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Katara lets out a soft moan as Zuko thrusts inside her easily, her tight walls pulling him in eagerly. Zuko’s nails bite the skin at her waist, tugging her closer to him so she can take him even deeper. Her back arches off the mattress, her hands fisting the sheets when his hips finally meet hers.
“Fuck, Katara,” Zuko breathes, his hands moving down her legs so that they can settle under knees and wrap them around his hips. “You’re so wet.”
“Mmm, Zuko,” she hums happily, rutting her hips against his cock and groaning when she feels him shifting inside her. “All for you, Zuko, all for you.”
“Excuse me,” Jet murmurs from across the room, his hand wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself lazily. “Don’t forget I’m here too.”
Zuko releases a soft chuckle, sitting up on his knees so that he can feel her squirming beneath him.
“We know you like to watch,” Zuko comments, pulling out halfway before thrusting inside Katara’s wet heat with a snap of his hips. “And we both know you like what comes after.”
Jet grins at that, his hand squeezing his cock as Zuko repeats the motion of thrusting into Katara with newfound vigor. Katara’s hands fly to Zuko’s biceps, her fingers digging into his skin as Zuko pistons inside her, her breasts bouncing each time their hips meet. Soft grunts fall from Zuko’s lips as he doubles his efforts, one hand roaming down Katara’s taut stomach, towards her curls.
She gasps when he starts to tease her mound, his fingers inching closer to her sensitive bud.
“Not - not fair,” she stutters, locking her ankles on Zuko’s lower back and pulling him closer to her so that he slides deeper inside her, his cock hitting her just right.
“Aw, Zuko,” Jet drawls, taking a step closer to the bed. “Give her what she wants.”
With a smirk, Zuko’s thumb begins to slowly circle Katara’s clit, causing her to let out a faint mewl of pleasure. Her back arches further off the bed, her head thrown back against the pillow, her messy curls acting as a halo surrounding her.
She turns her head to look at Jet, her vision blurry and her cheeks flushed. One hand releases Zuko’s bicep, holding it out beside her and beckoning Jet towards her with a crook of her finger. Jet smirks and relinquishes his hold on his length so he can swagger over to the bed, kneeling beside Katara so that he can lean over and press his lips to hers. She moans into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his head, one hand buried in his hair as she prods at his lips with her tongue.
Zuko quickens the pace of his thrusts, his free hand traversing up Katara’s figure so it settles on her breast, twisting her nipple. She gasps into Jet’s mouth, lifting her hips to meet Zuko’s with conscious effort. Jet pulls away so he can kneel beside Katara, taking his throbbing cock in hand again so he can time each stroke of his hand to each drive of Zuko’s hips.
“Come on, Zuko,” Jet urges, curling his upper lip along his teeth as he feels the familiar tightening of his sack. “Tell him what you want, Katara.”
“Faster,” Katara chokes out, rutting her hips against Zuko’s hand, her hands now clawing at his chest. “Faster, faster, please. I’m so close, Zuko, so - so close.”
Doing as he’s told, Zuko leans forward, bracing the hand that’s not toying with Katara’s clit on the mattress beside her hip, pistoning inside her with her purpose, the sound of skin slapping skin reverbarting around the room. Each thrust drives Katara further up the mattress, her cries of pleasure combining with Zuko’s grunts of effort.
“Who’s going to come first?” Jet taunts, causing Zuko to flash him a wicked smirk.
“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Zuko replies, giving one final thrust of his hips before Katara screws her eyes shut, her walls fluttering around Zuko’s cock as she comes with a scream.
Her cries push Zuko over the edge, and he gives a staggered breath as he comes, his chest heaving as he catches himself on his hand so he doesn’t collapse on top of Katara.
Katara pants as she settles from her high, turning her head so she can look over at Jet, a satisfied gleam in her eye. “Are you going to come too?” she asks innocently, rubbing her core against Zuko’s hips so he gasps. “Unless you don’t want to taste my pussy?”
Jet snarls, pumping and twisting his hand around his length until he finishes, his cum spurting out between his fingers. Katara and Zuko both moan as Jet releases his cock, bringing his fingers to his mouth so he can wrap his lips around them, sucking gently as he tastes himself on his tongue. Jet lets out a pleased hum, closing his eyes just as Zuko pulls out of Katara carefully and shuffles up her body so that he straddles her stomach. He leans toward, pressing his lips to Katara’s chest, his hands stroking down her sides. She buries a hand in his hair and spreads her legs further apart.
With her free hand, Katara beckons Jet over with another crook of her finger, a smirk toying at her lips. “I know what you want, Jet. My pussy is all for you.”
He opens his eyes and smirks at Katara, swaggering over to the bed and climbing on top so that he can kneel between her legs. His mouth waters at the sight of Zuko’s and Katara’s combined juices dripping down her thighs and he grabs at her hips to give her a sharp tug closer to him.
Zuko continues to plant kisses along Katara’s upper body, nipping and sucking at her skin so that he leaves bruises in his wake. Katara gives a slight roll of her hips, gasping when Zuko takes her nipple between his teeth.
“Oh, baby girl, I cannot wait to taste you,” Jet murmurs, lifting her legs so that he can hook them over his shoulders. “And you too, baby boy,” he adds, addressing Zuko. “I bet you both taste so good together.”
As Zuko focuses on Katara’s breast, his teeth skimming along the underside, Jet presses open mouth kisses on the inside of her thighs, nipping at the supple flesh. Katara moans softly, grinding her hips towards Jet’s face, practically begging for more friction.
“Easy, doll,” Jet croons, kissing her mound. “Let Zuko and I take care of you, okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes, fingers tugging at Zuko’s roots, her free hand balled into a fist at her side.
Finally, finally, Jet licks a broad stripe along her slit, groaning at the taste of her and Zuko’s cum on his tongue. Without warning, he buries his face in her essence, licking and sucking, his hands splayed on her lower stomach. She lets out a gasp, her hips bucking against his face.
Zuko moves up her body, pressing his lips along her skin until he reaches her pulse point and gives it a light suck.
“Spirits,” Katara mewls, her body quivering, her second orgasm soon approaching.
With a laugh, Zuko captures Katara’s lips in a hungry kiss, his hands framing her face so he can tilt her chin up. She kisses him back eagerly, her hips still rutting against Jet’s face, her nails clawing at Zuko’s back.
“Fuck, Katara, you’re so perfect,” Zuko rasps against her lips, his half-hard length prodding at her stomach. “Isn’t she fucking perfect, Jet?”
Jet hums in agreement, delving his tongue deeper inside her walls, his thumb now toying with her clit.
“Are you going to come again, Katara?” Zuko asks, trailing a thumb down her jaw and smirking down at her.
“I’m so - close!” she stammers, her hips beginning to stutter, the rope at the base of her spine starting to uncoil as Jet draws her orgasm closer.
Zuko kisses her again, slipping his tongue between her lips, his hands once again framing her face to give himself better access. Jet gives her clit a hard suck and Zuko swallows her moan of pleasure.
Her back completely arches off the bed as she squeezes Jet’s head between her thighs, her arousal coating Jet’s chin as she comes again. She feels Jet smirking against her core as he licks a trail along her thighs, causing her to shudder.
Zuko kisses along her jaw, his hands palming at her breasts as Katara pants below him.
“Zuko, baby, you have to taste her,” Jet urges, shrugging Katara’s legs off his shoulders and sitting back on his knees.
Zuko gives one last kiss on Katara’s temple before shuffling back down the bed, turning his body so that he can face Jet. Taking his face in his hands, Jet presses his lips to Zuko’s, prodding his tongue so that Zuko opens his mouth, moaning at the taste of him and Katara on Jet’s tongue.
“And how do I taste, boys?” Katara pants, getting up onto her elbows so she can watch Zuko and Jet devour each other.
“Fucking amazing,” Jet comments, sliding a hand between his and Zuko’s body so that he can give Zuko’s cock a teasing squeeze. Zuko groans, but rolls his eyes affectionately and smacks Jet’s hand away from him.
Katara laughs, falling back against the pillows and stretching her legs, her toes curling at the sated sensation that travels down her spine. Jet and Zuko settle on either side of her, though Zuko snakes an arm over her stomach, his thumb tracing her hipbone with featherlight touches. Jet releases a content sigh, stretching his arms up so that his hands settle beneath his head.
“Did that feel good, baby girl?” he asks, turning his head so that he can look at her.
“Mmmm, amazing,” Katara replies sleepily as Zuko nuzzles his face against her shoulder.
“It was all right?” Zuko adds softly.
“More than all right,” Katara confirms. “And you boys? How you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” Jet answers with a cocky grin.
“Excellent,” Zuko quips. “I’m glad you both got what you wanted.”
“We did,” Jet says, moving closer to Katara. “And you, baby boy? Did you get what you wanted?”
Zuko hums in affirmation, pressing his body flush against Katara’s, his thumb still tracing lines along her hip.
“Sleepy,” Katara drawls, feeling her eyes staring to fall closed.
There’s a satisfying ache between her legs and she smiles to herself as the two boys draw closer to her.