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Kataang cock warming in the bath
They’re so lovey dovey as Aang lays back, buried deep inside Katara, holding each other impossibly close as they make love, moaning sweet nothings in each other’s mouths. She would be right in his ear, Aang’s name being so easy to moan. He couldn’t even tell what was his name and what was just her sweet voice breaking all around him. Hot water and steam surrounding them on all sides. Water and Air in perfect harmony, blended to perfection.
Praises would come so easy to them, Aang revaling at the fact that Katara, this angel above him, was his wife. (He’d be such a wife guy) And Katara endlessly marveling at how incredible the avatar is, how strong and smart and good he is. Aang would be such a good boy for her, always making sure she’s taken care of first, however she wants it. He’s such an eater for her it’s not even funny, wishing he could spend a life time between her thighs, drinking from her cunt like nectar pooled at her clit.
They’d smother each other in kisses and breathless laughter and endless touches. Aftercare is an absolute must, cleaning and soothing each other over as they pillow talk for what seems like hours. They’re so in love it makes everyone else sick.
Sokka and Aang jerking each other off
I still think they’d see each other mostly as bros, but are still open enough to explore each other a bit. Sitting side by side on the couch, opposing arms slung over the back as the others stroked each other. There wouldn’t be much talking, mostly teasing over who’ll come first. Half awkward smiles and breathy laughs as thighs brush together. Paces wavering as one would speed up his fist and the other would slow.
After a while, Sokka would pull Aang into his lap, lining their cocks together and taking hold of them both. Aang gripping the sofa and caging Sokka in his arms. Grunts and heavy breaths and Aang’s shuddering hips gripped by Sokka’s free hand. Even after they’ve both come, Sokka would keep going. He liked pushing himself, and subsequently Aang, to their limits. The Avatar collapsing into of him, both men breathing hard on each other’s shoulders. Sokka would pat his back like they’re still bros as Aang rolls off to lay beside him.
Toph pegging the hell out of Aang
Toph would peg the absolute life out of Aang. I’d like to think she’d be courteous enough to put a pillow under his stomach, even with one hand clamped to his neck and the other pressing crossed wrists into his back. She’d be a relentless tease, playfully degrading as she’d mock how loud he moans and how the avatar makes such a good bitch.
She’d switch her pace often to find why makes him whines the hardest. She’d make Aang grip the pillow like a virgin, whining at how good she’d stretch him out. Strong, calloused hands gripping his ass as she’s bounce him off her strap, his hands bound by her moon rock bracelet. She’d like switching positions a lot, liking at how embarrassing he gets on his back, pushing his thighs back as she’d plow into him. Toph isn’t the type to kiss him, but i’m sure she’d bite and spank, knowing even without sight that she was bruising him real good for the others to see.
She’d spread his thighs and spank him right there, biting over his shoulders in doggy, intoxicated on all the vibrations, picking up every little movement he’d make. Toph wouldn’t touch his dick too much but she’d squeeze the base or tip to ruin some of his orgasms, laughing at his whimpers as he’d leak all over himself. And you know she’s not giving aftercare. She’d leave Aang to clean himself up while she goes to get herself off.
Service switch Zuko
Still a little stuck on how bad he use to treat Anng, Zuko would want to please Aang, doing whatever he thought would make the avatar feel good. He’d kneel before the avatar and take him in his mouth, pulling Aang’s hands to his hair and have him use his throat. Aang wouldn’t be rough so Zuko would put his hands behind his back and breathe steadily through his nose as the avatar fucks his mouth.
Zuko would take sweet time working his fingers into Aang’s entrance, moving up one finger at a time. I like to think they’d fuck on their sides, Zuko spooning Aang as he grinds his hips into him. He’d try and match Aang’s energy, only changing pace when Aang quietly pled for more. Zuko would mostly be quiet, trying to keep his breath steady as he tries not to come too fast.
He’d only get vocal after asking if Aang wanted to switch, offering his body to be used. That’s when Aang would take over, liking to reciprocate Zuko for his kindness. He’d be a little more rough than Zuko, complying with how the fire lord says to not hold back. There wouldn’t be too much talking, but Aang definitely likes to tease him a bit, telling Zuko how tight and warm he feels, how good he is at taking him.
Group sex
Aang, the established bottom, is the only one lying down. Katara straddles his hips with her feet tucked under his ass, riding him real slow. Toph has his thighs over her lap as she buries her strap inside him. Toph is a ‘touch me not’ for the most part, preferring to feel up on Katara’s chest as she fucks her husband. Zuko would be knelt by Aang’s head, getting stroked off and sucked between the avatars overwhelmed moans.
When Katara would finish at go for her bath, Sokka would swap in and join by Zuko. They’d make out over Aang as he’d alternate with between sucking and stroking them off. When Aang’s arms gave out from pleasure, the two would stroke each other over Aang’s face, giving the avatar a double facial.
Toph would want to swap out with Zuko, letting the fire lord take her place between Aang’s legs while she violently makes out with Sokka. I think she’d keep her panties on as she rides Aang’s nose, smacking his hands away when he tries to hold her thighs. Zuko would take mercy on the avatar and lap up the mess Aang left on his stomach, soothing his hands over where Toph had gripped him to bruise. After everyone was sexed out and washed up, they’d cuddle together, all cozied in the unbreakable bond they’ve forged, with Aang warm in the center.