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Zuko, delirious with a lack of sleep and filled with the memory of Sokka’s laughter and Suki’s arms around his shoulders, bought a lingerie set.

He bought a black, lacy thing like he had any idea of the size he wore, and immediately regretted it when he finished the order.

It came quickly, in a way, way too obvious package. Luckily, Zuko intercepted it before Mai could see it, locking himself in his bedroom as soon as he came home. He stayed there for a while, standing with the box in hand, unmoving. When he'd finally shrugged off his coat, he sat on his bed and opened it, slowly.

He put it on. It was a little tight, his ribcage a bit compressed and his balls barely hanging in there. Still, it wasn’t unbearable, and he liked the way it looked on his skin. He was worried he’d hate it, but when he looked into the mirror…

His stomach swooped with that joy again, and he spent long minutes looking at himself. This self-love was new, and a little scary, but it felt good. His therapist said it was an important step in his healing journey. Zuko secretly thought that he did deserve some self-love, after being told that he was inherently bad for the first two decades of his life.

It wasn’t like he was really planning on using it with other people. This part of himself was so new, he didn’t think he could let any stranger see it yet. Maybe one day he’d dare, but for now it was just for himself to feel.

He’d been attracted to Suki and Sokka for almost as long as they’d known each other. They were friends first, and he knew they were dating but- he’d heard them talk about other people, too, and although they had never said it out loud he was pretty sure they were some kind of polyamorous.

Still, he had never thought that his attraction might be reciprocated.

One day, only a couple of weeks after he’d bought the lingerie set, his phone pinged with a notification. He put his fork down to unlock it, ignoring Mai's sigh (they hated phones at the table).

Sokka added you to a group chat

Sokka added Suki

Sokka : heeeeey 👋🏾 howare you doing buddy

Zuko : I’m fine, and you ?

Sokka : yep all good all good 👍🏾

Sokka : so

Sokka : uh

Suki : Hi, Zuko. We want to ask you something.

Zuko : Hi. Okay ?

Suki : Im going to go straight to the point since Sokka apparently can’t

Sokka : hey!!!

Suki : We wanted to ask if you would be down for a threesome

Suki : With us

Suki : Zuko?

Zuko : Wait

Zuko : Let me just

Zuko : With me? Really?

Sokka : yeah

Zuko : Is this a joke?

Suki : No, we’re serious. It’s okay if you don’t want to!! But we kinda thought you were attracted to us??😳

Zuko : Obviously I am

Sokka : so it’s a yes?? 👀😳

Suki : You really don’t have to say yes. We'd like it if you did, but no pressure.

Zuko : Alright

Zuko : Let me think about it 

Sokka : yesss awesome 😏🤭

Suki : No problem, take your time :)

Okay. This was, to put it simply, too good to be true. Zuko’s face must have reflected the way he felt (confused and excited) because Mai asked what was going on.

"Uh, Suki and Sokka… asked me if I wanted to have a threesome?"

Mai looked at him and shrugged.

"As long as you don’t ruin the couch."

"W- Mai ! I just… don’t know what to say."

"Do you want to do it?"

"Yeah."

"Then do it."

Mai was always pragmatic and that had probably saved Zuko a lot of pondering.

"… Yeah, okay."

He waited until he was in bed, lights off, to send an I’m down to the group chat, smiling at Sokka’s overly excited response.

He just hoped it didn’t change too much between them.

The first thing to do, Suki had said, was talk. They sat in Zuko and Mai’s apartment, the woman greeting them quietly before retreating to her room.

"So," said Suki, "let’s talk about boundaries."

"This is just for fun," continued Sokka, "We don’t want anyone to feel pressured and it won’t change anything between us. Have you ever done this?"

"Well, I’ve had sex, just not with two people."

"Alright. First of all, Sokka and I lean quite a lot into BDSM in its various forms. That's not an obligation, but if you're really uncomfortable with it I'm not sure we'll be compatible."

Zuko shook his head, something curious and relived dancing in his stomach.

"That's alright. It's also something I tend to lean into."

"Good to know. I’m a top and a Dom, and Sokka’s a switch. He likes to sub for me," Suki said, gently placing her hand on her boyfriend’s cheek for a few seconds.

"I’m a switch too, and, uh- sub, I guess."

"Noted. Is there anything you don’t want us to do?"

"Don’t pull my hair. You can hold it, but don’t pull. And uh, I’m… not a fan of dirty talk. You can do it between yourself, just, not with me."

"Okay. I don’t like when it’s too rough or too painful, but other than that I’m good," added Sokka.

"And no choking for me. I won’t do it, and I don’t want it done to me. Now, Zuko, is there anything in particular that you do like?"

No one had asked that, before. One night stands usually didn’t care enough to bother with questions like these.

He thought of skirts and the dreams he’d woken up from shaking and hard, where he was called good boy and so pretty, and he felt his face warm up immediately. He was a terrible liar, he knew, but he tried anyway.

"Uh- (his voice cracked) no, nothing in particular."

"Come on, tell us. We won’t judge you, we’re into some freaky stuff too to be honest," said Sokka.

Suki nodded at his words, and Zuko sighed. He trusted them. He trusted them like he trusted Mai, and they knew more or less the trauma he’d gone through. He knew they wouldn’t judge him. And Sokka gave compliments so easily already- 'you’re so strong' and 'you’re the best tea maker I know' and 'I like your height' like it was nothing.

"I just… want to… be good?"

Sokka smiled, a little wicked, and caressed Zuko’s hair, slow and deliberate.

"Yeah? You wanna be our good boy?"

Now, imagining it and hearing were two widely different things. Zuko felt himself flush, his mouth opening involuntarily with a quick aspiration of air.

Suki, on the other side of the couch, smiled too.

"Alright then. I’ve been dying to tell you how beautiful you are."

Beautiful wasn’t quite the same as pretty, but it was just as flustering to Zuko. He cleared his throat a few times, willing the feelings to go away.

"You don’t expect me to date you, right?"

His friends looked at each other.

"No, we don’t. Like we said, this is just for fun. If you do want us to date, it’s an entirely different conversation we’ll need to have."

"No, no, I don’t. I like you two as friends, but I’m aromantic so I don’t want you to expect… something I won’t give."

"That’s alright. We didn’t come to you with dating intentions, anyway."

That was a bigger relief than Zuko thought it would be. He felt a pressure lift from his shoulders, knowing he wouldn’t have to- break their heart, maybe.

They talked about a few other things, set a date and a place (Suki’s apartment, since she was the only one who lived alone), and that was it.

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He had been stressing all day about it. He wasn’t stressed about having sex -thought it had been some time since he brought someone home-, or even the fact that they were his friends. It was the way their eyes had glistened when he told them he wanted to be good; the way Sokka had touched his hair, in a way he’d never done before. It was new, mostly, and Zuko had never managed too well with new things.

He found himself bringing dinner, like he was a guest to a stranger’s house. Suki laughed when she saw it but she took it all the same, thanking him and putting it in the oven to warm it up. Sokka was already here, and he greeted Zuko with a tap on the shoulders that lingered a little too long to be strictly friendly.

They ate, and talked about everything and nothing. It gave Zuko time to calm his nerves. Suki, despite her small apartment, had a double bed in her room.

"Are we all going to fit ?"

"Yeah, don’t worry. We’ve been up to four people on here. It’s a bit of exercise, but we managed"

They sat on the bed, Suki and Sokka on each side of Zuko.

"No, you said you wanted to be good?"

Suki punctuated her question with a hand on Zuko’s thigh. It could be innocent, if it was in any other circumstances. He nodded, already feeling his face heat up from the attention he was getting from these two gorgeous people.

"Can you take your clothes off ? You too, Sokka. In your underwear for now."

Sokka obeyed immediately, Zuko following a few seconds after. They’d seen each other before, in swimsuits and at the gym, but for the first time Zuko let himself appreciate Sokka’s body fully. His chest was defined but his stomach soft, and his thighs were big. He had a lovely tan and a dark brown happy trail. Zuko's eyes roamed over him, taking everything in head to toe, and when he looked back up Sokka was also looking at him.

Suki stood up, taking hold of Sokka’s boxers to bring him close to her and they kissed, long and slow. Their mouth slotted against each other easily, naturally. Just watching them made Zuko feel warm.

Suki let go of Sokka, beckoning Zuko over. When she kissed him, she was slow and gentle. She licked his lips and he opened his mouth, letting her tongue slide against his. She was warm and already leading the kiss. She was still holding Sokka, he distantly noticed.

"Go sit on the bed, darling," she murmured into his mouth.

He didn’t know darling would have the same effect as good boy, but Zuko found himself weak in the knees anyway. He scrambled up the bed, watching intently as Suki took something out of the bedside table. Lube, condoms, a strap on and a very nice-looking dildo.

Zuko, distracted by the sight, didn’t see Sokka coming. The other man put a hand on the headboard behind Zuko’s head, looming over him. He put his other hand around his mouth like he was about to tell a secret and whispered, "She’s so good with her dick".

Zuko didn’t doubt it. He brought his hand up, put it behind Sokka’s neck to push him down. His lips were chapped, but his mouth was warm, and when he slid a hand down Zuko’s torso, slow and deliberate, it made him moan. He really hadn’t done this in a while, and he suddenly found himself sensitive to every touch. Every puff of hair against his face as they breathed, every caress, every hickey Sokka sucked into his skin made him feel on fire. The roughness of his cheeks against Zuko's, the distinctly man smell of him... yeah, Zuko was really into it.

He and Sokka kept kissing for a long time, hands roaming each other’s bodies. They stopped when they felt Suki’s hands in their hair.

"I know you’re busy, boys, but I’m going to need you to pay attention to me."

When they separated, breaths erratic and lips red, Sokka let himself fall next to Zuko on the bed.

"Good boys," said Suki, but she was only looking at Zuko.

He felt his cock twitch, felt his eyelids flutter, and she smiled. Suki came closer, strap snug against her hips and dildo standing straight between her legs. Zuko thought he could hear the muffled sounds of a vibrator, too, and was glad she had taken care of this. She had kept her shirt on, but it didn't hide the muscles in her arms.

Zuko had always loved when his partners stayed dressed and he was naked- something about it was so utterly sexy.

"What do you want us to do, Suki?"

She threw the bottle of lube between them, the muscles of her arms flexing in a way that made Zuko weak.

"I want to watch you open yourself up. Is that okay?"

Zuko nodded, laughing at Sokka’s yes, it’s more than okay. They kicked off their underwear eagerly, and Zuko looked back at Suki, and the way her hand held loosely onto the toy between her legs.

Something else new: Zuko had never prepared himself in front of someone else. Suki was watching intently as the men lubbed up their fingers, Sokka sneaking a kiss or two in the process.

Suki got closer to them, caressing calves and ankles to coax them into opening their legs wider. Slowly, Zuko ran circles around his hole with the tip of his finger, hissing a little at the cold but getting used to it quickly.

He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on the headboard and his back arche into the touch. He was fully hard already, but Suki hadn’t told them to touch themselves, so he held back. He was a bit appalled at how fast he had given away, how quickly he had decided to listen to Suki’s every word.

As he slowly put a finger in, then another, Suki kept giving praise. You’re doing good and just like that, babe, and if you could see yourself that made his breath itch and sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.

When he opened his eyes a while later, he found her rocking her hips in the air, hands never having left his or Sokka’s legs. She kissed him, hot and demanding, and brought her hand to his. She pushed his fingers aside so she could finger him herself, once, twice.

Next to him, Sokka moaned. When he looked down, he could see she was doing the same thing to him, scissoring her fingers and thrusting them in and out. She alternated between kissing either of them, mouthing at throats and licking their nipples. It didn't do much for Zuko, but by Sokka's noises, he really loved it. 

"You’ve all done so good. So, I think Sokka here deserves my cock, don’t you?"

Sokka moaned, looking as gone as Zuko felt.

"And I think you," she said with a kiss to Zuko’s chest, "deserves Sokka’s. What do you think, uhm? You think you can take it?"

Zuko looked down at Sokka’s cock, hard and flushed, and he nodded enthusiastically. God, he had dreamt of it. He was more than ready.

They repositioned themselves, Zuko laying on his back with Sokka over him and Suki behind. They did fit, albeit a little awkwardly.

"Ready?" Suki asked, and Zuko opened his legs and threw them around Sokka’s body, pressing them close.

The first drag of their cocks together had them both moaning, and Suki huffed a laugh.

"Verbal response, boys."

They both said yes, and Zuko had the privilege of watching Sokka’s face as he was being penetrated. He was sweating, cheeks flushed dark, and Zuko wanted to kiss him so bad. And so, because he was allowed to now, he did. 

He felt Sokka’s sigh in his mouth and thought Suki must have bottomed out. He heard the tell-tale sound of a condom packet opening, and swallowed Sokka’s moan when Suki put it on him. God, his own cock was starting to feel neglected, hard and untouched between his legs.

Sokka entered him, slow and careful, Suki never letting them separate. It felt good, so Zuko said it. He hadn’t been full like this in months, and he suddenly wondered how he had survived it.

Sokka kept saying their names in hushed breaths, and Suki said doll and darling and babe so easily. Doll felt particularly good- maybe because it had more sexual than romantic connotations, to Zuko.

It took some time to coordinate Suki and Sokka’s thrusting, but when they managed it the room filled with grunts and moans quickly.

Sokka kept an ongoing flow of praise in Zuko’s good ear, telling him how good he felt between moans and gasps. He was so high strung from it, so full of whatever it was that these words made him feel that when Sokka finally, finally touched his dick it only took a couple of strokes for Zuko to come.

He held Sokka close as he painted their stomachs, catching Suki’s flushed face from over his shoulder. Sokka followed him quickly over the edge, and then it was Suki’s turn to moan and shake. They separated before falling over in a tangle of limbs.

Zuko didn’t like being touched after sex -he was too sensitive to handle it, so he grimaced and scooted away.

"You good ?"

"Yeah, just sensitive. Dn’t really like being touch'd after sex."

He was eating his words, too tired to make an effort with talking. They understood, anyway. Sokka got up, fetching some warm towels to clean themselves up and Suki made sure she wasn’t touching Zuko as they all found their breath again.

A quick shower, a look at the public transport app telling him he was almost late and Zuko was back home.

"Did you have fun ?" Mai asked, some genuine curiosity in her voice.

Zuko was pretty sure they were somewhere on the asexual spectrum, and they always seemed only mildly interested in Zuko’s sexual encounters. He himself didn’t understand the concept of romantic attraction, and he was sometimes curious, too, about how it worked.

"Yeah. I did."

"Are you going to do it again?"

"I don’t know. I hope so."

They hadn’t had time to talk about it, Zuko having to catch the last bus, but it seemed to him that everyone had had their fun. He… definitely wanted to do it again.

It was only when he was in bed that he noticed his phone was turned off, and when he unlocked it he was greeted with messages of 'That was awesome' and 'I’m not against doing this again' from Suki and Sokka. He smiled, typed me too and closed his phone.

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Zuko had been wearing skirts for a few months now, and still only Mai knew. He wasn’t comfortable enough with the way they made him feel -soft and gentle and tender- to be wearing one outside, and he didn’t invite people over that often. With Sokka and Suki though, he wanted to try.

This time, though, they’d planned a movie night in his and Mai’s apartment. They were supposed to all be here but then Aang had remembered he’d volunteered for babysitting, Toph had to bring her guide dog to the vet and Katara had needed to work on an assignment.

Mai had smiled a little when Zuko had told her only Sokka and Suki could come, and then she’d taken her stuff and told him she would sleep at Ty Li’s. He thanked her awkwardly, saying they just came over to watch a movie and they wouldn’t necessarily fuck.

Still… he was kind of hopping for it. He checked his stack of condoms and lube, took a long shower, and then choose a skirt to wear. It was one of the shorter ones he bought (he guessed if they were going to have sex, he better give his friends easy access to the goods), and it made his legs look good, he thought.

It was black and fake leathery, and he paired it with a tee-shirt Mai had said looked good with it.

He almost lost his nerves when knocks sounded on the door, but he breathed deeply and opened it. He might have hidden behind it a bit, letting Suki and Sokka step inside and take off their shoes without seeing how he was dressed. He closed the door and passed by them quickly, exchanging greetings while they were looking down at their shoes.

"Uh, so, I thought of a few things we could watch unless you want to do- watch something else."

He wasn’t looking at them as he talked, fussing with the couch cover. When he didn’t get an answer he turned around to find Sokka wide eyed and open mouthed. Suki hit him with her elbow, and then looked back at Zuko and smiled.

"It suits you."

"Yes ! You look, uh-"

Zuko couldn’t deny the thrill he felt when Sokka’s eyes racked over his legs. It wasn’t like he had bought the skirt to be attractive -he had just wanted to see if he liked short ones too-, but he couldn’t deny it felt good to be looked at like that again.

"You look really good."

He felt himself blush a little, suddenly getting shy under the attention. Mai wasn’t the type to give compliment like Sokka did, so it had only been Zuko appreciating himself, so far.

"Thanks. I prepared some snacks, if you want?"

They finished taking off their coats and the couple sat on the couch. They had more room than usual, courtesy of most of the group being absent. When Zuko came back from pouring chips into a bowl, he saw the couple had sat on each side of the couch, leaving him in the middle. 

They choose a movie, but Zuko was pretty sure they wouldn’t finish it. He could feel Sokka’s heated gaze on his legs, could feel his pinky slowly caressing it from where his hand rested on the couch.

It made him feel a little bold, and he brought a leg up, slowly. The skirt fell back, revealing the edge of his boxer. Next to him Suki took a deep breath, and when he looked she was looking, too.

"Are you not interested in the movie ? I can change it, if you want."

Zuko bent down towards the table to get the remote, stretching a little more than necessary. The skirt, short as it was, left most of his thighs touching the couch.

They were definitely not watching the movie. They pretended for a good fifteen minutes, Zuko trying not to smile at the glances he saw Sokka giving him from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t quite see Suki, his peripheral vision being terrible from the scar, but he swore he could feel her gaze on him too.

Sokka, unsurprisingly, cracked first. The hand that had been touching him for the past quarter of an hour was put fully on his thigh.

"What?" asked Zuko innocently.

"You know what," said Sokka, and his hand slid a little further up.

"Hm… No, I don’t."

He sat back, appreciating the way Sokka was looking at him. He turned to Suki when she put a hand on his other thigh, suddenly becoming shy at the unimpressed look she was sending him. She was good at that, being intimidating and making you want to please her. Zuko loved it.

"Can I kiss you?"

He whispered a yeah, and the woman put her free hand behind his head to pull him closer. Her mouth was warm like last time and Zuko moaned a little, letting her push her tongue in his mouth without resistance.

Somehow, he found himself sitting on her lap, Sokka kissing his throat and massaging his thighs under the skirt. It was almost too much, and he lost track of who’s hands and mouths were touching him where. As he watched his friends kiss, he had an idea.

He wanted to taste her. He slid off of her lap, and it was only when he was on the floor in front of her that he realised he was kneeling. He’d thought about it since he’d started kneeling with Mai, of course- he’d thought about being on his knees for someone, like this. He’d thought about being praised and about hands in his hair pushing him down to suck, about being tied up and made pretty with rope.

Suki turned her head towards him, gasping a little before smiling. She spread her legs and held Zuko’s eyes, anticipation visible on her face.

"You want to suck me, doll?"

And the way she said it- suck me, like she had a cock, made Zuko feel hot all over. He nodded, mind already becoming fuzzy with the petname and the way his friends where towering over him. He felt small but safe, and as he watched Suki shimmy out of  her pants with Sokka’s help he realised what he was feeling was submissive.

He had subbed before, if only a little. He had, a couple of times, gotten to that point where everything was fuzzy, but never so fast. Maybe it was the kneeling, or the setting, or the people he was having sex with. Whatever it was, it brought him down fast.

The skirt was fanning over his thighs and his body felt right and he thought, for a second, that he would’ve liked to wear the wig. He wondered if that was what femininity felt like, and how he’d come to like it this much.

Once she was naked from the waist down, Suki scooted closer to the edge of the couch and opened her legs again, becoming Zuko closer by holding his chin. She was wet and beautiful, and Zuko followed happily when she pushed him closer. He liked how hairy she was too, the feeling of it nice on his face.

"Wait, I don’t have a dental dam."

"I’m clean, I got tested before our first time. Haven’t been with anyone else since."

"We did the same thing, we’re also clean. Let’s do this, then. Go on, darling."

He licked between her folds a few time, giving himself time to get back into it. He’d had sex with people with penises, mostly, so he was a bit unsure. When he sucked on her clit, she moaned and her hand tightened slightly in his hair, so he couldn’t have been that bad. She breathed out, apologised and set her hand to rest more carefully on his hair. Zuko felt a surge of happiness when he realised she’d remembered what he said about not liking when his hair was pulled, even if that much was okay.

As he slipped into that fuzzy mental state, Zuko was vaguely aware of Sokka murmuring how she liked it in his ears, and the firm caress of his hands on Zuko’s sides. He did his best to follow the instructions, licking deep where Sokka said to and mouthing at the skin between thigh and pussy. Each lap of his tongue was followed by praising words that made his skin tingle and his cock jerk.

I’m lucky, suddenly thought Zuko. Because Suki held but never pulled his hair, and Sokka knew to keep the firm pressure of his hands, and they both let praise fall so easily from their lips. Doll and you’re making me feel so good and you’re perfect that made him whine and moan and shiver like nothing else did.

He kept sucking and licking Suki, vaguely feeling her juices running down his chin and her foot on his shoulder. His world reduced to the parquet under his knees and the sounds of his friends above him, the taste of Suki and the pressure of her hand on his head.

He distantly noticed his jaw was aching, vaguely felt the sticky wetness between his legs. He licked Suki once last time and she sat back, letting her hand fall away from his head.

He didn’t immediately put together the sounds he was hearing with voices, but he noticed the hands that were touching him, rubbing his arms and massaging his legs.

He forced himself to blink, clearing his head just a little. Suki and Sokka where fussing over him, and he mumbled something about a shower and tea, half guessing what they wanted to know.

He wasn’t sure it had actually come out of his mouth in any intelligible way, but he blinked and there was something warm running down his back. He smelt the citrusy scent of his shower gel, and the softness of the towel drying him afterward.

He thought he could more or less answer the questions he was asked, this time- Is it okay if we touch you ? Do you want to get dressed again ? Jasmine or Oolong tea ?

It was only when he was back on the couch with something warm between his hands that he really managed to get out of the headspace. Jasmine tea, he noticed, infused a little too long. His clothes had been changed to comfortable, warmer ones, and he could feel his hair was still a little damp.

"Are you back with us?"

Suki’s voice was kind, but he still found himself blushing, embarrassed.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry about that."

"It’s okay, buddy. We should’ve talked about aftercare beforehand. Do you often go that far?"

Zuko sipped his tea, looking resolutely in his mug. Eye contact wasn’t usually his forte -even less now that he had started to learn how to unmask- but he was actively avoiding it right now.

"No, not usually. I- well, I don’t usually have sex with people I trust like I trust you, so I don’t… let myself. And, uh, I think the kneeling did a lot too."

They didn’t touch him, and they listened without interruption as he talked about kneeling with Mai, about making a part of his trauma something good and safe again.

"I see. Thank you for trusting us with this, Zuko."

Sokka leaned forward and Zuko looked up at him, finally. The dark skinned man smiled, full of teeth.

"Good boy !"

Zuko rolled his eyes, laughing, but he felt his cheeks warm anyway. Suki chuckled, shaking her head at Sokka’s antics. He was glad it was this easy, that they could laugh about it and that having sex didn’t make their friendship change. Not for worst, at least- he trusted them more, now.

"We gave you a shower and tried to make some tea. Was that good?"

"That’s what I usually do after kneeling with Mai, yeah. The tea was infused a little too long, though."

Sokka complained that he had no instructions whatsoever anywhere on how to make the millions of different tea blends he owned and Zuko laughed, warm and comfortable.

They finished the movie they’d started, and then Zuko walked Suki and Sokka to the door.

"Thank you for coming. And for- for everything."

He wanted to say thank you for not being weird about the skirt and thank you for knowing me and thank you for not touching me too much and thank you for taking care of me, but all that came out was « everything. » The couple nodded anyway, smiling affectionately at each other and at him.

Just as he was about to close the door, Sokka came back and whispered, a hand around his mouth :

"We’ll make you come untouched again."

And somehow, that was the most embarrassing thing he’d heard all night.

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Sokka’s birthday was coming up, and Zuko had an idea. An embarrassing and arousing idea, that he’d been turning inside his head for months, since the first lingerie set he bought.

He took his time this time around, until he found the perfect thing: all lacy and red, see-through parts and definitely well-placed openings. It cost a pretty penny, but if he was going to do that, he was going to do it well. He wanted, after all, to be good. And hopefully, Sokka would like it.

Just to be sure, and because the anxiety of doing too much kept eating at him, he texted Suki a few days before Sokka’s birthday.

Zuko : Hey

Suki : hey! what’s up

Zuko : I want to do something for Sokka, but I don’t know if he’ll like it and I really don’t want to embarrass myself

Suki : tell me what you have in mind? 

Zuko bit his lips, considering how to answer. He had the box right here, but he hadn’t tried the lingerie yet. He made sure his door was locked before he took his clothes off, feeling the set before putting it on. It wasn’t itchy like he’d feared, and though there was a little empty space in the cups of the bra, it fit his torso nicely. The panties were… Well, they had a hole Zuko had not seen when he’d bought it, and he couldn’t fit his testicles at all inside the fabric. It was lewd, more than anything he’d ever worn, and he felt himself flush before he even looked into the mirror.

He looked nice. He looked sexy, and pretty, and hot . He took a few pictures in the reflection -that, he had practice in-, before scrolling through the photos and finding one that was acceptable. The low light of his room cast soft shadow over his skin, and he’d placed his hand in front of his dick, fingers relaxed. The red of the garment contrasted nicely with his skin, he thought.

He sent it to Suki, hoping that she wouldn’t find him weird for it. He didn’t have to wait long for her to answer.

Suki : oh my god

Suki : he’s going to love it, sweetie

Suki : I love it

Suki : Can I join in the idea? I have a pretty set I wear sometimes

Zuko : Yes, please

He definitely couldn’t handle the embarrassment on his own. He kept the lingerie on for a while, taking some more pictures. He didn’t want to ruin it before Sokka had the chance to, but he considered the thought. He felt really nice in this.

They planned to meet up a few days before Sokka’s actual birthday at the couple’s apartment. Suki sent him a picture of her before he left. 

She was in the bathroom, taking a picture of her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a dark green bra with lots of golden rings. Zuko could see the dark of her nipples through the fabric. Her panty was see-through too, decorated with a garter belt. The garters hugged her legs, and Zuko suddenly really wanted to put his head in between her thighs.

In the picture she was smiling, holding a finger in front of her mouth in a schussing noise.

Zuko made sure every bit of red was covered by his clothes- he would die on the spot if anyone saw what he was wearing underneath while he was out and about.

 He felt his excitement bubble up on the way there. When he finally arrived in front of their door, he couldn’t help but bounce on his feet, waiting for someone to open the door.

 It was Sokka who did.

“Hey, Zuko, come in.”

Zuko passed the threshold, met Suki’s eyes where she was sitting on the couch and bit back a smile. The part of him who was worried Sokka wouldn’t like the surprise had been mostly eclipsed by the confidence the lingerie gave him. He took off his shoes and coat, and found himself hurrying. 

“Hi. How are you?”

“Excited. We haven’t done that in while, uh?” said Sokka.

It was true- with their different schedule it wasn't always easy to make plans. The last time Zuko felt horny and they weren’t available (they haven’t talked yet about him having sex with only one of them at a time), he found someone to spend the night with. They weren’t as good as Sokka and Suki, though, and he came out of it satisfied but a little disappointed.

Zuko handed his present to Sokka. He was usually bad at presents, but he was pretty happy with this one. He'd found the shirt on a random website, and immediately thought that the blue of it felt very Sokka. Plus, it had some stupid joke written on it, and his friend loved those.

"I'll open it on my birthday ! If I can wait until then. I probably can't... anyway, let's go?"

Zuko looked at Suki, amused.

"I might have let slip that we have a surprise for him, and you know Sokka. He's been talking about it all morning."

Zuko smiled, following them to their room. He forced himself not to get shy, trying to remember the way he'd felt those few days ago, when it was only his mirror and him.

Suki wouldn't let him ridicule himself, either. She would've known if Sokka disliked lingerie, and she probably would've told him if he didn't care.

Sokka closed the bedroom door behind them, immediately running to the bed. He sat down quickly, bouncing on the bed a few times.

"So? What's the surprise?"

Zuko and Suki looked at each other. Suki looked back at Sokka with a mischievous smile.

"Why don't you come look for yourself?" She asked, pulling her shirt up just enough to show her bellybutton.

Sokka sprang up, immediately putting his hands under both of their shirts. He reached Suki's chest first.

"Oh. Oh! I love when you wear that."

Suki took her shirt off, letting Sokka fondle her chest and kiss her deeply.

His other hand was caressing Zuko's stomach. He stopped kissing Suki suddenly with a gasp.

"Wait. Are you also-"

He finally slid his hand higher to meet the fabric of Zuko's bra. With his right hand still holding onto Suki, he pushed Zuko's shirt up and out of the way.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god- you're so- oh my god, kiss me."

And kiss they did. They slowly moved to the bed, falling together on the soft sheets. Suki opened a bedside drawer to take out a large ribbon. She tied it over Sokka's eyes as Zuko watched, curious.

"Stay here. Zuko, clothes off."

Zuko obeyed quickly, watching as Suki did the same. They laid on either side of Sokka, Zuko's half-hard cock pressing onto his leg. Only then did Suki take the blindfold off. Sokka kept his eyes closed a few seconds longer, probably appreciating the way the other two were rubbing against him. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked at Suki first. He kissed her again, touching everywhere he could reach. And then he turned to Zuko, and stopped.

"If you weren't already on my list of sexiest men alive, this would've put you at the top."

Zuko blushed, but found himself curving his back a little more, bending a leg so it would show his ass better. Suki whistled behind Sokka.

"You look very nice in this, darling. Good choice."

"It was so fucking expensive. I want you to ruin it."

Zuko didn't know where that had come from, but he did want it.

"Hell yeah. Let me suck you?"

Zuko nodded, scrambling up the bed and opening his legs so Sokka could lay down between them.

He mouthed at Zuko's cock through the fabric, quickly soaking it. He traced with a finger the edge of the underwear, where fabric became skin. Sokka took in hand the base of Zuko's dick, jerking it a couple of time before he took it out of the underwear.

Above him, Zuko moaned. Sokka was good at that, very good. He licked from root to tip, then back down again. He suckled at the base, followed a vein with his tongue, and kept looking at Zuko through it all. As he sucked the tip in his mouth, Zuko had the thought that he would love to see Sokka between Suki's legs. What sound would she make ? He only vaguely remembered the time he'd done it, but her noises had been marvelous.

He was quickly fully hard. When he managed to open his eyes again, and saw Suki mouthing at Sokka's ass. She bit him in a few places, each time earning Zuko a moan that reverberated through his cock.

She was jerking her boyfriend's dick, sometimes malaxing his ass cheeks. It didn't take long for Sokka to stop moving suddenly, before moaning loudly with a shiver. Suki didn't even wait for him to find his bearing again, never stopping to touch him. Sokka didn't stop either, going back to sucking Zuko fast.

Zuko almost came as his friend ran his tongue up the length of his dick, his hands still on his balls.

"Wait, wait, I don't want to cum yet," he said hurriedly.

He knew if he did he would be too sensitive to do anything else for a while, and he wanted to make this last. Sokka stopped sucking with a whine, licking his lips and looking at Zuko with a pout.

"It's your birthday present. What do you want us to do?"

Suki set her face down on Sokka's ass like it was a pillow.

"Yeah, baby, what do you want from us?"

Sokka bit his lips, thinking for a bit before his cheeks darkened.

"Oh? You have something in mind?"

"Yeah... if that's okay with you."

"Tell me what it is and I'll answer."

"I want to see Suki fuck you," Sokka finally said.

His fingers came to tease Zuko's hole where the underwear parted.

"After all, you have such a convenient hole in your panties."

Zuko shuddered. He'd thought about it quite a lot, honestly. The first time they'd had sex together, Suki had fucked Sokka with her dildo, and she had seemed very good with it.

They moved on the bed, Suki going to fetch what she needed. She took her underwear off but kept the garters and garter belt, unclapsing it to put it over the strap-on.

"What size do you want, darling?"

Zuko wasn't sure who she was talking to, and Sokka and him both leaned forward as she showed them a box. It was filled with sextoys of different shapes and size- things Zuko didn't even know existed, like the one that seemed to be ribbed, or the one looking like some kind of plant.

It felt a bit overwhelming. He wasn't particularly a fan of big dicks, though he knew he could handle them. Sokka made the choice for him; he dug in the box, coming back up a few seconds later with a proud exclamation.

He was holding a red and black toy on the smaller size, with a nice, thin shape. It seemed firm enough too, and felt nice as Sokka dragged it up the inside of Zuko's tight. He stopped when he arrived at the underwear.

"It matches, doesn't it?"

Zuko laughed a little, because it did.

"I thought of you when I bought it."

Zuko inhaled sharply in surprise. It was nice to know. Had he bought it after they'd started to have sex? Or before that? Zuko didn't have a lot of toys himself, but he'd definitely thought of his friends when using them before their arrangement.

Suki took the toy, quickly putting it on. She kept a hand on Zuko's thigh all the while, even as she lubbed up the toy.

"Sokka, do you want to open him up or should he do it himself?"

"Hmm..." Sokka bit his lips, "I think I want to see him do it. Can you, darling? For me?"

Zuko would've done it enthusiastically with less pleading. He sat back at the head of the bed, opening his legs slowly. His dick was pocking out of the underwear, precum and spit soaking the fabric. Hopefully it would wash out- but if it didn't, he already had a few nice pictures.

Sokka took Zuko's hand to suck on his finger. He was messy with it, spit running down his chin and tongue pocking out of his mouth. It made Zuko shiver- he'd always liked it messy, even if it was a nightmare afterward when he became oversensitive to everything. Sokka's mouth was warm, and the threat of his teeth was thrilling.

After a while he stopped, letting Zuko start to work himself open. Spit would only work for so long, but Suki quickly approached with the lube in hand.

The couple sat on either side of him, both holding onto a leg. Zuko worked quickly, excited. Suki was stroking her cock like it was made of flesh, and Sokka was watching the place where Zuko's fingers disappeared in his body avidly.

When he felt he was open enough, Zuko kissed Suki, easily letting her take command. She got between his legs, holding him by the waist and pulling so he would be laid on the bed completely. Zuko couldn't stop his moan at the action. She'd done it so easily, and he could feel her strong thighs as she rubbed against him. Suki kissed him deep once again, before plunging her fingers in him.

She scissored them a few times before taking them out. She guided her cock in Zuko's ass, slowly. He forced himself to relax, trying to focus on Sokka's hands on his chest and the flow of praise he was spouting in his ear.

"That's it, baby, you're doing so good. Look how nice you're taking her, she must be so proud. Fuck, look at you."

Making Sokka swear felt like a definite win. Suki bottomed out with a hmm, and ran her hand over Zuko's stomach until he got used to the feeling of being stretched open and started wiggling on the bed.

"All right, baby?"

"Yeah. You can move."

Suki looked at him with a raised eyebrow and didn't move.

"You can move what?"

"Uh. Please?"

She still wasn't moving and Zuko was starting to panic. He didn't understand what she was expecting of him- until Sokka lifted his chin so they would be looking at each other.

"She wants you to call her Sir."

"Sir ? Okay, yeah, I can do that. Please, Sir, can you move? I want to feel your cock."

"Well, if you're asking so sweetly, I can't say no."

Suki finally started moving her hips, and Zuko closed his eyes and let her do her thing. Sokka kept whispering things in his ear, moaning and praise and encouragement.   

The lace of his lingerie was brushing against his skin with each thrust, and Zuko found it surprisingly hot. He also loved the way Sokka was teasing him through the fabric, rubbing his nipples and sliding fingers between bra straps and skin.

"Sokka," breathed Zuko, "let me."

"Let you what?"

Zuko reached blindly above him until he found his friend's warm, sweaty skin. He slid his hand down and down and down, until he finally reached a different kind of wetness. He was focusing hard on not coming so soon.

Zuko let Suki kiss him once more before he was turning his head to lap at Sokka's cock. The man moaned loudly as Zuko started sucking earnestly, using his hand to awkwardly stroke what he couldn't lick.

He loved the taste of Sokka, the feeling of Suki's hands on his hips and thighs against his. The weights in his mouth and his ass were comfortable, familiar.

Suki came first with a shudder, hips moving back and forth for a bit longer. The drag of the silicone cock against Zuko's prostate had him follow, a couple seconds before Sokka pulled himself out of his mouth to cum all over his hair.

Suki and Sokka quickly moved away from him as they all came down from the high.

"That," said Sokka breathlessly, "was a really good surprise."

Suki hummed in agreement as she watched Sokka detach the strap expertly.

"If you ever feel like sending more pictures, Zuko, don't hesitate," she said. 

"Hmm," he grunted, "you too."

And oh, did they take his request seriously.

Chapter Text

Zuko, in his 27 years of life, had the occasion to try quite a few things sexually. He had a couple of failed relationships before he realised he was aromantic, and many one-night stands that left him sexually satisfied only on a good day.

Things were different, with Sokka and Suki. They were already friends, after all, and they'd stayed the same after that first time. What a relief that had been.

That meant Zuko got to try more things. He could fantasise at night with the hope that it might actually happen, could add Suki's commanding words and Sokka's touches to his dreams. He could touch himself to their pictures whenever he wanted, and send back some too.

Zuko had really taken a liking to selfies and pictures in the mirror. It definitely took trial and error, but he could generally get a couple of really good pictures from a dozen taken. He'd made a folder in his camera roll, locked under a different name -he still carried with him his genitor's habit of going through his phone, the fear still unshakable after so many years.

He learnt about lot of Sokka and Suki, and their dynamic in the bedroom. They were playful, sometimes sickenly romantic, and open to most things. They'd done a lot of things together and on their own, and the three of them had had long discussions about it some evenings. Zuko definitely learned a few new words, not that he'd ever admit that.

They made do with their various schedules, which meant somethings they'd meet in the morning, like today.

The sun was coming through the window, letting them see each other in full light for once. And damn, were they beautiful. Zuko had really gotten lucky that they were all attracted to each other.

Suki was watching, today. She was fully dressed in a white shirt and dress pants, legs carefully closed, painted nails resting over her stomach. She sat on a chair against the wall facing the bed, calm and confident as she slipped into her role as the Dom.

Zuko still had his teeshirt on, though Sokka had taken down his skirt quickly once they were in the bedroom. He was naked on his knees, looking up at Zuko through half-lidded eyes, smirking because he knew it infuriated him and sent shivers of desire through Zuko.

"Open up, Sokka," Suki ordered.

The man immediately opened his mouth, pulling his tongue out in a way that made Zuko's cock twitch in his boxers.

"Hold him by the hair and fuck his throat, doll."

Zuko looked at Suki for just a second, setting his eyes back on Sokka when she clicked his tongue. Right, her first order had been to not look at her.

"Hold the hair as close to the scalp as you can, tightly. He loves it."

Sokka hummed his agreement, letting his head fall backward as Zuko pulled, testing it. He pushed his friend's face into his crotch, sighting in pleasure when the man started mouthing at him through the fabric. Zuko's hips jerked a few time, rubbing against Sokka's face.

"Take your cock out, doll. Show us how pretty it is," Suki said from her corner of the room.

Zuko moaned, loud and sudden, blushing as Suki let out a little triumphant "ah", knowing she'd found another one his buttons. It seemed he had a lot more of those than he expected.

He obeyed, scrambling to push his boxers down and take his cock out with one hand, exhaling when Sokka opened his mouth again. Zuko had never been one for directing, preferring to do what he was told (and hopefully, praised for it). But this, here, felt exhilarating. He had power over Sokka, but Suki had power over them both. He didn't need to be in charge, he just had to obey.

Slowly, Zuko pulled Sokka's head back, relieved when he moaned at the feeling. He didn't like his hair being pulled, so it was hard to gauge if he was doing it right.

He set is cock on Sokka's tongue and waited, heart beating fast in his chest and battling with the urge to slid it inside. He needed Suki's permission, first. And it was not coming.

It was really not coming.

He wasn't supposed to look or talk to her, but as he waited here, feeling Sokka get just as angsty under him, he couldn't help himself. 

"Suki," said Zuko, "Sir. Please."

"Please what ? You have to be clear with your words, doll."

"Can I fuck his mouth, Sir, please ?" 

Zuko was aware he was whining a little bit, but he was going crazy with Sokka's unmoving, wet tongue on his tip.

"Hm. I have a question, first. Look at me."

When he looked up, he was surprised to see she had a softer look on her face than expected.

"I told you not to talk to me, and you disobeyed."

Zuko sucked in a breath, grimacing as he realised.

"Do you want to be punished for that ?"

They hadn't talked about this before, which is why she'd gone out her dominant role a little bit. He didn't have anything against punishments- he liked them sometimes, even, but it was always good to check.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah."

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes," he said, a little more sure of himself.

She leaned back in her seat, palming herself through her clothes and humming.

"I will think of something. Now fuck my husband's face, doll."

Zuko's body reacted before his mind, hips jerking toward Sokka's waiting mouth suddenly. They both moaned at the feeling, loud like Suki had asked them to be. Thank god the windows weren't open.

Zuko slowly got into the feeling of moving his hips, of holding onto Sokka's hair, of using it to push or pull the man however he wanted- or more like, however Suki instructed. Sokka's hands were behind his back, stuck in place by Suki's will. Zuko desperately wanted to feel them, but he wasn't going to risk another punishment by begging her again. Instead, he kept busy by talking, an habit he'd gained form the man at his feet.

"Fuck, so good- so nice, Sokka, so good-"

So he wasn't that great at it. And what ? It still kept Sokka going, jaw slack and eyes never leaving Zuko's through it all. He was good at this, good with his mouth in so many way Zuko should've expected.

It felt exhilarating to know he was being watched, to feel Suki's eyes on him and to know he wasn't allowed to look back. He'd known this about himself before, sure, but he'd never had the occasion to try it out.

He was starting to feel shaky, his hands cramping a bit, his knees wobbling. He wasn't used to doing all the work like this. He maybe was a bit of a pillow princess, if he let himself be. He was careful not to choke Sokka too much, to give him slack to breath while also trying to make him feel used like he loved to. 

"Alright, boys, stop."

Zuko's hips stuttered a bit, and he forced himself not to look toward the woman. He could hear the faint sound of her fingers against her wet pussy, and by Sokka's eyes, so could he. Zuko let go of his hair, letting the man sway back on his heels and breath deeply with his mouth empty.

"Okay ?" Zuko asked.

"Okay," Sokka answered with a smile.

They were both trying really hard not to look at Suki, and they shared an amused look at their predicament.

"Doll, I want you lying on your back on the bed. Love, ride him. Face the wall. You can use your hands."

They hurried on the bed, Zuko laying down and secretly glad he wouldn't have to do more work. Sokka swung his leg over his hips, brushing their cocks together for a few strokes. He put his weight on one hand, setting it down on the bed next to Zuko's ribcage, the other reaching behind him.

He hissed as he tugged the plug out of himself, setting it messily on the nightstand. It was a mid sized one, barely thinner than Zuko's cock, but it would do the trick. Beside, they all knew Sokka liked a little pain.

He arched his back, rolling his hips slowly and languidly, and Zuko knew he was showing off. To him or to Suki, it didn't matter; he was appreciating the view anyway.

Sokka reached behind him to hold Zuko's cock, finally, finally pushing it inside him. Zuko moaned at the heat around him, and Sokka's hot eyes never leaving him as he slowly sat down.

"Beautiful," Suki said in a breath, "so beautiful."

They both took a bit of time to get used to the new sensation, before Sokka started rolling his hips, sitting up and down on Zuko's cock. 

"Slower," Suki ordered and Sokka obeyed.

"Harder,"

"Faster."

It was torture, but at least Zuko was allowed to touch. He held onto Sokka's thighs, breathing hard against the ever changing rythm Suki was giving them.

"Sokka, Sokka, can I kiss you ? Please, please," he begged.

"Go on, love," said Suki in a ragged breath.

Zuko couldn't see her, not from that angle, not with Sokka on top of him. He whined but the noise quickly got swallowed in Sokka's mouth. It was getting hard to follow Suki's instruction; for Zuko to keep his hips unmoving, for Sokka to go harder faster slower softer , for the kissing in the middle of it.

"I'm gonna cum, im gonna-"

"Stop."

Suki's voice cut through like a blade, and Zuko let out a noise of frustration as his friend stopped moving. He didn't need to see Sokka's face to imagine his frustration, but he looked anyway. Was this going to be a thing ? Zuko wasn't that good at edging, and he doubted Sokka was either. Too impatient, the two of them.

"Go."

Sokka started the roll of his hips again, even more enthusiastic than before. Zuko racked his nails against his back, slid his hands to his ass, his thighs, his chest.

It only took two more times for Sokka to start sobbing a little. Zuko was reaching his limit too, frustrated, a little annoyed and a lot turned on. Each stop and go was accompagnied by the sweetest praise, and it made Zuko dizzy with joy.

Sokka was trembling over him, no doubt with his thighs burning form the effort. He liked to feel it for days, he'd said, so Zuko supposed he would really love the next few.

"Again, again, Suki, please, I'm gonna-"

"Go on. Cum for me, love, doll," she answered breathily.

They released at the same time, Sokka's hands finding Zuko's shoulders as he cried out in ecstasy. He came, hot against Zuko's stomach.

Zuko gripped his wrists, breath stuttering in his chest and light-headed at finally being allowed to come too.

Sokka took a few deep breaths before he sat up, making a noise of discomfort as Zuko slid out of him.

He collapsed on the bed, making sure he wasn't touching Zuko in anyway. They both stayed there to breathe, Zuko quickly feeling the overstimulation set in. He looked to the side as he heard Suki close the curtains. She was a little red in the face, pants gone and setting her vibe on the nightstand next to the plug.

She was only gone for a couple minutes before she came back with rag and warm water for Sokka. She knew Zuko preferred to shower- at least once his skin stopped buzzing so loudly.

"You both did very good. Zuko, how do you feel about restraints ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"I think," she said slowly, leaning over him with a smile, "that next time you won't be allowed to touch. Punishment."

Zuko's breath caught in his throat as he imagined it. He had been thinking about ropes lately, and he knew Suki was really good at that. He'd seen the pictures.

"Hm. I'd like that."

Suki laughed a little, shaking her head, her hair framing her face nicely.

"Punishments aren't supposed to be fun."

"Ooh no, sure, I'm absolutely going to hate it," Zuko said in his most deadpan voice.

"Oh my god, you just made a joke. I need to add it to the tally," Sokka said.

Suki had gone to lay on top of him. They were cute together, Zuko thought. Wait-

"What tally ?"

"The ´Zuko jokes' tally, of course."

He sat up, bewildered. He forgot his overstimulation for a second in favour of looking at Sokka with the most confused facial expression he could muster.

"What the fuck."

"You make jokes so rarely ! I need to keep count !"

They all looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

Zuko would go shower in a bit, and they'd all get dressed for work or school. For now, he was content to laugh with his friends, body tired and satisfied, skin still warm where he'd been touched.