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Zuko remembered falling asleep.
The next thing he knew he found that he was in a little visited corner near the throne room. But the remoteness of the corner did nothing to soothe the shock of discovering that he was entirely naked.
Naked and on his knees and elbows with his ass arched up, eager and ready.
He could hear voices murmuring, not close, but he went to move, to sit up, to cover himself, whatever, only to have a hot and firm hand land square in the middle of his back pushing him down holding him in place.
Zuko choked down an aborted cry.
“Hush, my lord,” Sokka murmured. “You don’t want to bring everyone running.”
Craning his neck back, Zuko saw Sokka kneeling up dressed in his usual Water Tribe garb but with his laces undone and his hard cock fully on display.
“Sokka?” Zuko questioned breathlessly, looking away. It was too much.
Sokka hummed non-committedly, sweeping the hand he had pressed to Zuko’s back down his flank to his hips before bringing both his hands up to knead firmly at his ass.
Zuko’s mind had been racing with all the surprises in the last few moments, but as Sokka took firm hold of his bare ass a delightful shiver ran through his body whiting out his mind and pleasure overtook panic.
His cock which had hung soft between his thighs now began to chub and his hips canted back into Sokka’s questing hands.
“That’s it sweetheart,” Sokka crooned, “Now you are getting with the program.”
One of Sokka’s fingers trailed dry and teasing down the cleft of Zuko’s ass pausing to press teasingly at his furled pucker before tracing down to his balls.
Biting his lips to keep from moaning at the tease, Zuko turned again.
His face burning, Zuko asked, “Wha-. . .what is going on?”
“Oh honey, look at your face,” Sokka cooed. “Blushing and lovely.”
Zuko ducked his face to stifle a moan at Sokka’s words, but he looked back again, questions still in his eyes.
“Come on baby, you know that this is your fantasy. A hair’s breadth from being discovered by all your ministers and guards, naked and flushed and wanting. Your cute little ass, high and just begging for my cock.”
Zuko whimpered, his cock now fully hard and leaking onto the floor between his knees.
“But don’t worry, darling,” Sokka said, taking a slow pull of his own cock wet with his own precum. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
Zuko heard rather than saw a pop behind him before feeling a slicked finger return to his hole, teasing and pressing lightly. Unable to help himself, Zuko moaned and pushed back towards the finger. He felt so empty and desperate for Sokka to fill him up.
Sokka chuckled lowly, “Oh sweetheart, you do want everyone to hear you. Making all that noise. Your guards definitely would come investigate.” Sokka plunged in his finger to the second knuckle to emphasize the point as Zuko gasped and thrust back. “Imagine how surprised they’d be to discover what a wanton slut their Fire Lord is, only really good for taking cock.”
Adding more slick and another finger, Sokka continued, “The very best use for you would be to keep you naked and slicked up. Always ready to be bred. That pretty cock of yours mostly for show, so that everyone can see just how much you love it.”
Zuko thought he was going to chew through his lip to try to keep quiet. The filth Sokka’s low voice poured into his ear and the fingers that worked in and out of his hole stirred him to new heights. He was desperate for some relief but he did not dare reach for his own cock, as Sokka said, it was just for show. If he couldn’t do that then there was only one alternative.
“Sokka, please,” Zuko gasped out.
“Please what, honey?” Sokka crooned, pushing in a third finger.
The stretch was exquisite, but not nearly enough.
“Please. Fill me,” Zuko panted, and with a moan begged, “‘M so empty.”
With no further prompting, Sokka slid forward yanking out his fingers causing Zuko to gasp before replacing them finally with the blunt, shining head of his cock which he pressed in, slow, and firm, inexorable.
Zuko sweated and writhed as Sokka pressed in, so deliciously full. The hollow, empty feeling, a distant memory.
Sokka did not so much as pause until his balls bumped gently into Zuko’s.
As Sokka paused, Zuko had a flash of what they would look like if someone should find them. The Fire Lord naked on his knees and elbows. Cock hard and untouched, leaking onto the floor between his parted thighs. Face flushed red and sweating, with his lips plump with biting them to keep quiet. Ambassador Sokka kneeling behind him, completely dressed, the only part of him bared, hidden inside Zuko.
Zuko shivered in delight at the thought and with the intoxicating fullness. It was almost too much, and then Sokka moved and it became impossibly better.
“Baby, look at you taking me so sweetly,” Sokka purred, settling his hands on Zuko’s hips holding him as he thrust in slow and shallow to start. “You’re practically pulling me in, your hole is so hungry.”
Whining, Zuko threw back his hips, wanting it harder. Faster. More.
Perversely, Sokka slowed. Pulling almost all the way out while grabbing two handfuls of Zuko’s ass and spreading his cheeks.
“You have such a pretty hole, darling. Glistening and stretched out from my cock. Look how much it wants me inside you,” Sokka teased, while Zuko screwed his eyes shut waiting for him to push back into him where he belonged.
Releasing one of the cheeks, Sokka pressed a finger in alongside his cock pulling a strangled whine from Zuko’s throat. He played lightly with the rim while Zuko quivered in an effort to remain still.
“You like that, baby? Bet I could stretch you out. Fill your hole up, get it to gape,” Sokka chuckled and slowly began to thrust his cock in and out while his finger curled and stroked at Zuko’s walls.
“But that’s not for today,” Sokka assured, pulling his finger out returning his grip to Zuko’s hip. With a sharp pull, Sokka thrust fully into Zuko before setting a punishing pace.
Zuko closed his eyes and throw back his hips revelling in finally getting the fucking that he so desperately needed from Sokka. When Sokka shifted his angle, Zuko saw stars as his prostate was hit. The choked-off wail telling Sokka that he’d hit the right spot.
“You’re trying so, so hard to be quiet, darling. Wouldn’t you rather just let it all out? They’d all come running to see, all those eyes would be on you. Watching you, wanting you. They’d not be content to just watch you, oh no, they’d want to get their hands on you. Pinch those pretty nipples of yours, tease that pretty cock. They’d love to put a finger in you. Push past your pretty lips and make you suck them. Put their fingers in your greedy hole.”
Zuko was practically crying with the overwhelming lust from the pictures Sokka was spinning before his closed eyes.
“But honey, you have to know that they can’t,” Sokka’s whisper turned savage and his thrusts hit harder. “And you know why?”
Sokka thrust fully in and stopped before leaning down over Zuko’s back. Zuko could feel Sokka’s hot breath washing over his ear, “Because you’re mine.”
That was all it took for Zuko, his orgasm ripped through him taking all thought with it. His cock spurted completely untouched jerking up towards his belly. Before he was even finished cumming, Sokka slammed into him two more times and Zuko felt warm cum fill his hole.
Zuko’s arms gave out but Sokka caught him and lowered him to the floor. Sound seemed to filter back in and Zuko heard Sokka crooning endearments and random praises about how good he was while his hands ran over him in soothing caresses.
Zuko wanted to say something, but darkness took him before he could regain the use of his tongue. Just as it washed over him, Zuko felt Sokka bestow a kiss on his forehead and he slipped into unconsciousness with a smile.
The End.