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Zuko is exhausted, and the day isn’t even over yet. Being Fire Lord was definitely a time consuming task.
Meeting after meeting, and having to deal with annoying chamberlains all day. He can barely leave his throne — which sucks considering Sokka is visiting him today.
The man came down with blueprints of new inventory for the Fire Nation, and since one of Zuko’s ships has a dent— he of course called for Sokka’s aid. Almost immediately.
Sokka is grabbing wrenches, pulling and twisting as he looks over to see Zuko talking to people. Whatever their rank is, Sokka doesn’t care.
All he knows is that Zuko is the highest rank and that’s all he cares about.
“No— I said it had to be done by today,” Zuko says with an annoyed groan, “No— leave me be. I said leave me be!”
Sokka feels a wave of sudden heat rush his way— not through his body but in the air. And when he looks over, his eyes widen at the sight of Zuko’s body steaming as the Fire Lord practically stomps around in anger.
“You good?” Sokka calls from where he’s tweaking machinery.
Zuko lets out an annoyed growl, throwing his arms in the air frantically. “Oh I’m so perfect! Thanks for asking!” He retorts back sarcastically, and Sokka can feel yet another gust of just— heat.
As Zuko walks away, Sokka places his goggles to the top of his head. “Huh,” He says, looking to where Zuko walked out.
Zuko overheats with emotion.
Interesting.
After hours of tinkering with broken machinery, Sokka tries to look for Zuko. He sees the Fire Lord in the halls, his face hardened.
“So, not to boast but I’m pretty sure your ships and materials will be so powerful thanks to something I like to call, me,” Sokka says, pointing to himself with a sly grin.
When Zuko doesn’t reply, Sokka lets out a “Hm.”
“Thank you.” Zuko says, “At least something has gone right for me today.” He mutters under his breath, rubbing his temple.
“Mhm I know, I never drive you crazy,” Sokka says with a fake, nonchalant sigh. “Is there anything else you guys need while I’m out here?”
Zuko thinks for awhile before he shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You sure?”
Zuko nods.
Sokka crosses his arms. “Okay, what about.. do you need anyone to hear you rant?”
“Rant?” Zuko replies.
“Yes, rant— damnit Zuko. You look awful.” Sokka says, gesturing dramatically to Zuko’s whole body. “You’ve been snappy all day to your staff, and you look like you haven’t relaxed in a million years.”
Zuko’s eyes widen, before he realizes that Sokka is right. He thought he was being subtle, but his temperature— and his tone are just dead giveaways.
He’s never really subtle with his emotions.
“I’m just annoyed—” Zuko starts before Sokka shakes his head.
“Not here. What, do you want people to hear you say how incompetent they are out loud?”
Right. Zuko nods, and he looks over his shoulder before he grabs Sokka’s hand, taking him up one flight of stairs before they enter his own chambers.
“Geez. This is your room?”
“Don’t, Sokka.” Zuko says, exasperatedly.
Sokka raises his hands in surrender. “I didn’t say anything bad! Just, it’s huge.”
Zuko sits down on the bed with an annoyed huff. “That’s what being Fire Lord will get you. Nice amenities and the most— insufferable— annoying—” He groans, frustratedly speaking. “— staff of all time.”
Sokka sits next to Zuko, his gaze worried as he nods and lets Zuko continue.
“I asked this chamberlain to deliver an important letter by last weekend! And you know what he’s done? Nothing! Just laying there and making side comments at me as if I’m not the one punished for his laziness!” Zuko exclaims as he begins to go on his rant.
“I swear, these people wouldn’t even know how to write their own name if you asked them to!” Zuko snaps loudly, a wave of heat hitting Sokka’s arm where it gently touches Zuko.
He would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a rush. “Then they have the audacity to apologize?!? Don’t apologize! Do your damn duty!” He growls.
“Yeah, I get it. Annoying staff, bothering you all day,” Sokka says, even though he doesn’t understand. Hell, he’s not even a bender.
“I think you’re doing a pretty neat job though.” Sokka says with a shrug.
That makes Zuko groan. “Well that doesn’t matter, does it?!?” He says snapping at Sokka’s face. Sokka swears, he just saw steam come out of Zuko’s mouth.
So Zuko’s just in a bad mood overall.
“Right,” Sokka agrees, not needing Zuko to growl and fuss at him anymore. “You know, there’s healthier ways to— deal with your anger.”
When Zuko gives him a glare, Sokka just sits straighter on the bed. “I mean instead of walking around acting as if you’re going to burn everything in sight.” He adds.
“What do you suggest then? That I just lock myself up and burn everything around me until I knock out?”
Sokka’s expression falls into one where— he’s got an idea. Oh, he got an idea.
A really bad one.
“Maybe burning up until you knock out. But, not in that way.”
Zuko stares at Sokka, looking absolutely clueless and confused at what’s being implied. That’s when he sees Sokka’s cocky grin, and his face falls.
And his cheeks rise with burning heat. “…What? Oh— you mean, like that,” Sokka nods as Zuko replies.
“Like that.” Sokka confirms.
“I don’t want to pressure.. you I can.. deal with myself really—“
“Zuko. I want to help you.” Sokka says, slowly as if he knows Zuko won’t register that Sokka wants this unless he speaks in such manner.
Zuko feels his throat go dry. He swallows, nervous and suddenly, very flustered. He never thought Sokka would, he doesn’t know— be into helping him in such manner?
“Seriously?”
Sokka lets out a half amused, half annoyed sigh. “Yes, do I have to write it on my forehead?”
“No just, oh.” Zuko says, not really knowing what to say. Sokka takes note of that, sensing the Fire Lord’s sudden nerves. “I don’t really know what to say.”
“I mean, do you want to?” Sokka pries.
Zuko pauses, he’s frustrated. He’s had a long day, and he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to deal with this tension building up in his body.
“Yes,” He says, so quietly, it makes Sokka almost chuckle. The Fire Lord all quiet and flustered. Cute.
Sokka shifts closer, “Okay. Trust me,” Sokka says, and Zuko almost retorts back in an annoyed tone, but Sokka’s face is already extremely close.
“Can I kiss you?”
Zuko swallows again. His throat is dry already. Maybe it’s his fire bending messing with his throat. Maybe it’s Sokka’s gaze on his eyes. Maybe he doesn’t know.
“Please,” Zuko murmurs back, before he feels Sokka’s lips gently brush against his— and then connect.
He gasps, quickly catching on. Sokka lets out a small groan against Zuko’s mouth, the Fire Lord’s lips are so warm. He slides his hand across Zuko’s face, gently guiding the Fire Lord to lay down.
His hands roam all over Zuko’s high-ranking attire, feeling the way Zuko’s body reacts.
Sokka’s lips part from Zuko, his gaze falling to the drool that connects their lips. Both men catch their breath, before Sokka kisses Zuko again, this time, deeper, and hungrier.
Zuko can’t help but gasp and moan a little as the kiss gets more intense, before they both finally pull away when they both need to catch their breath a second time.
“Want my hands here?” Sokka asks in a low voice, his hands gently grazing under Zuko’s uniform. Grabbing at his muscular sides, emitting a gasp from the Fire Lord.
Zuko nods, before he decides to be bold with it. Fuck it— he’s already in this too deep, isn’t he?
“Lower, please.”
The command makes Sokka growl low in his throat, nodding as he leans to kiss at Zuko’s jawline and down his neck. In the meantime, his hands roam lower, until they’re right there at the waistband.
“Relax,” Sokka says, feeling Zuko all tense as he bites and gently sucks at his neck. Zuko gasps, his body tensing before almost melting against the bed.
“Sokka,”
“Mhm?” Sokka whispers against Zuko’s neck, pressing another kiss.
“Touch me.”
Zuko doesn’t need to tell Sokka twice. Sokka lets out a groan, his hands quick to undo Zuko’s lower clothes.
Sokka reaches down, feeling Zuko’s cock twitch when his fingers graze it gently. His hand wraps around Zuko’s cock, giving it a slow pump.
“Like this?”
Zuko bites his lower lip, nodding. The feeling of Sokka’s face against his neck, marking him up— and Sokka’s hands on his cock—
After another few pumps, Zuko begins to moan. That makes Sokka bite his own lower lip, moving a finger across the tip as he keeps pumping Zuko’s cock.
“Sokka,” Zuko breathes, his face all flushed as Sokka looks up from his position buried in Zuko’s neck. Just to see the way Zuko bites his lower lip, as if he’s trying to contain himself.
Sokka moves his hand faster, making Zuko’s hips buck up instinctively. “Mmmnnn—” Zuko whines.
Hearing Zuko whine brings all the energy and heat right to Sokka’s own cock. He groans, pumping his hand faster as Zuko bucks his hips against Sokka’s hand.
“That’s it,” Sokka groans, eyes just on Zuko’s face. He reaches his free hand, pushing back Zuko’s hair that’s sticking to his forehead from sweat.
Zuko lets out another whine, connected with a moan as his hips start stuttering faster. And faster. His body begins to fuel with heat, his face slightly reddening with a perfect hue.
Sokka notices this, and how Zuko’s cock begins to feel warmer against Sokka’s hands. “Are you gonna come?”
Zuko nods, almost frantically. “Fuck. That’s it. Come undone right on my hand,” Sokka encourages.
“That’s it.” His hand pumps faster now, more desperately against Zuko’s overheating cock. The Fire Lord’s body is glistening in sweat.
Zuko lets out a cry, his load spraying all over Sokka’s hand. His back arches, biting his lower lip as Sokka keeps pumping him through his orgasm.
“Sokka,” Zuko gasps, trying to catch his breath, his gaze locked on Sokka’s who’s been staring intensely at him.
Sokka pulls his hand away, looking at his hand that’s coated with Zuko’s cum. He licks his own fingers, smirking at Zuko’s flushed expression.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Zuko lets out a whine, that says Thank the Gods. Because his body is just barely tingling, needing more of what Sokka is giving him.
Sokka dives back into Zuko’s chest, lowering his grip and lowering his head. His head keeps lowering until he can spread Zuko’s legs wide.
“Just, put your legs over my shoulders. Yeah, like that. Is this good?”
“Yes Sokka, please, just—” Zuko grits his teeth, his large muscular thighs sitting on both sides of Sokka’s face. Before he can get a remark about Sokka being slow, he feels Sokka’s hands jerk his body even closer.
And Sokka positions his hips high enough just for Zuko to feel Sokka’s tongue do a lick on his hole.
Zuko’s cock twitches, already sensitive from his previous orgasm. “Gods— Sokka—!” Zuko gasps, “Oh my— God—!”
Sokka takes that as a confirmation that Zuko likes that. He doesn’t waste time, his mouth pleasuring Zuko’s body as if it was a piece of his favorite candy.
He grabs at Zuko’s warm thighs, sweat almost sticking his fingers against Zuko’s skin as he begins to bring Zuko’s hips closer to his mouth. Then, he begins to move Zuko’s body, guiding him to ride his tongue with strong strokes.
Zuko cries out, trying to buck his hips quicker into Sokka’s face and tongue. That makes Sokka’s cock strain even more against his pants, precum already building up in him.
Pre-cum begins leaking again from Zuko’s tip, until Sokka pulls away, making the Fire Lord whimper at the sudden stop of pleasure.
“Sokka, come on,” Zuko gasps, his eyes half lidded, his body squirming at how much pleasure he had— and then how it went from a hundred to zero. His cock twitches, leaking more pre just by the way his body convulses in overstimulation.
Sokka lets out an amused grunt, feeling Zuko’s thighs clasp down on each side of his head. He sits back up on the bed, fidgeting with his clothes.
Zuko swipes his finger towards Sokka’s belt, the heat making the belt snap and fall down. Sokka smirks, hovering over the Fire Lord.
“How do you want me?” Sokka asks, almost out of breath himself by the warm temperature in the chamber, and in the way Zuko looks at him. It just leaves him breathless.
“Like this,” Zuko says quickly, and Sokka is quick to oblige, his fingers slipping down again. Gently touching and rubbing around Zuko’s hole.
Zuko’s sweat is enough to lube up his fingers, making Sokka growl as he slips his fingers in, stretching Zuko. The Fire Lord’s back arches, almost pushing Sokka’s fingers deeper as the man adds a third.
“Holy shit, I can’t— fuck Zuko,” Sokka says impatiently, pulling his fingers away to receive another whine from
Zuko at the emptiness. “Can’t fucking wait anymore.”
Zuko gasps, feeling Sokka’s fingers replaced with something more— girthy teasing against his hole. Sokka gives his own cock a few slow pumps, feeling the way Zuko’s sweat almost makes Sokka slide in too easily.
“Gods—!”
Zuko’s back arches as Sokka’s cock buries into him, his arms scrambling at his sides as Sokka guides his arms to wrap around his neck. Sokka grunts, letting Zuko adjust before he begins thrusting in deep strokes.
Zuko’s fingers aren’t even touching Sokka’s shoulders. It’s as if he’s scared his fingers are going to burn or leave marks on the other man’s skin.
“Zuko, touch me. Grab at me.” Sokka encourages, his hips moving almost rhythmically against Zuko’s hips. Zuko seems hesitant, before more deeper thrust hits him—
And he moans, his fingers clutching onto Sokka’s shoulders almost desperately. Sokka lets out a groan at the sudden heat from Zuko’s fingertips on his shoulders.
“Fuck that’s it,” Sokka groans, “Mark me up baby.”
The pet name slips his mouth before he can pause to think, but Zuko seems to be too busy clinging to him and moaning to care. Sokka leans closer, Zuko’s lips connecting with his again. This time, Sokka feels Zuko’s mouth at a heat level he’s never felt.
Zuko’s lips trail to kiss at Sokka’s neck before Sokka leans back up again. The kiss leaving steam, and a mark that Sokka will for sure wear with pride.
“Sokka, please. Go faster,” Zuko pleads.
Sokka doesn’t have to be told twice. He begins moving his hips faster, hearing Zuko moan even loud enough for the hallways to hear.
He keeps this pace— faster, and deeper, until he hears Zuko let out a cry. “Sokka—! Right— there—”
Sokka groans, he must have hit Zuko’s sweet spot. Zuko’s fingers begin to scratch and leave marks all over Sokka’s back, leaving trails of warmth all over his skin.
His hips snap in that same direction, same angle. Needing to hit Zuko’s prostate with each passionate move, making the Fire Lord’s back arch even more.
Zuko’s pushing his body as if he’s trying to take Sokka even deeper— if possible. It makes Sokka’s cock swell, watching Zuko heat up and get all flustered. On his cock.
“You’re so perfect, yeah?” Sokka pants, his own pleasure building up at the feeling of Zuko’s hole clenching his cock— warmth squeezing him, intensely.
“Sokka, yes— oh yes,” Zuko rambles, his whole body tensing up. “I’m gonna come,” He whimpers.
That whimper is enough for Sokka to begin thrusting aggressively, as if he’s desperate to get Zuko to come undone all over him again.
“Yeah, you’re gonna come?” Sokka says, almost breathlessly. “I’m— fuck Zuko. Gonna come in this perfect body.”
Zuko nods his head and keens, his legs spreading at a powerful stroke of Sokka’s hips. The Fire Lord’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his expression nothing but lewd.
“Yeah, Sokka, I’m gonna— oh I’m— I’m..” Zuko gasps, unable to speak properly as his entire body steams. The mirror across the chamber fogging up, Zuko’s mouth drooling from being heated up from all this pleasure.
It’s all a beautiful mess for Sokka to see. “I’m.. I’m coming,” Zuko whines loudly, his back arching and his thighs shaking as he begins to come undone. His hole clenching down on Sokka’s cock like a vice, his hands — suddenly hotter than before, digging into Sokka’s back with a steaming hiss.
“Fuck,” Sokka pants at the sudden tightness, thrusting to chase his own undoing, which comes not so long after. Sokka catches his breath, almost collapsing against Zuko’s warm chest.
He holds himself, looking down at the way Zuko looks an absolute mess. His hair is all over the place, his thighs are quivering. And, his neck and jawline are all marked up from Sokka’s bites.
Zuko is looking at Sokka too as he catches his breath, and Sokka looks a mess as well. His marks look significantly darker— evident from Zuko’s heated temperature.
“Gods,” Zuko gasps, breathing heavily as Sokka gently removes himself, his cock still slick from the sweat and his own load.
Sokka smirks, and Zuko’s lips practically twitch into a smile. One that he hasn’t had all day. He’s exhausted.
“You’re insane,” Zuko breathes, a huff of warm air escaping him. Sokka chuckles in response, gently wiping Zuko down with a soft fabric he found on the Fire Lord’s bedside.
“Proud of it,” Sokka retorts back, stroking the side of Zuko’s face, seeing how the Fire Lord is already going to knock out.
He did say he was going to de-stress Zuko until he knocks out.
“Rest, I’ll be here when you wake up. Then we can test out the repairs on your ships. And maybe you can reward me for them being absolutely amazing.” Sokka says, his tone softer.
Zuko lets out a small chuckle at Sokka’s humor, nodding his head before he closes his eyes. His cheek falling into Sokka’s hand.
Hm. Maybe Sokka won’t move for a few minutes.
Or a few hours. This is nice, he decides.