Distractions (Sokka x Zuko) [COMPLETED]

Chapter Sixteen

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    Why exactly he had decided to do this was beyond him. But he'd come this far and he really wanted to... So he pulled down the Prince's pants and was faced with the stiff and alert source of Zuko's arousal.

He brushed his fingers along the shaft and Zuko's breath hitched. That reaction gave Sokka all the confidence he needed. Taking him lightly in his hands, Sokka took the head into his mouth and Zuko's knees almost buckled. He slowly began to pump the part that his mouth couldn't reach and moved his head up and down, cushioning Zuko with his tongue. The Prince whimpered and sunk more weight into the hands he had rested on Sokka's shoulders, he'd leaned forward enough that Sokka couldn't see his face when he looked up. Pleased with himself, Sokka kept at his rhythm and watched as Zuko's muscles slowly grew tenser and tenser. But then he leaned back a bit to look at Sokka and all of his breath was taken away.

    Though Zuko's expression was ravaged with pleasure, his eyes shone through the pink flush of his skin, perfectly framed by his hair. And somehow Sokka felt himself get harder. Zuko whined in what could have been annoyance when Sokka took him out of his mouth before he could finish. But he was quickly distracted by his whole body being swept from the floor and brought down to Sokka's level. Taking off his tunic, Sokka laid it out behind Zuko and lowered the Prince down onto it, his legs bent with Sokka between them. 

    Their eyes met and Zuko felt himself twitch at the look he was currently being given. He was being looked at like he was the most beautiful thing in the whole world and his stomach twisted in the best way. Because Zuko was loved. He was finally being genuinely loved for the first time in months and he shivered and was wrecked with the pleasure it gave him.

    Then Zuko looked down at Sokka's exposed chest, his eyes widening and his face somehow getting redder. Pleased with the reaction, Sokka perched himself over the Prince and smiled at the bewildered face he was making. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against his. At the contact, Zuko hummed in satisfaction, wrapping his legs around Sokka's waist and his arms around his neck. Reaching down, Sokka grasped the prince again and felt his back arch and his teeth bite down, catching Sokka's lip in the way. But he didn't mind. Instead he took his own out, begging to be tended to and leaking with pre-cum.

    Holding theirs together, Sokka roiled in the electric pleasure that coursed up his spine and through his stomach. Zuko was muffling himself by covering his mouth but Sokka could still enjoy the sound of his Prince enjoying himself. His Prince. His muscles trembled with satisfaction at the declaration and he pressed his mouth to the base of Zuko's throat and bit him softly, releasing the energy with it. Zuko's hand ran through Sokka's hair and his hips began to buck, his breath becoming more staggered and his muscles tensing up even harder. He was close. But so was Sokka.

    Reaching the peak, Sokka's restraint on his voice crumbled and he groaned into Zuko's shoulder. The Prince finished almost immediately after, his cry barely muffled by his hand. Sokka's hand pumped them through it and then he let go. Leaning back, he caught his breath and took in the sight before him.

    Zuko's skin was flushed so pink that it looked like that of a fresh peach. His chest heaved with each breath he took to catch it, his eyes glossed over but still making contact with Sokka's. Wordlessly, Sokka flopped down next to the Prince and took him into his arms. He'd clean them up in a bit but right now he'd just savour the moment.

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    He hadn't planned on going that far exactly but he had and didn't regret it. And Zuko didn't seem to either, based on how pleased his expression was as he lay his head on Sokka's chest. He wasn't even going to entertain the little voice in his head that was once again lecturing him about who Zuko was and why he shouldn't have. Who gave a fuck.

    He was here, risking his life in the Palace for their cause. So he deserved this much. As strange as reality was, he'd bonded with Zuko and grown to care for him. So he deserved that much.

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    When Sokka was packing up to leave, Zuko sat silently on his bed. It was dark out, since Sokka needed the discretion of darkness to escape without being caught. But Zuko insisted on staying with him for as long as he could. Sokka talked on and on about random things until he was done. He plopped the bag on the bed next to Zuko and put his hands on his hips with a sigh.

    "All done." He nodded, looking from the bag to Zuko. 

    "You have to go now?" Zuko fiddled with his hands.

    "Yeah, otherwise I might lose my chance and I wouldn't get there on time if I left tomorrow," Sokka shrugged. "Timing is very crucial for this."

    "Right..."

    "Hey," Sokka knelt down to look up at Zuko's sullen face. "We won't be apart for long, right?"

    "Right." Zuko smiled softly, still sad.

    "I'll see you soon, okay?" Sokka cupped his cheek.

    "Okay." Zuko held his hand against his face.

    Sokka stood up and then leaned back down to kiss Zuko. The Prince's eyes fluttered closed and when they opened again, Sokka was gone. The door open, letting the moonlight shine in from outside. 

    Lying down on the bed, Zuko stared at the ceiling. He had things to do as well. But for now... the bed smelled like Sokka. So he curled up and fell asleep.