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Katara woke up blearily to the feeling of lips pressing against her neck. Blinking her eyes open, she took stock of where she was—in her room she shared with Aang, still half-asleep and twisted in bedsheets. Aang himself was halfway on top of her, gently kissing along Katara’s collarbone and waking her up slowly. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, and in the dim moonlight, it read that it was… past midnight. She must have slept through dinner.
Katara recalled that she had gone to bed hours ago, a killer headache splitting her skull open to the point that she couldn’t even think. Aang had made sure she rested: tucked her in, kissed her forehead gently, and returned to work, telling her to come find him if she needed anything. She said that she’d be okay, that a short nap would fix her.
Now, her head was no longer hurting, but heat began to pool in core as Aang slowly kissed down her sternum, onto her breasts. She wasn’t wearing much, just a silken slip, her preferred outfit for the night. The hem of it fell to her thighs and no further, keeping her cool through the hot summer nights, like this one, where everything felt hazy and sleepy and slow.
Crickets chirped. The bedroom door slowly creaked open. Katara moaned as Aang’s lips moved over the lace of her slip. She reached a hand into his hair and–
Hair?
Katara sat up swiftly, a chill sweeping over her body. Not-Aang sat up in front of her, grinning hungrily.
What?
The man in front of her was Aang, except… with hair. She shook her head. That wasn’t possible. She had seen Aang only hours before, and he was still wonderfully bald, his tattoos bright against his skin. This not-Aang was… the exact same. Stark tattoos, strong muscles, calloused hands resting on her thighs. A full head of hair. He looked strangely like Kuzon, Aang’s alter-ego from when they visited the Fire Nation. But… that was just Aang. It wasn’t an entirely new person, and it definitely wasn’t the figure in front of her now, shirtless and strong and shaped exactly like her husband. Her breath came short and shallow.
Katara wondered if she was going crazy as a shadow filled the doorway.
Aang!
Wait.
Katara looked at the figure in the door, then at the man looking up at her from between her legs. Guilt crept into his expression as he kept staring at her hungrily.
Katara looked back towards the door, at Aang, her Aang, not this… this Kuzon, and she felt vaguely insane.
What the fuck was going on?
Brain finally catching up to her body, Katara shrieked and kicked her way backwards on the bed, sitting up near the headboard and away from Kuzon—Aang?—her foot meeting his shoulder in the process. It barely registered. A gust of air flew in from the doorway, lifting Kuzon and throwing him towards the wall opposite the bed, away from Katara. She heard him grunt as he fell to the floor, a hairline crack appearing in the plaster from the force of the impact. Katara swiftly got to her knees on the bed, shaking slightly.
“What is happening?” Katara asked, terrified. She looked over the edge of the bed, where not-Aang, Kuzon, whoever was slowly sitting up, tilting his head to either side and massaging the impact out of his body. He moved exactly like Aang did. “Who are you?”
Aang—the real one, she was sure—swiftly made his way towards where Katara sat, closing the door behind him, and pulled her into his arms. She pressed her face to his bare chest, gazing horrified as Kuzon—she didn’t know what else to call him—slowly rose up to his knees, fingers flexing against the floor. Katara tried desperately not to think about what he was about to do on the bed, where those fingers were reaching. Her heart beat wildly, pounding against her ribcage, and she was sure that everyone in the room could hear it, that Aang could feel it against his skin.
She looked up at Aang, and saw that he was just as confused as she was.
“Who… who are you?” Aang repeated intensely at Kuzon’s answering silence. Katara looked back at Kuzon to see him smiling, all teeth. It wasn’t the playful grin she always saw on Aang’s face. It was something sharper, distorted; so unlike Aang that it only terrified her further.
“I’m Kuzon,” he answered simply. Aang’s face only grew more bewildered as his own voice echoed back at him. “You don’t remember me?”
Aang shook his head slightly, pulling Katara in tighter. She let him. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Kuzon, from the intensity of his stare, from the crooked grin on his face as he looked between Katara and Aang. His tattoo, still an arrow on his forehead, shone in the moonlight.
“You’re not real,” Aang said, almost like he was reassuring himself and not informing Kuzon. “You’re some… some trickster spirit, or something, and you’re trying to hurt Katara.” He sounded terrified, alarmed that a spirit could have gotten so close to Katara without his knowledge. He was shaking, slightly, as Katara held onto him. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen him this scared.
Kuzon tilted his head, still grinning.
“I would never want to hurt your wife,” he said dangerously. His gaze turned to Katara as he kept speaking to Aang. She was struck again by how exactly like her husband this spirit looked. “Ask her. Was I hurting her?” He reached out to brush a finger against Katara’s ankle, and she bent her knee further, pulling it away. Kuzon’s expression flickered for a second before returning to that sharp smile.
Katara did not think of where his fingers were a matter of minutes ago, did not think of the hot breath of Kuzon in her own mouth as his hands gripped at her ass, her thighs…
Guiltily, she looked up at Aang, who was still staring intensely at Kuzon. They formed a strange triangle of looks, each trying to take stock of the other’s thoughts. Aang broke his gaze to meet Katara’s eyes.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, voice straining.
Katara simply shook her head. She hoped that Aang could see how sorry she was, how she really, truly didn’t know that it wasn’t him, that she didn’t want anyone but him…
That’s not true, is it? Aang’s voice rang quietly in her head. Except it wasn’t Aang.
She turned her head sharply towards Kuzon, who had finally stood up from where he had been knocked down.
“Why are you here?” she asked finally, “Why are you in my head?” Her voice came out hushed, betraying the extent of her confusion. The extent of her desire, really, because despite it all, despite the fact that she had no idea who Kuzon was or why he was here or what he was trying to do, he was right: she still wanted him, wanted to know where his hands were trailing, wanted him mouthing at her again.
She factored in Aang’s arms around her, his hard chest that she was pressed against, the familiarity of his grip and voice and heat. She wanted him, too, she realized with a blush. His thumb was rubbing circles on her back, and she wanted him.
Katara felt a bit dizzy, suddenly.
Kuzon just laughed at her thoughts. Aang’s face turned murderous.
“Are you reading her mind?” Aang asked, voice low and dangerous. He quickly pulled Katara off the bed and placed her feet on the ground. She let herself be handled, still slightly delirious, until Aang tried to send her behind him, as though his body was a sufficient enough shield for whatever Kuzon was doing. She halted his efforts and stood beside him, but allowed Aang to keep a protective hand on her waist.
Kuzon watched this happen quietly and waited for Katara to challenge him, to say something. When she didn’t, he spoke.
“Your thoughts are all your own, Katara,” Kuzon informed her, and Katara’s face heated. So he wasn’t putting these ideas in her head, ideas of herself pressed between Aang and Kuzon… that was all her.
Okay. Fine. She could maybe address that later.
You could address it now, Kuzon suggested.
Katara gasped sharply, shocked at the suggestion. Blushed at its implication.
“Get out of her head,” Aang said, stepping forward and releasing her waist. Kuzon took a step back, raising his hands up to either side of him. “I should get rid of you right now, call the guards and get you removed from our rooms.”
“You could,” Kuzon challenged, and Aang frowned further, taking another step towards him. This time, Kuzon stayed where he was. Katara’s legs felt a little weak. “Or, you could ask your wife if she wants me to leave. You’re not letting her speak, Aang. What does Katara want?”
Aang looked back at Katara, rage receding into curiosity, eyes softening as he took into account her face, her blush. Kuzon may be able to read Katara’s mind, but Aang… she was always able to speak it to Aang.
“Katara,” he asked softly, then glanced at Kuzon before reaching a hand out to cup Katara’s face. She tilted her head, placing her cheek more firmly in his palm. “Would you… like me to get rid of him?”
Katara gazed up at Aang and shook her head slightly. She felt desperation reach into her, steeled herself to say what she really, truly desired.
“I want…” she started, then glanced towards Kuzon, who was grinning again. His teeth were just slightly sharper than Aang’s and Katara closed her eyes for a second at the thought of how they would feel on her neck. She let out a soft breath and opened them again, only to see Aang’s gaze boring into her, confused and betrayed. Her heart panged.
“Do you… want him?” Aang asked, voice limned with shock.
Katara shook her head fervently. “No, I…” she trailed off again, and then took another deep breath. “I want… this,” she said softly. Kuzon took a step towards both of them. Neither Katara nor Aang moved, just darted their gazes towards him and then back again, trapped in their own little bubble. Katara’s knees buckled slightly, and before Aang could reach out to steady her, Kuzon was behind Katara and holding her waist. She felt dizzy again, thrown by how quickly he had moved. His arm around was hard and stable, and almost exactly like Aang’s. Heat radiated off of him and onto her back. She watched as Aang looked up from Katara to meet Kuzon’s gaze. They were the same height, both towering over Katara and glaring at each other over her head.
Aang opened his mouth to speak, to warn Kuzon away, but he interrupted. His voice rumbled from behind her.
“Let Katara say what she wants,” he demanded. Aang’s expression hardened. Katara bit her lip, and reached out to Aang’s face and pulled it towards her. She searched his eyes for… something. A sign that he wanted her to call the guards, that he wanted Kuzon out. All she saw was openness. Desire. He nodded slightly at her silent question. Do you want this, too?
“I want… both of you,” Katara finally whispered, and Kuzon’s grip across her waist shifted, his palm moving across her stomach and lower to rest on her hip.
Aang shifted, too, his fingers reaching into her hair and tangling in them.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, eyes wide, and Kuzon snorted a laugh. Aang glanced back up at him angrily. Kuzon leaned down behind Katara, breath ghosting over her ear. Aang’s eyes followed him, and Katara knew that they were still glaring at each other.
“Are you sure?” he whispered. Katara shivered.
She nodded slowly.
“Use your words, Katara,” they both commanded simultaneously, and she raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp, jumping at Aang’s voice on both sides of her, surrounding her. Heat gathered in her core, sharp and sudden.
“I… yes,” she said, pulling her fingers away from her lips. Aang’s eyes darted to watch their path. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Aang’s gaze darted back to her eyes again, and he steeled himself with a breath then nodded. His fingers in Katara’s hair tightened slightly, and he tugged her head forward, pulling her into a kiss. It was soft, at first. Familiar, and Katara met him where he was, hands flying to his chest for balance. Aang’s other arm reached around Katara’s waist, pulling her towards him and away from Kuzon, who stepped even closer, pressing his chest against Katara’s back. His own hands ghosted over her hips and up her back, and she moaned into Aang’s mouth when Kuzon’s met her neck, his practiced fingers pulling her hair away from her nape.
At the sound Katara made, Aang’s kiss intensified, pressing into her. She felt overwhelmed, suddenly, two mouths on her, still dizzy and delirious with desire. She wanted more.
She broke away from the kiss and twisted herself out of both their hands and stepped back. Katara looked between the two of them, standing side by side: Kuzon’s grin and Aang’s soft, stricken gaze, kiss-drunk already. It struck her again how alike they looked… no difference, really, except for Kuzon being slightly sharper. Drawn in harsh lines instead of soft ones.
In the dim light, though, they looked the same. If Katara closed her eyes, they’d probably feel the same, too. Sound the same, like she had just discovered.
She wondered for a second if Kuzon would whimper the same way Aang did when he was close to coming. She suddenly wanted to find out, wanted nothing more than to compare the sounds that the two of them made, catalog their expressions as she did the same things to both of them, as they both moved against her.
She was a healer. This was what she did, right? Study bodies, see how they react?
Katara reached her hands up to cup both Kuzon and Aang’s faces. They gazed back at her, expressions earnest. They were waiting for her to decide what happened next. She was in charge, despite their harsh commands and insistence from earlier. If she wanted them to take over, they would, but… it was up to her.
What do you want, Katara?
Katara’s gaze turned sharply towards Kuzon.
“I want you to stay out of my head,” she said, and his face fell slightly. “You don’t get to have any power over me or Aang. Stay out, or this ends.” Kuzon nodded, agreeing. Again, Katara wondered where he had come from.
She didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she leaned forward to press her lips to Kuzon’s. He kissed her back, exactly like he had earlier, hunger evident in the way he moved. He still tasted like mint. Katara felt Aang’s eyes boring into her, his gaze focused on where her and Kuzon’s lips met. She pulled away and looked at him, guilty. She would stop this, if he asked. Get Kuzon out of here, call the guards if he wanted her to.
“Are you…” she started, and Aang just nodded, dazed.
“I’m okay,” he said, then moved towards Katara. “We should… we should get you in bed, though,” he whispered.
We.
Kuzon laughed sharply, then pulled Katara back into him. Aang mouthed at her neck instead, then bit lightly. Katara gasped.
“Bed,” she whispered into Kuzon’s mouth, her hand reaching up to grasp around Aang’s head. She turned her head and looked down at him. “Bed,” she repeated.
Aang lifted her in one smooth motion, Kuzon following close behind as he walked to the large bed they shared and gently sat her down. The two of them stood side-by-side again, gazing down at her as she looked back up. They were both so… large, she realized, something twinging in her core. Aang, whose body she knew more than her own, was already so big, but… two of him was… a lot.
Aang bent over to kiss her again, and Katara knew he could taste Kuzon and the mint on his breath. Kuzon knelt in front of her, beginning to lift the hem of the slip she was wearing. Her hand flew to his hair as Aang lay her down on the bed, one knee on the mattress for balance. Lying prone, Katara watched as Aang pulled away to look at her, taking in the heave of her breasts and the thin fabric that her nipples poked through. Katara drifted her gaze over to where Kuzon sat, fingers creeping up her thighs.
Katara didn’t have anything on underneath, and Kuzon huffed out a laugh as he swept a finger through her folds.
“So wet already, Katara,” he said, voice low. Aang’s eyes narrowed at the sound of his own voice. Katara couldn’t imagine how jarring this must be for him, hearing his voice taunt Katara while knowing that it wasn't him who was doing it. Kuzon swept past Katara’s slit again, and she let out a small gasp, suddenly forgetting her qualms. She pulled Aang back down to her, desperate to kiss him again. He let her, collapsing onto the bed next to Katara, his hands wandering across her body. One arm around Katara’s waist, he lifted her just slightly off of the bed, and Kuzon took the opportunity to push Katara’s slip over her hips, baring her lower half entirely. The fabric pooled around her waist. Katara moaned into Aang’s mouth when Kuzon began tracing circles around her clit with one hand, the other gripping onto Katara’s thigh. Aang pulled away for a second, looking into Katara’s eyes, watching as they began to glaze over in pleasure.
“You alright?” he asked, and Katara nodded dumbly, distracted by the feeling of Aang’s hand moving over her nipple, pinching it softly. He bent his head down and through the thin fabric of Katara’s slip, wrapped his lips around it. Katara keened, and felt a brush of air as Kuzon chuckled in between her legs.
“So needy,” Kuzon teased her, fingers moving carefully and begging to prod at her entrance. Katara’s hips bucked, and Aang held them down. He pulled himself off of her breast, leaving a wet spot on Katara’s slip that cooled in the night air.
“Very needy,” he agreed, a small grin breaching his face as Katara stared at him, wide-eyed. She already struggled to keep her composure when Aang teased her in bed, but two of him? She turned her head away, face on fire. With a gentle hand, Aang moved her head back to where it was, disapproval evident in his expression. “Eyes on me, Katara.”
“Or me,” Kuzon piped up from between her legs as he slowly inserted two fingers into Katara. Her hips bucked again, desperate for him to move, to give her what she needed. Aang frowned, still holding Katara down.
“No, just me,” he shot back, and Kuzon shrugged, backing out of the argument.
“Whatever Katara wants,” he murmured, and put his mouth against her. Katara groaned as Kuzon licked into her, the flat of his tongue firm against her core. His fingers began moving, pumping in and out steadily, and Katara’s breath came out in gasps and moans, already overwhelmed. She kept her eyes on Aang the whole time, who was watching her carefully. Katara’s eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and Aang put a hand in her hair and tugged.
“I said, eyes on me, Katara,” he whispered into her ear, and then moved down to suck marks into her neck. Katara moved a hand into Kuzon’s hair while the other wrapped around Aang’s head. She let the sensation build in herself, pressure growing and coiling in her stomach through her limbs, up her body. Her legs kicked uselessly, one catching and then resting its foot on Kuzon’s shoulder. The other one was held to the side by Aang, opening up Katara so that Kuzon had easier access to her center, fingers and tongue relentless, lips sucking at his clit as Katara moaned and bucked and rolled her hips. Both of them, all strong arms and shifting muscles, did their best to hold Katara down, to keep her still. The pressure kept building.
“I’m– I’m close,” she whispered into Aang’s ear, and he eased his lips off of her chest and once again pressed them to her own, kissing her eagerly, swallowing each cry that Kuzon drew out of her.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Aang whispered into her mouth. “You wanna come for us?”
Katara nodded wildly, nails digging into Kuzon’s scalp while her other hand traversed to Aang’s bicep. She squeezed.
Suddenly, a wave crashed, the pressure inside Katara hitting a peak, each individual touch on her causing its own sense of overwhelm. Katara felt like she was floating, her eyes not leaving Aang’s as she panted into his mouth, hips moving through the last waves of her orgasm until it was all too much, Aang’s mouth and Kuzon’s tongue and their hands, so many hands, all over her and holding her down.
“Too much,” she began to babble, “off– too much– I can’t–”
Kuzon pulled his mouth off of her, grinning up at Katara as the lower half of his face glistened in the dim light. His fingers stayed inside of her, but stilled. He glanced up at Aang, who leaned forward to kiss Katara’s forehead and move her hair out of her face.
“She tastes very good,” Kuzon murmured appreciatively, making Katara blush. Aang stilled, his eyes hardening into something dangerous.
“I know she does,” he said.
Then, in one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around Katara, making her yelp as he lifted her over him and brought her to straddle his chest, weight on her knees. Kuzon ducked as Katara’s legs went flying over his head, her arms flailing as she attempted to balance. Her slip fell back over her hips. She gazed down at Aang, who was looking up at her eagerly, hungrily, urging Katara forward over his face.
“This isn’t going to work if he keeps getting jealous,” Kuzon said from where he was still on his knees, and Katara heard him groan softly as he stood up and walked around the bed to the other side in order to face Katara. He glanced down at Aang, who barely even noticed that he was there.
“I’m not jealous,” Aang said absentmindedly, still gazing at Katara. “You think you can take more?” he asked her, grip tightening around her thighs. She didn’t even get the chance to squeak out a yes when Aang pulled her down onto his mouth, licking into her desperately. Katara groaned at the sensation, still sensitive from her last orgasm, and fell forward, straight into Kuzon’s chest. She felt dizzy with pleasure, disoriented from all the sudden movement, but Kuzon’s presence steadied her slightly. He really was just like Aang. She looked up at him, and he captured her lips with his, swallowing each cry that Aang elicited out of her. Katara tried to balance her weight, didn’t want too much pressure on Aang, but he kept tugging her down and keeping her in place. Her slip covered his face, and she suddenly wanted it gone.
Still kissing Kuzon, she reached down to the hem of her slip. Kuzon stilled her hands and grabbed the delicate fabric himself, pulling it up and over her head, separating an inch only to kiss her again as he threw the slip into some far corner. His hands reached for Katara greedily, one palming at her bare tit while the other grabbed at her waist, pulling her up towards him. Aang made a sound of protest, firmly tugging Katara back down towards him.
Aang knew exactly what Katara liked, had now gained years of experience having his mouth and hands on her, bringing her to the brink over and over and over again. He was more practiced than Kuzon, all familiar movements as opposed to exploratory. He licked and sucked and feasted, and Katara gasped with every swipe of his tongue against her, moaning into Kuzon’s shoulder, biting the firm muscle there. Her hand wandered down Kuzon’s chest until it reached the waistband of his loose pants. She dragged the band down further, fingers hooked into the fabric, and Kuzon’s length came free. Katara took it in her hand and looked down, saw Aang with his eyes closed in concentration and Kuzon in her hand and leaned forward to rest her head against Kuzon’s chest. She wasn’t entirely sure yet, but… Kuzon’s length looked remarkably similar to Aang’s. She passed her hand over him once, twice, and heard Kuzon groan into her ear.
“You’re doing so good, Katara,” he whispered, and she kept moving her hand, hips rolling as Aang wrung her out with his practiced tongue.
“Do– do you really think– I– fuck– I taste good?” she stammered out, stroking him to the best of her ability without getting distracted by what was between her legs.
Kuzon nodded against her, breath coming out in pants as he mouthed along Katara’s jaw.
“So good,” he said, “and your husband thinks so, too.” Aang squeezed Katara’s thigh, as if in agreement, and she moaned at the pain of it, her limbs feeling heavy as pressure built in her again, quicker this time, cresting out of nowhere as she came on Aang’s face. Kuzon grinned as her hand stuttered along his length as she rode out her orgasm, then moved her hand entirely, bringing it to his mouth and licking her palm with a wide, flat tongue. He placed her hand back on him again, and she kept stroking, the slickness making her passes more even.
Everything was too much again, Aang’s ministrations relentless on Katara’s clit. She felt like crying suddenly, looking up at Kuzon. He factored in her expression and grinned wickedly again, pulling her in for another kiss as everything kept feeling like too much. She almost did cry, overwhelmed beyond belief until Kuzon grabbed under her ass and lifted her off of Aang, dropping her onto the bed. He was far less gentle than Aang usually was, and Aang frowned until he saw Katara, saw the tears welling in her eyes. He sat up quickly, moving to cradle her face and kiss her softly, reverently. She closed her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “sorry, baby, I didn’t– did I hurt you?”
Katara shook her head.
“No, no. Was just too much suddenly, I…” she trailed off and opened her eyes, gaze latching on Kuzon. He was standing at the edge of the bed, watching them awkwardly, hesitantly, not sure where he fit in here. She reached a hand out to him and he looked at it warily; Katara ignored how she was probably inviting a spirit into her bed, ignored how she basically already had. “I want to keep going,” she said. Kuzon took her hand and she pulled him onto the mattress with a firm tug. He fell in messily next to her and grinned as he began kissing along Katara’s neck while Aang claimed her mouth. Both of their hands moved eagerly across her body, but as one trailed down towards her center again, she slapped it away.
“I need a break,” she said breathily, “but…” her fingers trailed down Aang’s chest and hooked into his waistband. She pulled it down and he sprang free, and Katara twisted her position in the bed and came to sit back on her knees, both Aang and Kuzon panting in front of her. She looked down.
She was right—they matched. She let out a small giggle at the concept of them having matching dicks, laughed at the sheer absurdity of what was going on.
Neither of them seemed very happy about it, their expressions of disapproval now matching instead, and Katara stopped giggling when Aang reached out and pulled her on top of him again, this time straddling him where he was hard and leaking.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, reaching up to kiss her hungrily until she pulled away to kiss Kuzon instead, his hands groping at her ass as he went up to his knees. Aang took himself in hand and began stroking the tip up and down Katara’s slit, and she moaned at the feeling of it, at the oversensitivity. She wanted more again, suddenly, and the room felt too hot and cramped, all three of them breathing in each other’s faces.
“Nothing,” Katara ground out when Kuzon’s head dipped to take her tit into his mouth. Aang’s tip caught on her clit and she gasped. “No– nothing’s funny. Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Both Aang and Kuzon pulled away immediately, and Katara whined, dropping her head into her hands.
“Which one?” Kuzon asked, tilting his head, one finger trailing up Katara’s leg, teasing her.
“And ask nicely,” Aang added. Katara moved her hands away from her face.
“You,” she said, looking down at Aang, glancing at where he was hard beneath her, poised at her entrance.
“Say his name, Katara,” Kuzon murmured into her ear, and she felt like crying again, felt desperate and needy. Her hips bucked against air, desperate for friction, and Aang reached out to grab them, holding Katara still, not letting her chase her own pleasure
“Aang,” she ground out, and he grinned.
“Yes, Katara?” he asked. One hand trailed away from her hip and towards her clit, stroking gently, not putting in enough pressure to satisfy her. She whined in desperation, and Kuzon chuckled softly, his breath ghosting over Katara’s neck before his lips came down to caress it. She groaned, writhing between the two of them.
“Aang, I– please– I need you to–” she stammered out, and Aang just shook his head at her, the corners of his mouth turned up as she struggled to say what, exactly, she wanted. “Aang, I– I need to to fuck me, please,” Katara finally spilled out, gasping as Kuzon bit into her shoulder, teeth sharp.
Aang just laughed and reached up for another kiss before pulling Katara down onto him quickly. He sheathed himself in a swift movement, both of them groaning quietly at the feeling. She was so wet it was embarrassing, already relaxed from her prior orgasms, and she had slid onto him easily, felt him seated deep inside of her. She rolled her hips a couple times, getting reused to the sensation of him inside of her, letting herself feel the stretch of him. Kuzon kept mouthing at her neck, and she reached an arm out to his chest to steady herself, then let it trail lower until she had him in her hand again.
After that, it was all movement, Katara moving slowly over Aang until he lost his patience and began thrusting up into her, pace relentless. Katara felt it deeply each time, gasping with every drag of his against her walls. Her hand kept stroking Kuzon, who murmured into her ear as she moaned each time Aang hit deep. At one point, she looked over at Kuzon’s length in her hand and tried to bend over to take it in her mouth, wanting to feel the weight of it on her tongue. She wanted to see if he tasted like Aang.
Before she could, though, Aang grabbed her chin and pulled her face towards him, kissing her deeply as he kept fucking into Katara.
“Please, don’t,” he murmured into her mouth, panting. “Let me… be the only one who… sees you like that.”
Katara nodded, then held a hand to Aang’s chest, bracing herself as she sat back up. She pulled Kuzon down to her level, grabbing at the back of his head. She liked the feeling of his hair in her hands, found it new and fun. She tugged, slightly, and he groaned.
“Behind me,” she said to him, still riding Aang desperately. Kuzon moved swiftly, one hand roving down to her clit and tracing circles as Katara kept grinding, chasing her pleasure.
One hand reached out to grasp at his head again, behind her this time, and he pulled her in for a bruising kiss. When she released him, she saw that he was staring at Aang. Aang was staring back at him.
Several ideas occurred to Katara at once.
“Kuzon, I– I need you to–” she gasped out, face hot at the sheer amount of things running through her mind. “I need you inside me, too,” she groaned. Aang stilled underneath her, and Katara whined at the loss. She ground her hips again, and Aang held them still.
“Both of us?” he asked carefully. Katara’s brain was foggy with pleasure, but she nodded.
“Both of you,” she confirmed, before either of them could correct her.
“In the same…” Kuzon trailed off, the question obvious on his lips. Katara nodded again, and tried grounding her hips on Aang now that he was distracted. He choked out a groan, then held her still.
“Katara, I– are you sure?” Aang asked underneath her, eyes wide. Katara whimpered, so desperate for friction and to be fucked properly that she had run out words.
“Yes,” she said, “I’m sure. Now please fuck me,” she begged. “Both of you.”
Aang exchanged a glance with Kuzon, who shrugged from behind Katara.
“Whatever she wants,” he said quietly, and slowly lined himself up to her entrance. Katara took a deep breath as he slowly slid in, leaning forward onto Aang as she felt herself stretch, more than she had ever felt before. It was overwhelming and insane, really, the feel of both of them as they slowly moved inside her, each of them whispering in her ear in the same voice, the feeling of their hands, so many hands, all over Katara, on her legs and breasts and hips and waist. She was all sensation, nothing else, each individual feeling melding into one, the pain of the stretch giving way to sheer pleasure.
She groaned into Aang’s mouth when Kuzon thrusted particularly hard, and then groaned again as her hips rolled. Her brain was foggy, none of her thoughts clear, all her words coming out disjointed.
“Yes, please, fuck–” she’d cry out, and both of them would laugh. “I need– please,” she’d say, blushing as they teased her, as they kept telling her that she was doing so good, that she was taking them so well, that she made such pretty sounds.
Somewhere around Kuzon’s teeth on her neck and Aang’s expert fingers on her clit, Katara came again, gasping for breath and unable to move, bone-tired. The two of them kept thrusting into her, their rhythms growing sloppy, messy. Katara stayed there through the overstimulation, kissing Aang as he groaned into her mouth.
As it turned out, both Aang and Kuzon did whine the same way before they came. It thrilled Katara to no end, both of them coming inside of her before the three of them collapsed in a pile, brains clouded with pleasure, gasping for breath. Kuzon pulled out of Katara first, and she whimpered at the loss, at the friction. He chuckled when Aang pulled out too and Katara whimpered more.
Katara was the one to break the taut silence that was only punctured by heaving breaths.
“Kuzon…” she started, and he hummed behind her. “You are a spirit, right?” she said, turning over to look at him, one hand still resting on Aang’s chest. She hoped he wasn’t a demon, or something.
Kuzon just grinned that sharp smile of his again.
“Something like that, yeah,” he said.
Aang sat up warily.
“You’re a manifestation, aren’t you?” he said, and Kuzon nodded.
“Someone out there believed in me too much,” he explained. “Although…” Katara looked at him curiously, waiting for clarification. “I’m not usually this… real. I think… I think someone wanted me, more than usual,” he said. He gazed intently at Katara, who blushed and tucked her head into Aang’s neck. She knew exactly what Kuzon was talking about, thinking back to a couple nights ago where she imagined Aang visiting her like that, disguised.
She heard Aang chuckle softly.
“Your sexual fantasies involve… another version of me?” he asked into her hair, and laughed at Katara’s answering nod. He kissed the top of her head gently, and stroked her hair as she fell slowly into sleep, exhaustion crowding her bones now that she had come down from all her highs.
Aang and Kuzon spoke softly on either side of her, and she felt the dip in the mattress on one side of her fading as Kuzon slowly dissipated. Manifestations were… weird, she remembered sleepily. There one minute, gone the next.
Before she drifted fully into sleep, she opened her eyes with a gasp. Aang looked down at her, concerned.
“I should have had you kiss him!” Katara said with a groan, before tucking her head back into Aang’s chest at his answering bewilderment. “Whatever,” she murmured, “maybe next time.”