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Sokka knew that being dragged to this party wasn’t on this Thursday night bingo card. But after a long weekend, and for some reason his friends were being insistent on him coming so, here he is. Here he is in a frat house he doesn’t even remember the name of, he was just following his friends inside.
Toph swore that they would be near each other all night. Yet when Sokka realizes his hand has let go of Toph, he spirals, worrying for a second about his friend before he turns his head and his eyes narrowed at the sight of Toph already making out with another girl.
Typical.
Then when he tries to find his other friends, Sokka realizes that they’re practically nowhere to be found. Great. So now he’s just standing in the middle of this frat party looking all awkward. He pushes through the crowd, going to grab a Twisted Tea, because God forbid he’s fully sober at this thing.
Did he already have two shots at the pre-game? Yes, but clearly that’s not helping him right now. Sokka sips slowly, before he cringes at the flavor, it’s not even that good. But, he needs the alcohol, so he tries to drink more of the cherry-flavored drink.
That’s when his head turns around, and begins to look. He’s out for God sake. Find a girl to dance with, or something. As he looks around, his eyes land on one.
The thing about Sokka is that, he has a type. He likes girls who carry themselves well, who look like they stand on business. And this girl? She looks exactly that. Her outfit is — great. A simple red drop shoulder top, with some shorts that can show just the right about of skin. Not to mention, her thighs are also pretty nice.
Her long black hair was up in a pretty way too, with stands that Sokka can see are probably down on each side of her face. The last thing that sold Sokka, was her side profile. She has pretty lips.
So he’s sold, definitely sold as he pushes through the crowd, “Excuse me, shit, sorry,” Sokka says as he almost spills his drink, fighting for his life to get across to this girl.
Okay, time to lock in. Sokka’s never had problems flirting with girls at parties before. His expression is filled with determination as he finally approaches.
“Hey, what’s a pretty girl like you doing standing here all alone?”
And then the girl turned around, and Sokka’s eyes widened when it quickly registers in him that he just called someone a girl when they are definitely not a girl. Not a girl.
Definitely not a girl. That fact was daunting on Sokka as he realizes this is another guy who just turned around and is now looking at him, just as confused as Sokka is, because his brain is short-circuiting.
The guy was definitely— he looked— fuck, he’s waiting for Sokka to say something.
“Oh, hey.” He forces himself to say.
“…Hi,” The stranger says, tilting his head, “You called me a pretty girl.” He says, his tone Sokka cannot read. Flat and amused at once?
Sokka feels his mouth go dry, “Yeah, so that’s funny.. I.. from behind, you looked, I don’t know I think it was the hair.. but— maybe I’m just.. stupid — uh, fuck. Sorry about that.”
“I’m not a girl.”
“I see that now,” Sokka says, his voice a little confused himself. He doesn’t know why. He’s never had— what’s this feeling in his chest?!
Sokka wants to apologize again, and just run away. Grab Toph from wherever she’s holding that other girl up and run away from this frat. But when he opens his mouth the first thing he says is:
“I mean. It wasn’t inaccurate.”
The guy just stared back at him.
“The pretty part.” Sokka clarifies, and for some reason when the guy smirks slightly at him out of amusement, he blushes. God he’s never blushed for another man before what is going on with him?! “Just, the girl part I take back, duh because.. you know but.. the pretty part. I’ll stick with that.”
Something shifted in the other guy’s eyes, those pretty gold eyes. “Are you going to keep stuttering all over yourself, or can I learn your name?” He says over the music.
Sokka’s brain is short circuiting again. “Sokka.”
“Huh?”
Sokka leans closer enough to say it. “Sokka, my name.”
“Hi Sokka, I’m Zuko.” Zuko says, looking at him as if he’s deciding. Deciding what, Sokka doesn’t know. All he knows is that at first he was terrified, petrified and now he’s nervous. “You always hit on random people at parties?”
“Usually girls when they look like you.”
A pause, “That— came out wrong. I just mean.. you look like my type.”
“Oh?” Zuko turns his head sideways before back at Sokka, smiling. “That’s interesting, because you look like my type too.”
“I— uhhhh..”
Sokka’s mouth falls open, and Zuko lets out a small laugh that makes his chest swell even more. He never thought being complimented by a pretty guy— who he thinks.. may be pretty— would make him blush so hard?!
“You’re new to this.”
“Not really.”
“You know what I mean.”
Sokka pauses before he nods, which leaves Zuko still having a small smile on his face that makes him feel like his cheeks are tightening up with color on his face. Thank God for the lighting in here. “It’s my first time accidentally calling a guy a pretty girl, I hope it’s the last.”
“You’re funny.”
“Wow,” Sokka laughs nervously, “But you are, pretty.”
“And you are handsome,”
“I think my brain is melting..”
When Sokka realizes he’s said that out loud, he closes his mouth, blue eyes wide as he looks into Zuko’s golden ones. “You think?”
“I’m going to tell you something crazy.”
“I’m listening,” Zuko replies.
“Up until now I only thought I was into girls.”
Ohhhh. Zuko nods slowly, “I kinda assumed but I didn’t want to make it awkward,” He replies.
“Yeah but I’m like.. I don’t know. I don’t know if this — I had two shots,” Sokka holds up two fingers which makes Zuko raise his eyebrow, amused. “But.. I don’t know why I’m saying.. that I’m pretty much sober — anyways.. I’m ninety percent sure. That maybe I.. also— could find guys attractive.”
“Any kind of guy?”
“No, guys like you.”
“Do you need help figuring that out?”
Holy shit holy shit holy fuck. “I— maybe, if that’s okay if you, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I can figure myself out by myself. Maybe I just, go back and.. look up guys kissing on YouTube..”
“Baha,” Zuko laughs, “Sokka. It’s fine. I said I found you attractive, didn’t I?”
“… You did.”
Zuko steps closer, “You’re handsome,” He says, repeating the same thing from before. His lips are closer—
“You’re pretty,” Sokka replies, voice shaky before Zuko smiles again in response. “And I mean it—”
“Come here.”
When Zuko says that, he grabs the back of Sokka’s head which makes his heart do a flip. He’s pulling his head closer and then Zuko’s lips are on Sokka’s and at first his mouth was wide open in shock before they closed and started to melt in between Zuko’s own lips moving.
The kiss wasn’t intense at all, not what Sokka is used to at a party. It was soft, and slow, and Zuko seems to be savoring his lips and Sokka meets back. Their eyes are closed and Sokka’s hands are holding Zuko by his hips to hold him closer.
Sokka could get lost in kissing this pretty guy. He feels dizzy but in the best way, and he can slightly taste the remnants of alcohol on Zuko’s tongue as the kiss gets deeper. This is turning into a full on make out session and then Zuko’s hips rolled forward to give Sokka a grind, and Sokka’s heart reacts.
And his crotch.
Although Sokka wants to keep kissing Zuko, they both pull away after another minute for air. When Sokka sees that trail of saliva still connecting their mouths, he’s practically panting.
“And?” Zuko asks, arms around Sokka’s neck now. Sokka’s hands are still on Zuko’s hips.
Sokka blinks, before he nods his head in a quick manner that says yes I like please kiss me again. Zuko laughs at the way Sokka is leaning in quickly again as they kiss for a few more extra seconds.
When Sokka pulls away this time, he’s even more sure than before. “I think I’m bisexual.” He blurts out, a mixture of the truth and the alcohol mixing at once.
“That’s nice, Sokka.” Sokka likes the way Zuko says his name. “I think I’m pretty gay.”
“Do you want to get out of here?” Sokka asks quickly, with Zuko nodding. He grabs at Zuko’s hand protectively as he begins to guide him out.
As they walk out, Sokka is clear on getting Zuko back to his place. But Zuko quickly jerks his hand in the other direction, and Sokka likes that so much, he just follows Zuko.
“We’re going to my place.”
“Okay.” Sokka doesn’t fight it.
Zuko could walk him like a dog and Sokka realizes that he would love that. It’s a quick fifteen minute walk, enough for Sokka to wrap his arm around Zuko’s waist to make sure he doesn’t fall. This off shoulder top is killing him. The hair is too.
As they stumble into Zuko’s apartment, a beautiful one, Sokka gawks. “This is nice,”
“Thanks,”
“You live alone?”
“Mm-hm.”
Quickly, Zuko is against the wall of his door as it closes. Sokka’s strong, lifting him up with Zuko’s legs going to wrap at Sokka’s middle. They’re kissing again, this time Sokka more determined than before as they move from the wall, to Zuko’s room.
As Sokka realizes this is getting more real by the second, he realizes he’s getting nervous again. So Zuko sits up, with Sokka next to him on the bed.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Zuko reassures, holding Sokka’s face to make the other man look at him. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“No, I.. I really want to,” Sokka says, his voice a mixture of nerves and need, “I just never.. I don’t know, I've never done anything with a guy, I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
“You won’t,” Zuko says, and that’s when he moves to sit on Sokka’s lap. It sends an electric jolt of pleasure through Sokka, his hands instinctively on Zuko’s waist again. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” Sokka says, voice raspy. “I just want to make you feel good.” Zuko bites his lower lip, in a way that turns Sokka on so much, it’s embarrassing. So he’s a service kind of guy.
“You are.” Zuko says, leaning down to kiss and suck at Sokka’s neck. He bites down, getting a gasp from the other man as he feels Sokka press his body closer. Then, he moves his hips, grinding down to make Sokka moan.
So Zuko decides that’s the move for now. He keeps grinding his hips down, slowly but surely. He’s glad he decided to put on some tinted lip balm, because when he pulls away and sees a few kiss marks on Sokka’s skin, he almost goes feral right then and there.
“You’re so hot,” Zuko says, his own voice raspy now as he keeps doing it. Keeps kissing all over Sokka’s neck, his cheek, down on his collar. And Sokka likes it. He likes Zuko marking him up, clearly trying to claim him as his for the night. “Grind back up into me.”
Sokka doesn’t have to be told twice, obeying right away. He lets out a needy gasp as their hips rock back and forth together, the friction in between their clothes as they begin to kiss again driving him insane.
Zuko is clearly enjoying how obedient Sokka is. “You want to take off my clothes?” He asks in a soft but seductive manner as Sokka nods quickly.
“Go ahead,” Zuko guides, letting Sokka’s hands roll under his shirt and then over his shoulder, and then Zuko guides Sokka’s hands to lay Zuko down on his back. Sokka hovers over now, blushing as Zuko scales his hands over Sokka’s shirt and lifts it up and over his head.
“I don’t know what to do now.” Sokka says awkwardly, before pausing. That’s embarrassing to say out loud. Sokka always knows what to do, when it comes to girls. He’s always taken lead, and always been able to be quick with it— not pausing, not anything.
“You do, you just don’t know it yet.” Zuko reassures. Sokka doesn’t know how he was blessed to run into this guy at that dumb frat house— but thank God. “What do you do with girls?”
“I, uh,” Sokka blinks, before leaning down to kiss Zuko slowly again, hands now roaming and massaging at his bare sides which makes Zuko moan into his mouth. His hands trail up, around Zuko’s chest, his arms, squeezing and touching anything he can grab at.
Oh. Sokka thinks to himself, I do know how to do this.
“That’s good,” Zuko moans into Sokka’s mouth, hands in Sokka’s hair again as they grind against each other. Sokka’s hands then trail lower to the waistband of Zuko’s shorts, and before he knows it both of them are fumbling for their boxers to come off. “Still okay?”
Holy shit.
Zuko is so beautiful. “Yeah, I just— God, I want you so bad.” Sokka breathes.
Zuko remembers how Sokka listened to him right away when he dragged him into the direction of his apartment. So he tests the waters again.
“Okay, get comfortable against the headboard. I want to ride you.”
Sokka’s blue eyes widened as he was quick to shift, Zuko going back to Sokka’s lap, their hard cocks grinding against each other and leaking pre. “Holy shit,” Sokka pants.
Zuko smirks, “Good boy.” Quick and obedient. Zuko likes.
When Sokka’s cock leaks more pre at the praise, Zuko grinds his cock more against his. He reaches towards his bedside drawer, grabbing the lube. He doesn’t need to be prepped and even if he did, he doesn’t think he cares about that right now.
As Zuko strikes Sokka’s cock to lube him up, Sokka rests his head against the headboard. Groaning as Zuko slowly teases his own hole as his hips raise.
That’s when it registers in Sokka that this is happening— and Zuko’s sinking down on him and Sokka’s never felt more alive. “Oh fuck,”
Zuko lets out a soft moan himself, Sokka’s thick. He’s thick, and big— and Zuko thinks he could cum all over Sokka’s abs just by sitting all the way down on his cock.
Catching his breath, Zuko is quick to move his hips. Sokka moans, his hands going to Zuko’s hips.
The way Zuko sways his hips and moves his head back slightly is driving Sokka insane. He doesn’t think he’s going to last long—
“Fuck, fuck,”
“You feel so good,” Zuko moans, his hips moving in ways Sokka didn’t even know was possible. He’s had — girls ride him before, but this was life altering.
The pleasure building inside of him— “Yeah? Does that feel good?” Sokka pants, hands holding Zuko’s chest as Zuko bounces faster, moaning louder.
“Y..yeah, Sokka oh God, you feel so good, making me feel so good,”
Sokka loves the way Zuko moans his name, like a soft prayer or a soft song. He loves it so much, he doesn’t know what comes over him.
He grabs at Zuko’s sides, and he begins to thrust up into Zuko’s movements, which makes the other man exclaim in a way he’s never heard.
“Yes, Sokka!”
Sokka bites his lower lip, continuing his thrusts to keep servicing Zuko from below. Zuko bounces back fervently, his cock bouncing up and down and leaking pre all over Sokka’s abs.
“Oh God,” Sokka gasps, looking up at the pretty — guy riding him, bouncing back down on Sokka’s upward thrusts. “Zuko—”
“Yes, Sokka oh, don’t stop,” Zuko pleads, gasping, “You’re making me feel so good— don’t stop..” He whimpers, and Sokka responds with five, deep and hard thrusts up into Zuko’s body.
That hits Zuko’s prostate dead on, making him cry out. “Yeah, right there— fuck— fuck, yes,” He moans over and over as Sokka thrusts up in that exact angle, right against Zuko’s prostate over, and over again.
“Fuck I’m— fuck I—” Sokka can’t say it. He’s so close, and Zuko knows. Sokka’s cock is twitching and throbbing against his walls and Zuko’s also got this tight— feeling in his lower stomach.
“Oh, Sokka, you're going to make me come..”
At that, Zuko feels Sokka pull him down on his lap faster. Neither of them was going to last for so long, but as Sokka feels his orgasm build up, it builds in a way he’s never felt before.
He groans as he feels Zuko clench around him, watching Zuko’s face contort in pleasure as his eyes slightly roll back, and cum begins to fall onto his abs. “God yes, yes Sokka,”
Sokka follows suit, fucking up into Zuko until he erupts himself with a loud moan. He pants, breathing heavily as Zuko stills, although Sokka is still buried inside of him. Pulsing.
Zuko lifts his hips up and away, grabbing a towel from the same drawer to clean himself up. Sokka blinks, as Zuko turns back to him.
He probably looks a mess, and he does. He’s got kiss marks all over him, his tan skin is definitely flushed red.
“I—”
“Mhm?”
“God that was amazing,” Sokka breaths as Zuko lays down next to him, both of them still catching their breath. “You’re—”
“Mm?”
“You’re really pretty.”
“You keep saying that,” Zuko replies, with Sokka blinking at him. “And I like it.”
Sokka smiles nervously, having Zuko in a close domestic manner now makes his heart thud again. His heart is thudding a lot.
“Can I get your number?” Sokka asks, making sure not to waste a second. Zuko nods, sitting up as they get themselves decent. Once they’re both— kind of clothed, Zuko takes Sokka’s phone when it’s handed to him.
“I’m putting it as pretty boy.” Zuko says with a sly smile, typing before handing the phone back to Sokka.
Sokka blushes, before he looks down and texts a quick hello to Zuko’s phone. “What about my contact?” He asks teasingly.
“Mm.. handsome.”
“Yes,” Sokka cheers under his breath. Another kiss, and then they’re out. Lots of firsts for Sokka.
First time finding a guy attractive. First time kissing a guy. First time with a guy.
Hopefully by next week it’ll be his first date with a guy.