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“Hey, Aang, have you seen Zuko? I'm actually going to start back for the South Pole tonight instead of the morning and need his stamp on…”
Sokka froze.
There was a burning in his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was from his sudden inability to blink or the sight he was witnessing.
Aang stared at him with wide eyes, buried balls deep in the ass of the man Sokka had spent the past hour trying to find. Sokka could see him still rocking his hips, the motion not slowing even in the face of their shared shock.
Zuko whimpered. His legs were spread open as he bounced on Aang’s - their best friend, the savior of the world, the bloody Avatar - cock, his face open and vulnerable in a way Sokka had never seen in over a decade of friendship while he sucked on Aang’s fingers.
The cock cage wrapped around his straining dick glinted at Sokka in the low candle lights, flashing in his pupils sharp enough to finally force his eyes to squeeze shut and spring back open.
What the ever-loving fucking Spirits -
“Sokka.” Aang was suddenly way too calm. “We can explain.”
Zuko let out a soft whine, grinding back a little on his next bounce. Aang corrected himself. “I can explain.”
Sokka exploded.
“Dude! With our best friend! The firelord - you, the Avatar - you're supposed to be - my sister -”
Okay, not as eloquent as he wanted to be, but the point still came across.
“Katara knows,” Aang answered his sputtering tirade evenly, still too calm. Infuriatingly calm. The kind of calm that made Sokka feel like an idiot as he sputtered so hard, saliva flew from his mouth as if he'd just downed a pitcher of cactus juice and couldn't control his own drool.
“She knows -”
“She knows,” Aang reiterated. His thrusts started to visibly sharpen, his brief, startled state passing again, way too fucking fast for Sokka’s sanity. Zuko threw his head back, letting out a loud, drawn out, high-pitched moan that had Sokka torn between cupping his hands over his eyes, and over the growing tent in his trousers.
Abort, fucking abort -
“Right, well I can get that signature next time I'm in the fire nation, you all have a lovely evening -”
“Do you want to join us?”
Sokka choked on his words, his tongue, on the very fucking air, so hard he was of half a mind Aang had airbended the oxygen straight from his lungs.
Then again, he was a little occupied to do so.
“Do I - Do I want to join -”
“You certainly look like you want to,” Aang nodded pointedly to the obscene bulge in Sokka’s thin travel pants. Before Sokka even had the chance to blush and sputter some more, Aang leaned in close to Zuko’s ear, whispering loud enough for them to all hear anyway, “Wouldn't you like him to join, love?”
Zuko’s eyes met Sokka’s; huge and bright, already teary from however long Aang had been fucking into him, the pace one Sokka could already tell was purposefully and maddeingly slow.
He let out a desperate whimper, reaching forward with grabby hands - whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck why is that, he, it so fucking cute - towards Sokka. His cock throbbed where it was trapped in the silver, the lean of his body to try and pull Sokka closer from too far away shifting the angle so that Sokka could see Aang’s own hard length - holy shit, okay, damn it, I'm impressed, no Sokka stop admiring both your best friends' dicks! - disappearing into him and sliding back out, already coated in cum.
Sokka hadn't even realized he'd crossed the room until Zuko’s hands were wrapping around his biceps and yanking him into their intimate bubble.
He stumbled on his knees with a quiet ooof that immediately turned into a groan when Zuko started kissing at his neck, each press of his lips shy and eager in a way that had Sokka’s head spinning.
Sokka looked at Aang over Zuko’s shoulder, eyes wide again as the motion of their bodies rocked into him.
“Remember how you said you could explain?”
“Yes,” Aang agreed, amused.
“I'm gonna need you to start doing that right now, buddy.”
“I don't really have words to label it,” Aang admitted. His voice grew soft as he searched for them anyway. “I found him like this once after a really bad council meeting, about seven years ago.”
“Seven -!”
Zuko whimpered at Sokka’s indignant yelp. Sokka froze again, watching as Aang leaned forward and pressed soothing kisses along the nape of his neck and top of his spine until Zuko stopped trembling.
Aang gave him a reproachful look as Zuko started tentatively nibbling at Sokka’s neck again. “Don't be so loud.”
Sokka couldn't even formulate a response to that.
...But he did stay quiet.
“I've tried to learn more about it, but it's not something people who do it really want to… talk about. His mind just… goes somewhere. It needs to turn off. Make things simple again. I think his brain is just trying to… make up for the way he wasn't cared for when he was supposed to be.”
Sokka didn't feel his arms moving as Aang spoke; he just felt his hands meet Zuko’s feverish skin, felt the way Zuko shivered and pressed closer to him as he started tracing his sides, and something inside him clicked.
“So you… take care of him when he's like this, by fucking him?” Sokka asked, half-tentative, half-incredulous.
Aang laughed softly. Sokka could feel the way the sound vibrated up through Zuko’s body, his little gasp brushing against Sokka’s throat as he buried his face there and tightened his arms over his shoulders.
Like he was tethering himself to Sokka. Like Sokka made him feel safe. His mouth went dry.
“Not always. Just when he wants it.”
“How do you even tell?” Sokka could already see Zuko wasn't exactly as articulate as he usually was in this state.
Aang shrugged, giving one hard thrust upwards. Zuko cried out, back arching, pushing the cock cage up against Sokka’s own bulge where he'd been pulled so close to them both. “He makes it pretty obvious what he needs and wants, when he needs and wants it.”
Sokka’s hips jolted forward into the touch instinctively. He blushed, suddenly feeling like he was overstepping, that he needed to escape whatever was about to happen.
“Right, well then, I'll leave you to it -”
Zuko let out a little whimper when Sokka started pulling away. One of Aang’s hands shot out from Zuko’s hips, wrapping around Sokka's wrist where his own were still wrapped around Zuko’s waist.
“We've been wanting you to join us for awhile,” Aang confessed quietly; as if what he'd just admitted wasn't the most insane thing Sokka had ever heard.
“You - you want me to - you've both - what -”
Zuko nuzzled into his throat, biting down gently as if to hold Sokka there with the tender touch. Sokka’s hands tightened back around his waist.
“We respected you were with Suki; we knew you didn't want anyone else. And then when you both broke up, you always… gone. You threw yourself into work in the South and we just couldn't… we didn't want to… we… were -”
“Scared,” Zuko whispered. Sokka’s heart clenched at the sound of his voice, brushing against his skin. It had gone so breathy, so sweet and needy and raw.
“Scared,” Aang agreed softly. “Scared you'd say no. Scared we'd lose you… even more than we already had.”
Sokka’s buffering brain finally caught up with everything happening. Everything they were telling him.
Everything it meant.
Any protest he had about him not being that busy, that distant died in his throat. Every denial he'd built up subconsciously about wanting exactly this died with it, too.
Sokka tugged Zuko out of his shoulder, ignoring his small, wordless protests until he could cup his face in his hands.
“You sure?” he asked quietly.
Zuko’s eyes met his. His tears glittered on his lashes, dangerously close to falling with every thrust Aang continued to press into him.
Spirits, he was beautiful. How had Sokka ever denied it to himself?
“Please,” Zuko answered in a whisper.
Twelve years of restraint and denial crumbled with that one tiny word.
Sokka pulled Zuko forward, crashing their lips together faster, harder than he meant to, but he was given no time to worry he'd already screwed up.
Zuko threw his arms around Sokka’s neck, kissing him back with a half-moan, half-whine that disappeared between them.
His lips were even softer than they looked, eager and wanting and perfect, so perfect, better than Sokka could have ever even conjured in his wildest dreams.
And he'd had some pretty wild dreams about exactly this.
“Look at you two,” Aang breathed. Sokka felt the awe, the heat in his voice go straight to his already aching cock. “You're even prettier together than I imagined.”
Zuko whined again. Sokka pulled back panting, his own desire twisting in his belly at the way Zuko chased his mouth.
“You like being called pretty, princess?” he murmured. Zuko made a sweet, needy little sound at the nickname that usually threw him into a rage, nodding so fast his bangs bobbed in his face.
“Oh, he loves being told how pretty he is. Don't you, precious boy?” Aang kissed up and down Zuko’s throat. Sokka noticed for the first time all the hickeys already blooming against his pale skin. On one side, at least.
He had to fix that.
Sokka leaned in to the other side of Zuko’s neck, matching every bite and kiss Aang had already made and was remaking parallel to him.
Zuko started wiggling between them, overwhelmed. He whined, pushing back into Aang’s thrusts and baring his throat for them both to keep marking him.
Aang reached around, gripping him beneath both knees to spread his legs even more obscenely apart, pushing Sokka back just enough to watch the way his thrusts turned punishing.
“Didn't I say the rule tonight is to stay still?” Aang whispered. Sokka's jaw dropped at the way his voice changed.
This wasn't the goofy kid he'd grown up with, who couldn't sit still in a council meeting, who still went penguin sledding and drifting in the mail carts of Omashu like he was a child.
Who the fuck was this?
Zuko gasped, his muscles straining and sheening with sweat as he tried not to writhe with every brutal thrust Aang pound into him.
“Sokka, my hands are a bit occupied now.”
Sokka's head snapped up at his name. His dick was throbbing every time Aang spoke now. Spirits, he was going to have a lot to analyze about himself in the morning.
“Think you could help me out and give Zuko something else to suck on since I need my hands to remind him what happens when he doesn't listen?”
“Uh… Sure?” Sokka really didn't know what the right answer here was, but his cock definitely liked the offer. Order? He couldn't tell. Fuck, he had no idea what was happening anymore -
“Great!” Aang said cheerfully; Sokka suddenly had to leap backwards, almost tumbling off the bed, when Aang tipped Zuko forward on his hands and knees.
He brought down his hand with a sharp smack! that echoed through the bedchamber. Sokka could see the way he twisted his fingers, putting the full force of his airbending behind the blow. Zuko cried out, his tears finally falling. Aang never slipped out or stopped fucking into him.
Sokka almost came in his pants.
“Don't worry,” Aang reassured him; Sokka looked up between Aang's smiling face and Zuko's wrecked expression, his own eyes forgetting to blink again. “He likes the pain. He knows he deserves it when he's been bad and broken one of the rules, don't you, pretty boy?”
Aang spanked him again; even harder, even louder. Zuko nearly screamed, mouth agape and drooling as the whole bed rocked with the force of the blow.
Zuko nodded, beyond words as he cried and moaned. Aang rubbed the glowing red marks he'd left on his flesh before reaching around his body. Two little blue sparks lit up at his fingertips right over Zuko's nipples; Zuko's eyes rolled back in his head, his caged cock thrusting forward into empty air as Aang ran his fingers over the silver and shocked his cock through it, too.
“Do you still want to help, Sokka?”
Sokka finally blinked, jolting where he'd locked up watching the insane scene unfold.
Did he want to help?
Spirits, yes.
He didn't realize he'd said it out loud until Aang grinned at him. Fuck, what happened to his best friend?
And why did he like whoever he'd become in this moment so much?
“Then give him something to suck, buddy,” Aang winked.
The pieces came together in Sokka's mind. He nearly fell off the bed again getting his pants untied.
He tossed them off, not giving a shit where they landed or if he'd ever find them again, his shirt joining in roughly the same direction as he scooted forward on the bed.
Zuko looked up at him, eyes shining as Sokka guided his cock forward towards his lips.
Those lips. Pink. Plush. Too many hours spent pretending he wasn't staring at them, even when he was with Suki. So pretty.
Those lips brushed his tip, smearing his pre all over them like the finest gloss the royals used. They wrapped around the very end of his head in a gentle, nervous kiss.
Sokka.
Fucking.
Snapped.
He thrust forward into Zuko's mouth, burying all the way down to his throat in one smooth glide. He was immediately enveloped by scalding heat, the clench of Zuko gasping and gagging around his length nearly pulling him over the edge.
Aang brought down another hard slap against Zuko's ass the moment Sokka buried his cock inside his mouth; Zuko screamed around him, the tight pull of his throat around the noise having Sokka's hips stutter and his back arching with a groan, chasing more of that tight, insane fire.
“Just let our pretty boy take care of you,” Aang said, and somehow it sounded like a promise. For some reason, Sokka, who'd never even come close to bottoming or obeying anyone in his life, listened, the words “our pretty boy” doing something complicated and amazing in his chest.
He stayed his hips, bringing his hands up to tangle in Zuko's long hair.
He'd wanted to run his hands through that hair so many times, watching it grow long and silky and beautiful over the years.
Sokka was realizing a lot of things he'd wanted and never admitted to himself in this moment.
He looked down at Zuko, brushing his bangs off his sweaty forehead and letting his hand drift down to cup over his scar. Zuko made one of those soft, needy sound again, leaning into the touch.
“Take care of me, princess,” Sokka commanded softly. Zuko's eyes lit up at the teasing nickname turned into a genuine endearment.
Spirits, why is he so adora -
Sokka's mind went blank at the first suck, and holy shit, was he sure it wasn't going to start working again any fucking time soon.
Zuko's tongue was pure sin, curling and licking against sensitive spots Sokka didn't even know he had, his throat bobbing and contracting tighter and tighter and holy shit -
Sokka groaned, cumming down Zuko's throat way too fast, his embarrassment disappearing the same way all other functional thought had as Zuko hummed with glee and swallowed every drop.
Sokka immediately started going soft in his mouth and pulled out, panting and red in the face.
“Fuck I didn't mean - look it's been awhile, okay -”
Aang stopped snickering at him to raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to stop?”
Zuko was licking at his soft, oversensitive cock, nosing past it to do the same to his balls. Sokka took a second to remember that he was actually supposed to answer when he was asked a question.
“Well, I wouldn't, but this fucking thing has a mind of its’ own, clearl- holy fucking spirits -”
Sokka's dicked swelled even harder than before, pain shooting through it at the aching, oversensitive need that shot through it as his tip leaked with new pre.
Zuko made an ecstatic sound and swallowed Sokka straight back down his throat, making him shout and yank on his hair. Zuko just moaned. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sokka managed to make a note of that.
He looked at Aang in disbelief, struggling through the pudding his brain had turned into to voice what he knew had just happened. “Dude. Did you just bloodbend my dick?”
Aang smiled at him, grinding his hips in slow circles against Zuko's bruised ass. “Don't tell Katara.”
Sokka was going to kill this little shit. Murder. Straight, out-right, send him to jail and have Toph bail him out murder.
Before he could commit his very justified act of homicide, Aang was pulling Zuko off his cock, making him whine in protest and Sokka gasp at the sudden cold air. Fuck, he knew firebenders ran hot, but the heat inside Zuko was just stupid.
“You've been so good again, love,” Aang kissed all over Zuko’s shoulder, up his neck and over his cheek then down again, following the same loop over and over as he readjusted them.
Aang laid on his back, tipping Zuko with him so he was braced on both palms on either side of Aang’s ribs. He whimpered, obviously from the way Aang’s throbbing cock was pulling too tight against his hole, stretching the puffy, abused rim wider than it needed to be to fit him inside.
“Don't you think we should reward him for being so good, Sokka?”
For someone whose brain had turned to soup, Sokka figured out what Aang meant impressively quick.
“Dude, I'm not going to break him!”
“He can take it.” Aang’s voice was strained for the first time, the new angle visibly driving him dangerously close to the edge he'd been so masterfully avoiding. “He wants to. We both do. You have no idea how many times we've talked about him taking both of us - fuck, Sokka, you have no idea how bad I've wanted to feel your cock fuck him open right up against mine -”
Sokka’s brain short-circuited for about the ten-millionth time at the absolute vulgar desperation pouring out of Aang, the perfect Airbender Monk’s voice, blending with the way Zuko was making those perfect little whimpers he couldn’t seem to stop from falling past his kiss-swollen lips; Aang’s knuckles had gone white over Zuko’s hips and Zuko was reaching for him with those cute grabby hands again and well -
How was Sokka going to argue with any of that?
He crawled forward, still hesitating despite the need in his own core as he lined up next to Aang’s cock.
“Are you both - I mean, are you sure we can - spirits, Aang, fucking - fuck -”
Sokka's body shot forward, a deep pull rushing through his veins as his cock was plunged all the way into Zuko's ass without him moving an inch himself.
“Taking too long,” Aang mumbled, finally losing control. He started thrusting up into Zuko again, the rough, slick glide of his cock against Sokka's distracting him from the fact Aang had just used bloodbending to shove his dick into their best friend.
Zuko's mouth dropped open in a silent scream, the sparkling haze in his eyes taking over completely. Aang flicked his wrist again and Sokka's body started moving with his, pulling out just slightly off rhythm so neither of them ever fully pulled out.
If Zuko’s mouth had been fire, his ass was a pure inferno, the heat of it making it feel like all three of their bodies were melting together in perfect harmony.
Aang groaned, each snap of his hips getting sharper, harsher, his wrist continuing to get Sokka to match his movements.
The total loss of control over his body should've terrified him. Pissed him off for sure.
Instead, it made everything better.
He didn't have to think. He didn't have to take control, to worry about the other's pleasure to the point his anxiety got the best of him.
Suki had always been impossible to please. He'd always thought he was the problem, had given up trying to please anyone after she left.
But the way Aang was groaning, the way Zuko's body was all but limp with pleasure, he didn't feel like the problem.
He felt like enough.
Just him. Just his presence. He didn't have to try.
He just had to feel it.
“Oh, fuck - fuck,” he gasped, his spine arching with how hard Aang drove him into Zuko. Aang let out a low, gritty moan that made Sokka cock throb up against him, drawing out the sound until it broke on his name.
“Spirits - Sokka!” Aang shouted as he started to pulse inside Zuko; Sokka's body locked up, frozen in place by Aang's bloodbending, trapping him against the sensation of him climaxing.
Zuko cried out his name, too, chanting it like a prayer, his voice high and barely there, completely breathless as his own cock started shooting ribbons over their bodies inside its’ tiny little cage despite not being able to fully harden. “Sok - Sokka, Sokka, Sokka -”
Sokka's own cock burst inside Zuko, the tightening of his walls, the feeling of Aang’s cum filling Zuko up against him, the own overwhelming, intimate ache rushing through his body too much to resist.
He came, and he came.
And he came, and came -
And -
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, why couldn't he stop -
“Good boys,” Aang groaned. Sokka saw his wrist still moving through the blurriness in his vision. His whole body was shaking. His entire front was coated in Zuko’s cum, still pouring from his trapped cock.
Oh.
OH.
“Aang, you -”
Sokka couldn't get the realization out; another pulsing wave of his orgasm overtook him, collapsing him forward against Zuko.
Zuko sobbed, his arms going around Sokka’s shoulders where he'd held him before, fully biting him this time on his pulse as he held on for dear life through their shared, forced, unending climax.
Aang was bloodbending his own cock to keep climaxing too, their cum pouring out of Zuko now, too much of it for him to hold inside even plugged up with them both.
“Aang can't - can't take - can't, anymore -” Sokka didn't recognize his own voice. He didn't recognize himself.
“Yes you can,” Aang murmured. He thrust once; Zuko and Sokka went boneless together, propped up by each other at the sudden rough drag against their overstimulated nerves. “For me, you can. Both of you, so good for me.”
Sokka’s mind started to go as blurry as his vision, a fog taking over him that felt suspiciously close to the way it looked in Zuko’s eyes.
Not quite there, but so, so close, he almost wished he'd tip the final inch over.
Neither of them could do anything. Both of them, completely at the mercy of the most powerful man in the world, their best friend, could only keep cumming.
Time stopped existing. Reality stopped meaning anything. There was only their bodies and the way they'd been tied together, the constant pulsing ache in their balls, the never-ending throb of their cocks against each other, the way they screamed and sobbed and writhed at the pleasure as it turned to torture, then back into pleasure again.
Sokka wasn't even sure when it did stop. It felt like he blinked, one moment still moaning and filling Zuko up, listening to him and Aang moan his name like he'd never heard it before, full of a care that made him feel like he was bleeding and desire that made him cum even harder;
And the next he was wrapped in warm, soft clean blankets, Zuko curled up on his chest and making new, softer, satisfied, exhausted little noises, Aang on Zuko’s other side.
Aang’s hand reached across Zuko’s body, had already laced its’ fingers through Sokka’s, and the next moment after that, Sokka knew dreamless, peaceful sleep.
•••••
When Sokka woke up the next morning, Zuko wasn't there.
His panic was immediately quelled when he saw the steam coming from behind the curtain of the private bath chambers.
His whole body relaxed - right into the hard muscles and soft lines of the other body he'd fallen asleep next to.
He went rigid. Aang instantly noticed.
Aang started to pull away. Sokka’s arms shot out, wrapping around his midsection to keep him there. Pure instinct. Pure desperation.
“Can you finish that explanation, buddy?” Sokka asked quietly. It took him three tries to swallow past the lump in his throat, but he did it.
Aang sighed, the relief in it mixing with something heavy that had Sokka’s arms tightening. His fingers started to drift through Sokka’s hair. His eyes slipped shut unbidden at the sensation.
It was nice. Nobody had ever…
“You know, Toph wants you too,” Aang eventually said. Sokka’s head whipped up, already sputtering.
“Excuse me -”
Aang laughed; that soft, quiet laugh that made Sokka’s throat go dry and swell up at the same time.
“Man, she's had a crush on you since we were kids… I have too, honestly,” he admitted. Sokka’s jaw dropped, his mind swimming in disbelief and a thousand painfully obvious signs he'd missed.
He suddenly realized his head was right up against Aang’s heartbeat. He blushed, moving to pull away, but Aang was the one to stop him this time.
His arms cinched, unmoveable around Sokka’s shoulders. Sokka slowly melted back into the steady, slow rhythm of the pulse beneath his ear, listening to the rumble of Aang’s voice as he kept talking.
“Zuko's feelings came a bit later, obviously." They both snorted at that.
Yeah, no surprise.
“But you never… with Suki… and after she left you just…”
The words weren't coming to Aang as easily as they had the night before. It hurt something in Sokka, to hear him so unsure, to understand what he was trying to say anyway and knowing he was the one who'd caused that pain.
“She told me I wasn't enough,” Sokka confessed quietly. Aang went stiff beneath him. Part of Sokka wanted to stop talking, to bury the fear and pain back deep where he'd hidden it for the past three years.
The other part of him just wanted to get it out and let it go.
“She said I wasn't enough and I just… I just started to believe that meant not just to her. That I could never be enough for any of you. And I thought if I did enough work, if I help rebuilt the world and actually made a difference, maybe you all would -”
Aang grabbed him by the chin, his grip as firm as it had been on Zuko’s body the night before, and pulled him up into a wild, claiming kiss.
Sokka threw himself into it. Aang’s lips were a little more chapped than Zuko’s, a little fuller in the bottom lip. Zuko kissed with need and shyness, Aang with total abandon, like it was the one thing he was allowed to do completely free.
Both so different. Both perfect.
Both so full of the love Sokka felt like he didn't deserve until this very moment, he wasn't sure what to do with it now.
“You have always been, and will always be enough for us,” Aang said firmly, as if Sokka believing him was a demand.
Sokka ducked his head, face burning, but Aang pulled him back up again.
“You'll always be enough for me,” he promised softly. Sokka’s eyes started to water.
The curtain swished open behind them. Sokka nearly leapt out of his skin.
Zuko came out in his full firelord regalia, tilting his head, mild concern flashing across the blank expression he always wore for a day full of council meetings.
“Is everything alright?” he asked cautiously.
Gone was the needy, desperate little princess from the night before. This was Zuko the Firelord in all his glory.
And the way he still looked at Sokka with absolute worship in his eyes made him hurt.
How had he missed it before? How had he not seen it for so long?
“Suki told Sokka he wasn't good enough for anyone and that's why he's been avoiding us for three years,” Aang answered Zuko bluntly. Rage flashed across Zuko’s face, cracking his perfect royal mask down the middle. Sokka spun back around in betrayal.
“Aang, you shit -”
Blazing hot lips stole the budding tirade straight from Sokka’s breath.
He made a startled sound, suddenly pressed into the soft bed by two bodies, one cool and one overheated, taking turns kissing his lips and down his still naked body.
“I'll kill her,” Zuko muttered, dangerously close to Sokka’s bellybutton, the gentle pressure of his tongue at war with the violence in his voice. “I'll shoot lightning straight into her cunt-shaped face -”
“Zuko, less death threats, more proving her wrong,” Aang scolded. His breath over Sokka’ nipple made him shiver. Zuko scoffed at him.
“You both don't - have to - spirits -”
Sokka threw his head back with a low moan as Zuko licked a long stripe up his twitching cock. He wasn't sure how that thing was still alive after what Aang put it through the night before but yep, there it was, definitely still alive.
“We absolutely have to,” Zuko muttered.
He looked up and caught Sokka’s eyes. The glitter was back in them; not the haze of his mind slipping, but that vulnerability, that care that had Sokka’s heart clenching behind his ribs.
“I have to. I can't - you can't spend another second thinking that - that you -”
“We love you, Sokka,” Aang said simply. Zuko blushed bright red, but he didn't look away. Sokka felt like they were both staring into his soul at this point, and it was too much, too good. He didn't want them to stop. “Have for a long time, will always keep loving you… even if you don't love us back.”
“But… but please, love us back,” Zuko asked quietly. “At least give us a chance. We - I'll - I need you.”
Aang carded his fingers into Zuko’s hair as he trembled.
Sokka gaped at them both. His mind shut off the same way it had before.
“I can't lose you -”
Sokka yanked them both up and tried to kiss them at the same time.
“Love you too,” he gasped, muffled and messy and absolutely, so completely true between each kiss. “Love you - both, and - Toph, fuck, - I'm just stupid -”
Aang burst into laughter. Zuko leaned over and bit his shoulder, making him yelp.
Sokka ran his hands down their bodies, one on each of them, just to feel, to hold, to know it was all real.
He accidentally went a bit too low on Zuko, difficult to tell what ended where beneath all the silk and cotton. His eyes widened as he felt something hard jolt beneath his fingers.
Zuko screeched as Sokka flipped him on his back and yanked up his robes. His blush spread all the way down his neck as Sokka stared.
That damn cock cage was still on him.
“You know, Toph arrives today so we can all head to Republic City for the summit,” Aang mentioned casually, sliding up behind Sokka and looping his arms around his waist.
Sokka grinned down at Zuko’s bright pink face, watching his breath catch as he looked up at them both. Aang pressed a kiss against the hickeys on Sokka’s throat.
“Oh, I'll be delaying my return to the South, then. I think I owe her a conversation.”
“And you, princess, are going to be very late for your council meetings.”