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Jet wasn’t a good person.
He didn’t think so, at least. How many times had he hurt innocent people in an effort to thwart the Phoenix Corporation’s soldiers? How many slums did he try to wash away in an effort to end the lives of just a few more? He didn’t know. He had lost count. Turning a new leaf meant little when you couldn’t even remember the people you had hurt.
And yet, the world’s heroes didn’t seem to think the same way. Jet had nearly died fighting a good fight against traitors to the rebellion. Apparently, that’s all that it took to get in their good graces. They were too easy. Or just too kind. Regardless, once Aang had defeated the Phoenix King, once the island siblings had sent their towers crumbling, Jet was cheerily invited to join in the festivities. And then he was invited back for the reunion party.
A lot had changed in year. Katara had gotten closer with the heir to the Phoenix Corporation’s vast assets, though Zuko and her were stubbornly refusing to admit it. Sokka was officially in a relationship Suki, the leader of the Kyoshi insurgeance that supported them on the ground. And Aang…well, the hero had gotten a little quieter, a little more withdrawn. People didn’t seem concerned. There was almost a sense of melancholy that came over the boy once the war ended. It wasn’t terribly troubling, but Jet remembered his bright eyes and lively expressions from when they first met. He was in awe at the world, and in awe of him. He was playful. And those qualities felt like they were missing.
When they had gotten together for a coffee shop reunion, Aang had excitedly spoken with his main group, and most of those outside of it. As the night went on, however, his energy waned. Now he was sitting in the corner of the room, stirring a drink slowly as he stared off into space. His form looked smaller, as though he was trying to disappear inside of his large, dark hoodie. And occasionally, only occasionally, his eyes would sweep the room full of friends, and they would linger on Jet’s gaze.
The boy had a crush on him when they first met. Jet knew that - used that to his advantage like he had with Katara, though certainly more so on the latter. It wasn’t new to him. Guys? Girls? Both had been smitten by his animated and charismatic personality. Though, Jet had never really echoed such interest in the same sex. Not until Aang. The boy was a ball of energy, with a cheery smile and bright eyes. He was so easy to fluster. And red looked so sweet on his pale cheeks. Bald head be damned - Aang was the cutest boy he’d ever met. It was unfair, really. Jet didn’t know what to do with him.
And then Jet betrayed him. And betrayed Katara. Aang went on to be the world’s hero as the bad boy renegade fell farther into the past. Sure - they had forgiven him later on, but not completely. Jet could tell that much. And maybe what he regretted most was that he had missed his chance. No way he could score someone like Aang. Not sure if he wanted to - the attraction to another guy still confused him. It was new territory, but there was an odd yearning to explore it.
Jet sat down across from Aang. He wasn’t sure what prompted that action, but the boy seemed too alone for a celebration that was all about him. Still, maybe it was a bad idea. Aang’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and Jet had a hard time not stopping to just stare. They were such pretty eyes.
“Enjoying the party?” he asked. The corner of his mouth tugged up into a charming, half-smirk. Old habits.
Aang gave a small, easy smile as his head rested down atop his arm, using it was a cushion against the table. “It’s nice to see everyone again.” And the way he held Jet’s gaze…no, he was just imagining that, surely. The statement didn’t have any meaning beyond face value. That…shimmer of hope in his eyes must be a trick of the light.
“Are you having fu-...”
“Aang!” The cheery call of his name and the squeak of turning wheels was enough to pull both of their attentions. Teo, the wheelchair glider boy, rolled up to the table, two hot drinks in his lap. “Here, I-I got you some lychee nut coffee.” He lifted one cup and placed it down in front of Aang. Jet paid the other a passive glance, noting the slightly warbled smile and small stutter. His cheeks were just a tad red too.
“Thanks, Teo,” Aang said, sincerely expressing his gratitude as the smile on his face came more easily. He looked more attentive to Teo’s presence, and the two locked eyes for a brief moment as he took the cup and slid it close, enjoying the warm steam curling off of it.
Jet looked between them, each gaze lingering as the two stared for a good two beats of absolute silence. He felt an inkling of suspicion rise up inside him.
“Oh!” Teo said, breaking the gentle staring match with a small blush as he reached up to scratch his cheek. “Some of the others were going to go gliding tonight. Do you want to come with us?”
Subtle, Jet thought, eyes darting away as his shoulders dropped slightly. He shouldn’t feel disappointed. It’s not like he was expecting anything anyways.
A foot gingerly ran up his leg.
Jet nearly flinched back in his seat. He whipped his gaze back on Aang, but the airbender was still turned to Teo. “That sounds fun,” he said, a bit of his playfulness leaking back through. It was a good look. “I might already have plans tonight, but I’ll definitely go with you if they don’t work out.”
Teo looked like he was trying to hide his excitement. He nodded his head once, lips pulled taunt as though not immediately trustful of his own tongue. Even so, he replied back. “Th-that’s great! I’ll definitely, maybe see you there then!” And Jet noted the way his eyes lowered gently, just enough to eye the curve of Aaang’s neck where his hood opened to the side, exposing his collarbone. Another pause as Teo’s cheeks grew a little warm, and then he offered the avatar a sheepish laugh before rolling away.
Jet frowned lightly. His eyebrows knit together as he tried to dissect that particular interaction. It seemed…less than innocent at the end. And the two held gazes longer than he would have thought comfortable. Were they…? Surely innocent, playful Aang hadn’t…?
“We aren’t a thing,” Aang said. Jet’s eyes flicked back over to him. He searched those doe-like eyes as they stared down into the swirling drink. The boy wasn’t meeting his gaze, but Jet could at least read it enough to know that, yes, Aang did know what he was thinking. Maybe a little more than he expected, Jet realized. Just as he was taking a sip of his own drink, Aang added, “But we have done it.”
Jet nearly spit out his drink. He coughed and gagged as the liquid tried to come back into his mouth. And Aang had the audacity to give a small little laugh at the strong reaction - the little trickster. Jet was still reeling from the realization that the boy wasn’t a virgin, if that’s even what he meant. Surely it was. But to be bold enough to tell Jet of all people? He thought Aang would be more sheepish.
“It was my first time,” he said, head falling back down to rest on his arm. With one finger, he nervously created a little funnel of wind to stir his coffee. “I…I stripped down for him. He couldn’t stop praising my…shape. A-and then I rode him in his wheelchair.” Jet gawked, speechless, as the boy hero, savior of the world, one-and-only avatar disclosed such intimate and inappropriate information with him. At first, he just assumed that he had the wrong idea before - that he had misread Aang. And then he noticed the heat filling the boy’s cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, and the awful nervousness in his voice. Aang seemed so timid at that moment. Admitting this was difficult, so he must have some reason behind it. “It was…nice.”
Nice. It was nice, sure, but there was a subtle…yearning there.
Jet swallowed thickly. “Well…that’s…good,” he said, uncertain. His brows furrowed as he tried to work his head. “Aang, why are you telling me this?”
The boy winced slightly - eyebrowings briefly dipping low as he gave a wounded frown. Jet could almost feel the knot in Aang’s stomach. “I just…wanted you to know.”
“To know what?”
“To know that I-I’ve had practice,” Aang said, burying his face up to his nose behind his baggy sleeve. “Th-that I prefer…uh…l-like guys more.” His face was hot and red. His big, innocent eyes held Jet’s with a mix of hope and fear. The charming renegade nearly jumped out of his booth when he felt a shy, delicate foot press gingerly between his legs, nudging against his bulge. “That I’m…open for plans tonight.”
Jet’s breath hitched. Surely Aang wasn’t saying that, right? Surely he didn’t deserve this?
But, fuck, he’s an opportunist. That has never changed.
Checking to make sure no one else was watching, Jet leaned in and gently caressed Aang’s hot cheek. It was burning against his touch, and the boy watched it expectantly. And then Jet’s hand slid back, gently gripping Aang’s neck and pulling the boy further across the table. He leaned in, meeting him halfway, to whisper into his ear. “You have five minutes,” he warned. “Take us to where I’ll have my way with you.”
Aang sucked in a breath. He suddenly burst into movement, as though hit with an electric current. Thankfully, the boy had always been light on his feet, so he was able to grab Jet’s hand and guide him through the closest exit before anyone else could see.
Once they were outside, a flurry of wind surrounded them. A wave of vertigo hit Jet as the two were suddenly propelled into the air. Aang was holding him up with both hands, and for a moment, he was worried the smaller boy would drop him. Only a moment, though. It was sometimes easy to forget how fit the kid was, even despite his more slender form.
Aang leveled out their flight path as the wind took them higher and higher, soaring off between the city’s towering pillars of glass and steel. Colors filled the dark space, painting it with bio-luminescent lights. Aang carried them higher and away, air billowing up into his hood and pushing it up his form, exposing the waistline of bare skin beneath. It was a bit faster than Jet is used to, but it was quite the thrilling experience. It had his blood pumping even before Aang carefully set them down atop a tall skyscraper.
Jet reached down to smooth his clothes as he quickly regathered himself, and he found two hands joining his own. Flicking his eyes over the Aang’s, he held the gaze for a beat. The boy pulled away, fidgeting nervously as he waited. Jet felt a laughter almost bubble up in his chest. If this situation was absurd enough to be a dream, then he might as well treat it like one. When he stepped forward, Aang tensed but didn’t move away. Gently, he pushed the boy back, step by step, until he was up against the roof house. Jet gave a charming grin as he loomed over the shocking timid boy. His playful qualities were suppressed by his heavy nerves, but Jet had to admit - this was a good look on him too. “So many places to choose, and you took us outdoors? No matter how high it is, it’s still out in public.”
The heat that filled Aang’s cheeks was adorable. “Y-you only gave me five minutes!” he defended.
“That’s right, I did,” Jet confirmed, voice low and suave. His hands pushed up beneath the boy’s hoodie, fingers running along the smooth skin. “And you listened so well. Good boy.”
Aang shuddered under the sheer weight of that praise. He didn’t need to worry about whether or not Jet was all in. Feeling a tad more confident, he pushed up gently against the touch, especially when those fingers found their way to Aang’s chest. Jet ran his fingers gently around the nipples, watching as the boy’s breath turned short in anticipation. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” He pinched the small nubs and tugged them away from the shallow pecs.
Aang’s mouth opened to release a breathy, shaky moan. “J-Jet!”
“Turn around,” he said, whispering the words into Aang’s ear as he nibbled slightly on the outer lobe. “Stick your ass out.”
There was a moment, just a short one, where Aang froze as his mind worked to process just how direct and crude that statement was. And then he was spinning quickly, bare feet shuffling on the cement as he tried to find a proper stance. (His feet were always bare now after Toph taught him earthbending.) Aang placed his hands hesitantly against the walls of the roof house and leaned forward, peeking back over his shoulder. “Is…is this right?”
The front of Jet’s jeans had a tight tent, one that throbbed at seeing such a submissive side of the boy. “Yeah. Just like this,” Jet cooed. His hand pressed firmly into the small of Aang’s back, forcing it into a nicer arch that better showed off his curves, even through the jeans. “Look at you. You listen so well.”
Aang turned his head forward and shuffled subtly on his feet. “Th-thank you,” he muttered, so quiet and shy. He was probably a bit lost on how to respond properly, but the gratitude he chose only aroused Jet more. The boy swallowed thickly as Jet lifted the back of his hoodie up to eye the pretty blue line down his spine. “U-um…,” he mumbled out, nervously searching for words. He always was a talker, but Jet imagined there was a bit too much in his mind right now to quickly focus down one of them. “S-so you like boys too? You really do?”
Jet couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “I’m here with you, aren’t I?” he said, amusement in his tone. “I like both.”
“I-I know!” Aang said, shivering as Jet’s hands gingerly ran along his bare skin. Fingers traced along the waistband of his jeans. “B-but…when we first met, you only got oogly-eyed with Katara!”
“Oh trust me, Aang. I was oogling you plenty.”
The Avatar’s ears burned as his blush intensified. He pushed his hips out a little more, as though inviting Jet to look some more - to keep his eyes on him. Jet bit back a groan. This boy left him in awe.
“Y-you took her up into your hideout,” Aang whined. “You carried her as you zipped up that wire.”
“Oh, I get it,” Jet said. His lips pulled up into a salacious grin. “You’re a very jealous boy, Aang. You wanted to be in her place, have all my attention.” Jet pulled down the waistband of his jeans, just enough to see the divot where his cheeks began to split. “You wanted me to hold you close, body up against mine, as I carried you up into the sky.”
Aang released a small little whimper as his face turned scarlet. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Jet said. “That’s fucking adorable.” He placed a small kiss right between the boy’s shoulder blades, loving the way it made him shiver. “And trust me. I never touched Katara like this.” Jet’s hands slid down into the boy’s jean’s, pressing up against the curve of his bare rear.
“Ah!” The small little gasp of surprise escaped through Aang’s lips. He trembled, but held his stance. “J-Jet!” he begged, so breathy and needy. It was a beautiful sound. The renegade pushed the jeans down further, exposing the boy’s wide, curvy hips and thick, silky thighs. The article pooled down around his ankles, completely forgotten as Jet eyed the nicest ass he’s ever seen. A dumb, heated smile adorned his face. Who knew the Avatar was packing so much cake? By the pound, it looked like. Aang was so plump. Not enough to seem unnatural, but certainly more than what was usual on a boy.
Jet took a handful of a cheek, squeezing the scalding flesh. He lifted it up to reveal those bright, blue arrows underneath. And, damn. He was sure that the nomads’ intentions were innocent, but those arrows wrapped around the fold where Aang’s cheeks hung on his thighs, accentuating each seductive curve. And they, along with the one on his back, all pointed into the split of his cheeks. To someone as dirty-minded as Jet, those arrows were downright sinful.
“Oh baby,” Jet cooed, thumbs dipping between each mound and delicately pulling them apart. A perfect, pink rim winked back at him. He licked his lips. “I’m not going to make you wait any longer.” Curling his hands around each meaty thigh, Jet hoisted Aang’s lower body up off the ground. The boy yelped as he scrambled to find hand holds on the wall - anything to give himself extra purchase. For a moment, he had managed to find some balance, but it faltered the moment that Jet’s pressed his face between those plush cheeks and dragged his tongue over that rosy rim.
“Aah-wah?” The confused sound poured through the young Avatar’s lips as his brow furrowed. The warm, wet muscle caressed the tender flesh, sending all sorts of new sensations through his body. “J-Jet! Wait! Guaahh~!” That tongue dipped down, pressing against his pucker until the saliva slicked it enough to allow him entry. Aang’s lips opened into a breathy moan, thighs flexing against Jet’s grip as the other kept him spread open. The renegade licked up against his sensitive walls, nice and slow. The Avatar keened beautifully as Jet devoured him, leaving his hole a spit-coated mess. When he finally pulled away, Aang’s eyes were half rolled up into his head, and his mouth hung open in a heated daze.
Gently, he was spun around and lowered back down onto the rooftop, bare knees on the cement. “Jet…,” he whined, calling out the other’s name just as his hoodie was pulled up and over his head, leaving him completely naked. With a hiss, Jet unzipped his pants and let his erection fall, hot and heavy, onto Aang’s dazed face. Those nostrils flared as they filled with his musk. Aang’s eyes went big and wide as his pupils dilated - gaze glued to the girthy length.
“Come on, Aang. You’re just as hungry as me,” Jet said with an amused grin. He wiped the saliva from around his lips. With a small chuckle, he flexed his cock, letting it throb against Aang’s check. The boy’s eyes swirled with a lustful heat. “Now put those pretty lips to use and get yourself a taste.”
The boy let out a shaky little breath as his shoulders drew inward. His gaze remained entranced on the big, meaty girth as he timidly placed his hands around it. Guess it’s better than Teo’s, Jet thought with a smug smile. And then those eyes flicked back up to meet his own, unsure. “I…I’ve never done this before,” Aang admitted.
“It’s easy,” Jet encouraged, hand lowered to settle on the boy’s bald head. “Just put the tip in your mouth and suck on it.” He gave Aang a sultry grin. “Once you start drooling, then lick your way down to the bottom.”
The boy’s face reddened again, shocked lightly by the insinuation of those words. At this point, Jet was a little worried about him overheating. Even so, he enjoyed the pleasure of seeing Aang open up and press the head of his drooling cock down against his warm tongue. Jet groaned as the boy suckled the head - just a bit. And then Aang moaned lightly in turn, face relaxing as he savored it. Jet chuckled in disbelief. He cocked an eyebrow upward. “You like the taste of dick, Aang?”
Turning his gaze upward, the boy gave a thoughtful blink. Slowly, he withdrew, a string of saliva connecting those lips to Jet’s length. “Is that…is that weird?” he asked, self-consciously.
Jet weighed his response, then rubbed the boy’s head with a sultry smile. “No, Aang,” he said. “It makes perfect sense for you to like the taste.”
After all, Jet doesn’t think he’s ever met such a naturally submissive person. It suited his nature well.
Moments later, and Aang was right back on his cock. “Oh, fu…goooood boy~!” Jet praised, rubbing the boy’s head as he sucked against the tip. The encouragement only egged him on more. His mouth flooded with saliva, and Aang swished the sensitive head before moving down the length to give wet, eager licks all over the shaft. He hummed out his moans as he lapped at the musky cock. The boy couldn’t stop salivating. Every little movement had thick drops rolling down his length. Jet’s cock had never felt more lavished, and it released a steady stream of pre that Aang was eager to leak up.
Imagine - the Avatar, hero of the world, on his knees and drooling over Jet’s dick. Jet’s. Who would have thought?
“Alright,” Jet said, biting back a strained groan as he tapped Aang’s head. “You can have more later, but I’m ready to work this thing inside you. Back on the wall, baby. Stick that ass out for me again.”
Aang pulled back, blinking his eyes up at Jet to work away the haze that had settled over his mind. Once he processed the information, there was an odd conflict in his stare. “W-wait, I…can I ride you, Jet?”
The rebel groaned. “As sexy as that is to hear you ask, I’m going to decide how we do it the first time. Come on now, let’s get you up.”
“W-what..,” Aang whispered, just under his breath. A small flash of panic showed up in his eyes. “No! I…I want to do something too. Want to show you I can.”
“Come on, Aang,” Jet insisted, gently yanking at his arm to pull him up. “You can show me late-...”
“No!” Aang insisted, pushed forward until Jet was toppling down onto the roof. The boy climbed up over him, straddling his waist and pinning his arms to the cement. Damn it. The kid was even stronger than Jet thought. “I-I’m not some passive participant! I can…I can make you feel good too. I can, just…”
“Aang!” Jet raised his voice, just enough to get the boy’s attention. He gave a stern stare as the Avatar stared down at him, suddenly seeming to realize that he was holding Jet down. The renegade furrowed his brows as he spoke, an edge to his voice. “You want to make me feel good? Fine. Then you will get on your hands and knees - chest down and ass up - so that I can fuck you like the pretty little bitch you are.”
Aang blew a fuse. Or at least that’s what it looked like. His face burned with heat. There was a small pause as he froze in shock, and then his body jolted into action. Aang scrambled onto the rooftop, pushing his pecs down into the cement as he propped up his curvy bottom. His slender body trembled with anticipation.
Jet took a deep breath. He climbed up off the floor to admire the sight in front of him - Aang, fully stripped of clothing, presenting everything for him to take. Jet chuckled as he put his hands to those lovely mounds. “Naughty boy, Aang,” he said, giving a sharp quick spank to the Avatar’s rear.
“Aah!” Aang squirmed, but stayed in position. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Relax,” Jet said, the word almost coming out like a command. He rubbed his thumbs over the warm skin, prying the cheeks open nice and slow. A pleased exhale left him as he slid his hips forward, gliding his cock up against that scalding ass. “I get it,” he added. “It’s because of Teo, right? Because Teo was nice. Only nice!”
Aang only gave a small whimper in response. Jet withdrew his hips, nice and slow. He used the split of Aang’s cheeks like rails, guiding his tip until it was nestled against that slickened rim. “But you want more than nice, don’t you? You want wild! Someone a little more rough with you. Telling you what to do. Feeling you up as they please. Treating you like the little boy toy you are!”
Jet pushed his hips forwards, breaching through the tightly puckered entrance. Aang’s mouth fell open into a lascivious moan as he pushed his ass back, desperately trying to swallow more of the length. But the boy was tight, and Jet was thick. So even though he wanted nothing more than to pound Aang rough and fast, he took his sweet time watching the boy writhe and squirm as he slowly worked his entire length inside.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Jet asked, chuckling to himself at how the stars have aligned. What a mess. A mess all for him. “But you don’t just want one wild night with me, do you, Aang? No, you want it again and again, to have it whenever you want. You want to try to earn it.” He slapped a hand down against Aang’s thigh, and it produced a sweetly strained little sound. Jet felt his dick throb against those tight walls. He groaned as his hips pressed flush against Aang’s thick ass.
“Fuck, Aang,” he said, a little breathless as the boy grinded that ass back against him, seeking the pleasure of having those walls stimulated. “The Avatar, savior of the world, child hero, wants someone to fuck his brains out every night? Wants to be a good little ragdoll for a big meaty cock? Who the hell am I to refuse that!?” Aang whimpered as Jet withdrew, slowly pulling his length out to just the tip. “You want to prove you deserve it, Aang? Then keep being what you are - a good little slut - and take it!”
“Aunggh~!” Jet thrusted forward, burying his entire shaft and pushing a sinful moan up and out from the boy’s lungs. He started rocking forward with an even rhythm, sliding his cock up against those walls and making them flutter around his length. His heavy balls swung like a pendulum, slapping against Aang’s thighs to join the chorus of skin on skin. Jet groaned as he drove his cock forward, but that was nothing in comparison to the salacious sounds pouring through Aang’s lips. “You’re s-so big, Jet!” he cried out. “So..so good!”
“Anyone there?”
The sound of another voice momentarily snapped both boys out of their heated daze. The sound of boots against the concrete could be heard - their source hidden just around the corner of the roofhouse. Jet could feel Aang tense around him, probably panicked. No doubt the person patrolling around belonged to the Ground Forces. Earthbender, probably - good at sensing vibrations if they were skilled enough. It meant the two were at a big risk of being discovered. Any good person would stop until they go away. They would withhold their lust and give their partner some peace of mind.
Jet wasn’t a good person.
And Aang didn’t want nice.
With a smug smile, Jet leaned forward and pushed his lips right against Aang’s ear. The boy shivered as he whispered. “You’re gonna have to stay quiet.” He drew his cock out half-way, and Aang whimpered ever so quietly. “You’ll want to scream my name and moan as loud as you can, but you’re going to have to be a good boy. Keep it in.” Jet licked against his ear, and the boy trembled, mouth opening in a silent keen. “You’ll need to stay quiet, because I’m still going to fuck your brains out.”
The Avatar whined. It was a beautiful sound.
Jet thrusted his cock back in. Aang choked out a stifled moan.
“Hello?” the voice called out. Footsteps moved around the rooftop, just out of view. A flashlight sweeped portions of the roof.
“Quieter,” Jet instructed. He had no intent of helping though. No, he continued his thrust, pounding his cock over and over into Aang’s lovely, curvy ass - so boyish, yet so pretty. Jet’s pace was slower, but each slap of skin on skin was rougher and rougher. Aang’s hands flew up to smother his cries, clasping tightly over his mouth.
Jet chuckled. He shouldn’t have loved watching Aang struggle against the pleasure, but he did. It was addicting. He wanted to bully the Avatar more and more. “It must have been hard,” he said, voice struggling against the groans threatening to spill through. Aang felt so good inside. His cock was wrapped in an eager, fluttering heat - one that pulled him in every time he drew back out. “You watched all the guys around you falling in love with girls, being all lovey-dovey with them. Flirting with them. Being sweet on them. I bet you wanted that, huh?”
Aang’s face was red, cheeks puffed out behind his palms, with how much effort he put into staying quiet. His eyes were teary as he snuffed each moan and cry of pleasure, helplessly unable to have any release as Jet battered his sensitive walls with his thick cock. And often, it would push against something inside of him that made his eyes roll up and his brain turn to mush.
“You wanted to take their place, right Aang? So jealous of Katara with me too. You just want to be a real man’s girl.” Jet loved hearing the choked squeal dying on the Avatar’s throat. Aang’s body burned with a deep flush. Flickers of fire caressed his shoulders, and the air picked up around them. It only egged Jet on, seeing the boy lose all control. He continued his whispers, quickening his thrusts. “Well don’t worry, cause this won’t be the last time I ruin that pretty hole of yours.” His breathing grew labored as he continued. The footsteps came a little closer. “You’re going to be a fun little plaything for my dick.” Jet nibbled on his ear, growling a hungry groan into it. “I’ll do this for you every single day. You’re mine.”
Aang slammed his hand against the nearby walls, bending some water pipes exposed on the exterior. A loud burst echoed around them as water rushed into one of the many stories below.
“Ah, damn it!” The man searching the rooftop hurried downstairs, slamming the door behind him.
Aang’s hands fell as he released the most pornographic moan Jet’s ever heard. “Aaaunnggh~! I’m Jet’s!” he cried out, head boiling as the renegade’s cock bruised his little pleasure button. “I’m Jet’s good girl! I’m Jet’s cock toy!” He screamed it out into the world, so bold and filled with lust that it made Jet’s balls draw up.
“Fuck! Aang!” He bit down onto the boy’s shoulder, eliciting a sweet, broken moan. Jet’s cock throbbed as he shoved it as far in as it could get. Semen gushed out with more power and pleasure than Jet had ever experienced. Aang’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as his insides clamped tight around Jet.
“Aaaauuhhh!” The boy’s nerves sang as his vision burned white. Aang’s tattoos flashed with a brilliant glow as his orgasm splattered against the rooftop. It was almost scary to feel that good - so much so that he involuntarily entered the Avatar state just to process it. His world swirled, and his mind blinked out for a moment, unable to contain the sheer pleasure.
When he came to, his body was limp. He was held up against Jet’s chest, his bare skin pressed to the other’s clothes. The renegade released strained, gruff groans as his climax only now started coming to an end. Aang could feel the hot cum sloshing inside his belly, and he reached a hand down only to find Jet’s already there.
Jet kissed his ear, then moved his lips down his neck. “Such a good girl for me - letting me fill that pussy.”
Aang’s ears burned hot. “Not…Not a girl,” he protested, weak and quiet.
Jet couldn’t help but chuckle. “After screaming out what you did?” The boy gave a small whine in return, and Jet happily held him closer. “You’re right.” he said, pocketing the words away to use for later. “You’re a very good boy, Aang.” The Avatar shivered in his hold, relaxing back against him. “And since you’ve been such a good boy, you’re going to give me your apartment for the next week. “I’m going to live there, and I’m going to fuck you against every surface I can find.”
Aang keened, soft and sweet. “Y-yes…!”