zukka, bitches! (oneshots)

sofa *smut*

"Don't ruin the sofa." 

"I'll just have to come inside you then."

in which our two boys want to make love, but are too lazy to get to the bedroom to do so. 

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every friday night, zuko and sokka would order chinese takeout and watch crime shows. currently, tonight's pick was a documentary on a serial killer in the late 1800's (h.h. holmes, if you wanted specifics). this kind of stuff absolutely fascinated sokka, and zuko was just happy to be doing something his boyfriend enjoyed. he'd admit that it was starting to grow on him as well. 

this friday night, however, they were much more focused on doing other things. each other, specifically. 

"mmph.. sokka," zuko moaned, his hands having found purchase in his boyfriend's hair as the other kissed and nipped along his collar bone. sokka's hands had found their own purchase on zuko's ass, much too eager and excited. the documentary could wait for another day. 

zuko moved to remove his shirt, sokka doing the same with his own. they quickly joined together again, this time kissing each other deeply. "pants?" sokka muttered, briefly pulling away from the kiss. zuko hummed in affirmative response, the other boy moving all too quickly after. sokka pulled down zuko's pants, then his underwear, again placing his hands on zuko's ass, now bare. 

"s'not fair that i'm the only one fully naked, here," zuko teased, hands now on sokka's hips, eager to have his boyfriend be in the same state as himself. 

"patience is a virtue, kitten," sokka hummed, kissing the light bite marks he had left on his lover's skin. 

"patience, my ass," zuko scoffed, though lighthearted, "take off the damn pants." 

"want your ass," sokka mumbled against zuko's skin, the ticklish feeling making said boy shudder. as if to emphasize his point, sokka squeezed zuko's asscheeks, a quite undignifying squeak coming from the other. 

"you always do," zuko replied, regaining composure, "just like how i wanna have your cock right now."

"those hints aren't too subtle, sunshine," sokka chuckled, complying anyway. he moved zuko off of his lap, shucking off his pants and underwear. zuko held back a moan at seeing his boyfriend like this, instead settling for a low whistle. 

"looking good," zuko said, almost dashing back to sit on sokka's lap as the other sat back down. 

"feeling good," sokka responded, grinning widely. he took ahold of zuko's dick and began to stroke, the other moaning shakily in response. zuko grabbed sokka's dick and starting stroking as well, slow and sure, then quickly speeding up. 

"easy to please, hmm?" zuko teased, laughing quietly, "everything i do just that good?"

"yeah, yeah," sokka breathed, "'cause it's you. you and your damn magic hands.. mmm.. n' magic mouth.." 

"maybe some other time, sweetheart," zuko assured, cutting himself off with a moan as sokka squeezed his dick especially hard. 

"gonna come," sokka mumbled, almost a whine. 

"don't ruin the sofa," zuko said in response, lightening up his strokes, back to the slow and steady pace. sokka whined in complaint. 

"who cares about the damn sofa?" sokka moaned, thrusting his hips upward in a poor attempt at getting zuko to speed up. 

"i care about the damn sofa," zuko said, "it's the first nice thing i've bought living on my own, and i'm not ruining it now. why don't we move to the bedroom?"