Waterworks - Part One
Synopsis : A wrong turn leads Sokka into the Fire Lord’s private bath. Unfortunately for him, and very fortunately for the hungry, smug man who finds him there, Zuko decides his lovely ambassador looks far too good spread out in his bathhouse to leave him untouched. They decide to "unwind" in a rather demonstrative lesson.
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Pairing : Zukko x Sokka
Content : MDNI, explicit sexual 18+, adult post-canon, top!Zuko, bottom!Sokka, Fire Lord Zuko x Ambassador Sokka, bathhouse sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, stretching, penetrative sex, anal sex, smug cocky Zuko, flustered Sokka, wet and messy, edging..
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When he passed the same bronze lamp for the third time, Sokka halted in his tracks.
He should have known that, alongside his terrible sense of direction and the vague description of the bathhouse corridor, he was bound to get lost.
Why does every corridor in this god-forsaken palace look the same?
He was wandering well past the residential quarters when he finally found what looked like the pathway to Heaven.
He raised a curious brow at how well the bathhouse inner garden was kept, how perfectly lacquered the screens were, and an even more curious brow at the royal engravings along the walls.
He did not remember the foreign quarters being so grand.
But Sokka was too tired to question it. The day had scraped him raw, and he was desperate to slip out of his restraint.
He discovered he was not a man of the court. He detested, with a passion, the wooden chairs and the grand speeches the old ministers seemed so particularly fond of.
The chamber opened around him in a low haze of red light.
Tiled in marble, the walls curved into decorated alcoves, round glass lanterns flickering red shadows over the wet floor.
At the center, a long pool cut through the stone, streams of water pooling with steam while the scent of incense and faint florals lingered in the air.
Heat breathed up from it in slow waves, dampening his collar and slipping under the edge of his robes.
He undressed fast.
Clothes discarded on the floor.
Hair tie pulled loose.
One hand on the carved edge of the bath as he swiftly eased into the hot water.
He let the heat take him whole, climbing up his calves, his thighs, his hips, wrapping around him until the day softened under his skin.
Sokka sank to his chest and let his head tip back against the stone lip, eyes closing, mouth parted around a breath he had been holding since morning.
The water moved in glassy little laps against his ribs.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Sokka opened his eyes.
Zuko stood at the entrance, one hand still resting on the lacquered frame, the amber light gathering around his body in a way that made the steam look almost reverent.
His hair hung loose around his face, dark and damp at the ends, curling slightly against the line of his neck.
A towel sat low on his hips—dangerously low—the hard plane of his stomach cutting into two clean grooves that disappeared beneath the white fabric.
Sokka moved abruptly, his breath hitching in his throat.
Zuko’s eyes moved over him.
Then to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
A slow grin stretched his lips.
“Oh, would you look at that,” he said, voice low, mouth curved. “I wasn’t told to expect such delicious company.”
Zuko came closer, bare feet silent on stone, his towel shifting with each step.
Waterlight crawled over his body, catching on the hollow of his throat, the long line of his collarbones, before dipping into the lean swell of his chest.
He was all hard lines and muscle, tension pouring through the way he moved. Sokka’s eyes trailed over him before stopping at the dark line beneath his navel, then the bulge swelling under the towel.
Zuko’s smile sharpened.
“You like what you’re seeing, Ambassador?”
Sokka swallowed.
“I’m surprised, I—” He felt his face redden, his pulse frantic against his ribs. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
Zuko cocked his head.
“I’d argue the same. You can imagine my surprise when I find my lovely ambassador, who missed half of our council, sprawled in my private baths.”
“I—I can leave—”
Sokka didn’t have time to finish before Zuko’s hand went to the towel.
Two fingers at the knot, one slow pull, and the white fabric dropped to the floor, baring the Fire Lord in all his glory.
“Now where is the fun in that?”
Sokka’s mouth went dry.
Zuko stepped out of it as though modesty had never once occurred to him.
Sokka’s eyes could barely track the sheer, hulking symmetry of him before they snagged lower, on the way his weight just… settled.
He was already half-roused, thick and flushed, a pulsing vein mapping its way down the side of his shaft.
Zuko was looking at him, a slow, drunken sort of smirk pulling at his mouth.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked as he stepped into the pool, the water rising to his thighs.
He moved closer without hurry, one hand skimming the surface as though the whole room belonged to him.
And it did.
He settled into the heat beside him, their shoulders nearly brushing.
Sokka cleared his throat, staring straight ahead at the steam, not daring to meet his eyes.
“S-so… how was your day?” he asked, the words awkwardly stumbling out of him.
Zuko let out a soft, huffed laugh.
“Tedious,” he murmured, eyes never leaving Sokka’s profile. “Yours?”
“Tedious as well,” Sokka answered quietly, his hands playing with the water, soft ripples circling him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Nothing but the sound of a limb here and a breath there disturbed the silence.
Steam gathered between their faces. The red lanterns made the water gleam around their chests.
Suddenly, Zuko shifted.
The water churned as he moved in front of him. He stopped between Sokka’s parted knees, hands finding the stone edge on either side of him.
Sokka found his back pressed against the warm lip of the bath.
Zuko leaned in, red light glowing along the wet slope of his shoulders.
“I know a way we can both unwind,” he whispered.
Sokka’s breath caught.
“And… what would that be?”
Zuko’s eyes flickered.
“Mmh. It’s rather demonstrative.”
Before Sokka could process the words, Zuko’s hands slipped beneath the water and caught him by the backs of his knees, forcing them apart.
Sokka jolted as Zuko pulled him forward, dragging him until his legs opened around Zuko’s waist.
The sudden contact of his thighs pressed against him made Sokka gasp.
“Zuko—I’m naked! ” he hissed, one hand flying up to push against Zuko’s shoulder.
The man’s eyes dropped, unhurried, over Sokka’s frame, his rising chest, his stomach beneath the clear water.
“Oh, I’m aware.” Zuko’s gaze continued lower, dipping past Sokka’s navel to the—rather hard—evidence of his turmoil, his length taut and bobbing slightly beneath the steam.
“All for me?” he grinned. “How sweet.”
Sokka shuddered, torn between escaping his grasp and easing into it.
He felt his tan skin flush a deeper shade of red and decided against his better judgment, or perhaps surrendered on instinct, to Zuko’s embrace.
“You’re impossible.”
Zuko laughed, pulling him further into his arms, Sokka’s legs closing around him. “Come here.”
Sokka did not know which of them moved first. Only that his mouth was suddenly close to Zuko’s, his hands sliding up Sokka’s side, over his ribs, past his chest, grasping at his throat before two fingers tipped his chin up.
Zuko’s voice dropped.
“How about you entertain your Fire Lord?”
Sokka gave a shaky laugh, eyes gleaming defiantly. “Is that an order?”
“Oh, absolutely. From the utmost authority.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Your Majesty.”
The man did not need to be told twice.
Zuko’s fingers slid into his wet hair and pulled him into a kiss.
It came open-mouthed and hot, tongue pressing past Sokka’s lips as the water rocked hard around their bodies.
He felt as though his very breath had been claimed, Zuko’s tongue sweeping inside his mouth, heavy and demanding, unspooling every thought, stealing every gasp until he was nothing but nerves and frantic hands.
Sokka’s palms climbed over his shoulders, desperate to hold the flesh, slipping once over wet skin.
The first drag of Zuko’s body against his made Sokka gasp into his mouth. Zuko took the sound deeper, drinking him in, one hand cupping the back of his neck, the other moving down his spine to the curve of his bottom, settling him over his lap.
Sokka’s legs tightened around Zuko’s waist, chest heaving against his.
Zuko’s mouth left his only to travel lower, tracing his jaw before burying itself in the crook of Sokka’s neck, teeth grazing the skin, pulling at it.
The room blurred red and gold around them. Sokka felt his mind go blank.
“You have no idea how much I want you, do you?” Zuko rasped. “How much I wanted your pretty little ass bent over my desk all fucking morning.”
Sokka’s head rolled back against his shoulder, moans spilling out of him as Zuko pressed against him, making him feel the hard length of his throbbing shaft.
The man wanted to devour him.
In one swift motion, Zuko dragged his ass down into his grip, the rim of him fluttering around the first press, nudging where Sokka was already trembling for him.
Zuko’s fingers spread him with shameless patience, stretching him open.
“Zuko—nngh—wait.”
His thumb pressed in first, slow and mean, easing him wider around the slick heat until Sokka’s thighs shook against the water.
One finger quickly followed, then another, eating at him, probing him one long digit at a time.
Zuko’s mouth brushed his ear.
“Open up for me, baby.”
Then Zuko lined himself up-heavy and insistent-letting the swollen head of his cock catch there.
Sokka’s whole body seized as Zuko lowered him down, entering him.
“That’s right-t, eat me up.” Zuko’s voice frayed. “F-fuck, Sokka, you’re taking me so well.”
The words made Sokka tighten around him.
Zuko pressed closer, and Sokka’s whole body curved around the blunt nudge of his length.
His fingers slipped against the wet stone before Zuko’s hand caught them and propped them up on his shoulders.
He leaned in, his breath licking Sokka’s earlobe, hot and dangerously low.“Careful now, darling.”
Zuko’s cock pressed into him mercilessly, stretching his slick walls before ramming back in again, filling him even further, inch by inch.
Sokka gripped his shoulders, nails digging into rigid muscle, mouth open into one delicious O.
“A-ah, oh god, Zuko—nghh.”
Zuko’s hips snapped in, then slowed into a heavy roll, grinding into him. “There?”
Sokka’s eyes fluttered. “Fuck, yes.”
Zuko’s mouth curved against his cheek as he steadied him with one hand at his waist, moving him up and down with a maddening rhythm.
“Look at you,” he breathed, voice rougher. “You’re already shaking, Ambassador.”
When Sokka opened his mouth to answer, Zuko pushed forward, thrusting into him, stealing the words clean out of his mouth in a choked whimper.
He worked him slowly at first, like he wanted to memorize the shape of him, before hastening the pace, the sounds of their joined bodies echoing on the walls.
Sokka felt every inch of him open space where there had been none, his whole body surrendering to the dizzying heat and the man eating him. And god, the man was hungry.
Every roll of his hips fed him open, wider-madder.
His nails scraped down Zuko’s shoulders to the wings of his back, mouth falling against the side of the man’s neck, open and useless, all sobs and soft whines.
Zuko’s cock breached him, thick and slick, forcing him to stretch around the hard pulse of him. Every vein, every heavy inch, every roll of Zuko’s hips made him gasp against his wet skin, pushing him further to the edge.
“You’re doing so well.”
His hips pressed in deeper as he grabbed Sokka’s dazed face, forcing him to look where they were deeply joined. “Look.”
Sokka’s eyes darted to that place.
All flushed and glossy, gaping around Zuko’s engorged length buried deep within him.
His own cock was hard against Zuko’s stomach, soaked and threatening to leak at every languid stroke.
“Ah—f-fuck, don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dare to, Ambassador.”
Zuko’s pupils had blown wide, his scar flushed darker from steam and want, strands of hair clinging to his forehead, a boyish grin on his lips.
His hand went down to touch Sokka’s red tip and began languorously stroking him, his thumb focused on the knob before slowly dragging down its ridge.
His eyes did not leave Sokka’s as he drank him in, brows creasing, the edge of his mouth quivering with pooling pleasure.
“Feel that?” Zuko murmured against the shell of his ear. “Feel how hard you are for me?”
Sokka could have gone mad with the stimulation. Zuko’s hips pressed him deep from behind, his hand mirroring his pace.
Every stroke sent heat up through his stomach, his head tipping back, his whole body jerking forward.
Sokka moaned his name, pleading.
“Zuko—I’m so close—ahhh…”
“Say my name.”
“Z-Zuko.”
His mouth curved against Sokka’s ear.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”
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Hello my loves 💖💖!!
I wrote this at work XD. I didn't even have time to finish it properly ( hence the part one) because I kept being INTERRUPTED every damn second and everytime someone walked I slammed my laptop shut ( I'm actually ashamed I write these on my Google notes).
I cannot hide my emotions for the life of me 😭😭😭.
But let me tell you, mama absolutely enjoyed herself writing these.
Also, I’m very new to tagging, so writing the content warnings felt somehow more awkward than writing the actual smut. Indulge me 😭😭
( me every time I'd imagine Sokka bent over and f-)
Anyways, see you at the next one 😈
Bisous!!!! 💖💖💖
