bruises forming on his skin, a particularly livid one on his shoulder where Sokka had bitten him. He almost looked like he'd been in a fight and Sokka cringed a little inwardly because he knew, he knew that Zuko would refuse to take off his shirt for firebending training until they faded, which meant he'd be too hot and uncomfortable for days. The bruise vanished from sight under Zuko's tunic and he was still tying the sash when the door slammed shut behind him.
Sokka groaned, banging his head on the edge of the tub. He'd decided a long time ago that if he'd gotten to pick some cool magic-y skill, he would have been the world's first timebender. There were so many little moments he'd take back if he could, his mother dying, Aang getting hurt. Now he could add this to the list.
"I don't think that went well," Suki said, softly and Sokka almost jumped out of his skin, For pity's sake he'd almost forgotten Suki had been watching them.
Well, shit.
"Yeah, I don’t think so either," Sokka sighed, muttering almost under his breath, "me and my big mouth."
-finis-
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