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Zuko moaned, shifting a little in place. There was something warm and wet moving over his cock, making him harden with every suck and bob. He arched into the touch, just a little, arms above his shoulders as he tossed his head back and forth. It felt so good-
And then awareness slowly creeped in. The sensations became sharper- more intense. Zuko could feel the cool air across his bare thighs, which- he was asleep. He was asleep, right? And he had been having a very pleasant dream, but the memory of him bathing and redressing in his lounge pants was also at the forefront of his mind. So, why was he now naked? Something wasn't right.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, crusty eyes shooting open as a fingertip skimmed across his asshole. He clenched instinctively, confused and afraid and half-asleep, because who-
Sokka was sprawled out on his stomach, licking a stripe up the side of Zuko's cock while he struggled to work a finger in. "Morning, sunshine."
"What are you doing?" Zuko half-shrieked, drawing his legs up, as if to move away from his boyfriend. But Sokka let go of Zuko's cock to throw an arm across his lower stomach, holding him firmly in place.
"I'm waking you up," Sokka said, as if it should be obvious. "You're really tight, though." As if to illustrate his point, he drew his finger out a little before shoving it in to the first knuckle.
Hissing at the burning stretch, Zuko only clenched down harder, making the intrusion all the more painful, despite the generous oil on Sokka's finger. "That's- Sokka-"
"I know, baby," Sokka murmured, starting to thrust in and out. "Feels good, huh?"
"Too rough- That's too- Sokka, I can't-" he could barely speak, he was in so much shock. He wanted to shout, wanted to stop his boyfriend, but the harshest words caught in his throat. He felt powerless, frozen in place by the sheer audacity of what was happening.
A second finger only made things worse, his stretched rim now aching in addition to the stinging pain just inside. "Stop, I- please-"
"But you look so good like this," the Water Tribesman said, a soft, dopey grin stretching across his face. "So fucking beautiful, Zuko, wish I could wake you up like this everyday-"
"Ah!" Zuko tensed as Sokka hit that too-sensitive spot inside of him. And usually it felt incredible- stimulating his prostate usually made Zuko fall apart in the best way possible. But right now, it only added a confusing layer of pleasure into the mix of pain and tension.
"Relax, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself," came a soothing whisper.
"Hurts," Zuko mumbled. "Hurting me-"
"Okay, sweetheart, okay," Sokka said, pulling out to reapply the lubricant at his side. "You just need a little more oil, is all."
"Don't want to," Zuko said, wiggling uncomfortably as Sokka left him suddenly. "I- Sokka, I-"
"Why not?" Sokka said, rubbing his fingers together to warm the oil up. He then touched the little hole between Zuko's cheeks again, putting a little bit of tantalising pressure there before slipping in once again. "You always say you're too busy for sex. Surely you can spare me a minute before your day starts?"
"I have to go," Zuko gushed, avoiding Sokka's eyes as his cheeks blazed red. He needed an excuse, anything at all to make Sokka stop. "I have to pee. Have to get dressed, have a meeting at-"
"Shh," Sokka said, climbing up his boyfriend's body to push their mouths together. "This is what couples do, Zuko. You need to chill, you're gonna hurt yourself."
Hurt yourself. As if this was Zuko's fault- the pain, the tearing he could feel as Sokka's fingers dug around inside him, searching for that spot once again.
"I don't have time for this," Zuko argued weakly, his nerve leaving him as soon as his mouth opened. Because this was what couples were supposed to do, right? And if Zuko didn't want this, then they couldn't be a couple. Because Sokka clearly wanted this, and there had to be something wrong with Zuko to be so desperately wishing he was anywhere but here. "I'm gonna be late, Sokka-"
"Two minutes. Just two minutes. Please?"
Zuko hesitated. His mind was blank. He couldn't think. What can he say to make it stop?
"For me?" Sokka pleaded. "Please?"
"Sokka-"
"Please."
This would be faster. Faster to let Sokka take. If it was just two minutes, well, Zuko could survive that, couldn't he? He could get through it.
He nodded, still clearly unsure.
As Zuko was stretched and prodded and probed, he stared at the ceiling, wanting it to be over already. As Sokka entered him, Zuko closed his eyes, trying to drown out the soft grunts of praise Sokka gave him.
It took a lot longer than two minutes for Sokka to finish, and even longer for Zuko to allow an orgasm to slip through him, because he knew Sokka wouldn't stop until they both came. And that was the most fucked up part, wasn't it? That he knew Sokka wouldn't stop. Sokka had already refused to stop.
It was the longest six minutes of Zuko's life.
When Sokka pulled out, he shivered, hating how empty he felt. As Sokka dressed, Zuko felt himself spiraling, thoughts of how he could let this happen at the forefront of his mind. How he had been too weak to stop it- too weak for Sokka.
As the door shut behind Sokka, Zuko felt tears slip down his face, the ghost of a goodbye kiss still fresh on his forehead. He felt like he didn't know his boyfriend anymore. He felt like he didn't even know himself.