A/N: Just want to share some info about the contents of this smut for those who want to know before reading. If you consider that to be a spoiler then skip right to the story!
I just don't want to make anyone feel weird by not giving warning; obviously there are handcuffs, but there is also a part of the fic where Katara puts a couple of fingers in Aang's butt; it's consensual and intended to be sexy but also not something I've really seen in Kataang smut before, so let me know what you think!
The handcuffs had originally been his idea. Sort of, anyway.
That was what she told herself to justify stealing the platinum pair she had in her hands then, entering Toph's office alone while her friend was busy under the pretense of dropping off lunch. She had made her lunch, but she'd thought of Aang with his hands cuffed behind his head the whole time. They'd tried it twice before, with restraints that she had bent from ice, and it had added a sort of mind blowing intensity to their lovemaking that made her flush then just thinking about it—that is, until he'd forgotten himself and melted the ice to touch her both times. This time, she was eager to try with a material that even Toph couldn't bend.
When the front door opened, she glanced up from the handcuffs she'd been fiddling with while lost in thought. Aang eased it open slowly as he came inside, his shoulders slightly slumped, his lips turned down at the corners, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Her heart almost stopped at the frustration and exhaustion in his expression, and then his eyes met her own, and his face brightened considerably.
"Hi Sweetie," he said, his deep voice quiet and lackluster compared to his usual greetings. She waited with a smirk as he closed and locked the door behind him. He turned back to her, a small smile spread over his lips as he locked eyes with her once more. Then, his eyes moved down to scan her body, and still halfway across the room, he froze in place for a moment when he saw what was in her hands.
"Hi," she replied coyly, running her thumb over the wrist of the cuffs in her hands. His pupils dilated as he watched, and she grinned widely.
"Where did you get those?" he asked in a soft breath.
"I stole them from Toph's office," she answered with a smirk. His mouth opened for a second and then closed again, his eyes glazed over as they watched her small, dark fingers caressing the pale metal. "What do you think?" she teased.
"Katara…" he sighed in awe as his gaze finally moved up to her face, taking in the blush that spread over her sweet taupe cheeks, the sly smirk on her lips. "I think you look really sexy holding those," he said, swallowing hard, his mouth going dry at the intensity in her eyes.
"Mmh, I think you'd look sexier with them on," she countered, standing up, unable to take the distance between them anymore. He seemed to notice he still hadn't moved as soon as she got up and he reached out for her. She was in his arms in an instant, a hand behind his head to pull him down for a kiss. Leaning into his warm, hard chest, she tilted her head counter to his, running the tip of her tongue tenderly along his bottom lip. He hummed against her in satisfaction, one of his hands cupping her jaw as his lips parted, her tongue grazing his own so gently, a stark contrast to the harsh cold metal she held in her hand at his side.
As his fingers curled their way into her hair, his other hand slid up over the back of her top, feeling the smooth line of her spine. She melted into him under his touch, moaning into his lips. When she ground her hips forward, she could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing into her; he pulled away with a gasp at the friction.
"What…" he began, then stopped, unsure of what he wanted to say. She watched with unfocused eyes as his Adam's apple bobbed with his dry swallow. She grinned at the effect she was clearly having on him, drawing out the tension between them as she waited for him to gather his thoughts. "What do you want to do?"
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said, trailing her fingers teasingly over the back of his neck and around his shoulder as she spoke.
"Hold onto me, Sweetie," he murmured, his soft voice making her cheeks flush. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and he placed his hands beneath her butt to support her as she wound her legs over his hips, her skirt riding up her thighs in the process. Once in his arms, her center pressing against his hardness through his loose robes, they looked at each other with wide, hungry stares for a moment.
"Aang," she breathed, and then he was kissing her again, his lips moving fiercely against her own as he carried her through the familiar rooms of their Republic City home. The sweet familiar taste of his tongue against her own made her lightheaded, and the way his kiss was desperate and delicate at the same time sent a wave of heat to her core.
They pulled apart suddenly when they reached their bedroom door, and she squeezed herself around him for added support when he moved one hand from her rear to turn the doorknob.
Inside, he set her down gently on the side of the bed, looking at her curiously as if awaiting direction. She surveyed him for a moment, smirking at the sight of his bulging arousal straining against his pants.
"Come sit," she said softly, patting the spot next to her. He followed her directions, sitting beside her with a curious expression on his face. Smiling easily, she set the handcuffs down on the mattress beside them and reached forward to untie the belt that held his tunic tight at his waist. He inhaled sharply at her touch, his silver eyes sparkling as she pulled it from his body. "How was your day? You looked sad when you came home."
His face fell slightly as he remembered, though he lifted his arms to help her lift his tunic over his head. "It's not a big deal; council meetings were just… frustrating today," he said, and his smile came back as he added, "But I felt so much better the second I saw you."
"Me?" she asked, tilting her head in mock curiosity as he began to remove his boots.
"Well," he said, his cheeks flushing, his head ducked down as he moved, "Coming home to see you always makes me feel better, but the handcuffs…"
"What about them?" she prompted as he straightened back up, his boots resting neatly on the floor against the foot of the bed. Then she gave a gentle tug on his loose pants, offering a small smile as she said, "These too, Sweetie."
His cheeks darkened as he stood up to remove those as well, and he offered her an embarrassed grin as he answered, "I'm really excited to try. It was all I could think about once I saw them in your hands."
"Try what?" she pressed, watching with a familiar haze in her eyes as his fully hard cock was released from his pants as he tugged them down, his thumbs tucked into the waistband. When he stood up straight again, she eyed him hungrily, taking in the pale blue arrows that swirled around his muscular thighs, the defined curves of his body where they met his hips, the length of his arousal that rose against his toned stomach and the enticing trail of hair that led to it.
"Whatever you want," he breathed, holding a hand out for her. Instead of getting up, she tugged him back to the bed, heat rushing to her core at the helplessly wide grin he gave her.
"Back against the pillows," she said firmly, shifting to kneel on the bed facing him as he scooted back, following her instructions immediately. She waited a moment as he got comfortable and then made her way towards him, leaning down to kiss him, her hair tickling his cheeks and neck. As he went to delve his fingers between her locks, she pulled away, a teasing smirk on her lips. "No touching tonight."
His eyes bore into her own unblinkingly as he watched her sit back. "Katara," he whispered hoarsely.
"I was thinking around the headboard," she said, focusing on her own movements as she began to unwind her wrist wraps, starting with the one on her left arm. "Do you think that would be okay? Would you be comfortable, do you think?"
He nodded vigorously, his hands fidgeting at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for her. She grinned as she watched him, looking up at him as she continued to remove the material from her wrists. "You're so sexy, Aang," she purred.
"You are too," he gasped, "Katara… I want to see more of you, Sweetie; why are you still dressed?"
She giggled as she looked at him, analyzing the hopeful eagerness of his raised brows, his flaring nostrils, his just parted lips, and the delicate blush that colored his cheeks, darkening the bridge of his nose. Finally, she replied coyly, "I can take my clothes off whenever I want; I won't be handcuffed. Give me your hand."
Without thinking, he presented her with his right hand, his eyes unfocused as she took it tenderly in her own. Gently, she began to wrap the fabric around his wide, muscular wrist. She covered only a few inches before doubling back, winding it again around the already covered area.
"Katara?" he asked curiously.
"I don't want your wrists to get hurt," she explained as she finished with one wrist and gestured for his other hand, "Metal's a bit different than ice that you can melt if you need… or want."
He laughed briefly beneath her at her teasing, then remembered what she was saying and doing and felt his mouth dry up again. As she kneeled next to him on the mattress, he watched her work, watched her care for him in a way that soothed something in his soul no one else could reach. His cock throbbed with his desire against his stomach, his heart soaring at the focus in her eyes, just obscured by her gorgeous curtain of soft, wavy hair. She was so sweet and cared for him in every way, even ways he would never consider or ask, and she wanted to handcuff him to their bed and have her way with him. It made him dizzy to think about.
"Thank you, Sweetie," he murmured eventually, as she finished wrapping his second wrist. She surveyed the way he looked, her culture's traditional wrist bindings adorning his pale skin, his skin flushed all over his body with anticipation and arousal.
"Okay," she began softly, "Grab onto the headboard."
He did as she said, wrapping his strong fingers around the wooden bars as she leaned forward to carefully lock each cuff into place around his wrists, looping the chain between the bars of the headboard to hold him in place. Once they were both secured, she sat back on his knees and surveyed her work. "Is that okay? Comfortable?"
She watched him blink slowly, the haze in his eyes giving way to pure heat, burning straight through his charcoal orbs. "Yes," he said firmly.
"Perfect," she said with a grin, sliding her hand over his stomach muscles. She glanced down to catch his hard length twitching eagerly and laughed softly. "You definitely seem excited for this."
"Katara, you have no idea," he sighed, lifting his hips as if to plead for attention.
"Patient," she insisted, a stunning flip in their usual demeanors in bed, and they both looked at each other, somewhat amused and very aroused. Sliding a hand over his thigh to skim between his legs, her fingers caressed his tight sack in a way that made his eyes snap closed and his mouth fall open. "I want to touch you, Aang. Is that okay, do you want that tonight?"
"Please," he whimpered, parting his legs instinctually for her hand as her fingertips moved back further, circling the dry pucker of his entrance. Again, his hard length pulsed with anticipation at the contact.
"Good." She leaned over him to their bedside table to grab the tube of lubricant there. "Lift your legs up to your chest," she demanded, drawing a helpless moan from him as he followed her directions, too far gone to tease or question her.
"I want to see you," he tried again as she settled between his legs, trying to catch her breath as she looked down at his flushed, desperate form beneath her. His muscles quivered in anticipation as she ignored his comment, instead surveying the round curves of his cheek, the way his tattoos stretched over his thighs, and finally, the swell of his arousal, throbbing beneath her eyes as she stared.
"You're so gorgeous," she sighed, squirting a generous portion of lubricant into her hand. Looking up, she spotted the embarrassed red blush that covered his face and grinned at his reaction. "You are," she insisted. With one hand, she reached down to circle her pointer finger around his entrance, her other holding his thigh back against his chest. He jolted at the sensation of the cold lube on her finger, as she usually asked him to help her warm it up first, but he quickly relaxed, soft, pleased sounds leaving his mouth as she teased him.
"Especially like this. Aang… I love doing this for you, you look so sexy, all flustered and vulnerable. No one else gets to see you like this." As she spoke, she pressed a single fingertip past his tight ring of muscle, and she slowly nudged her way inside of him despite the ease with which his body accepted her after all of the nights she'd done this in the past. He whimpered helplessly, his hips twitching desperately. Her eyes jumped from the throbbing vein that ran along the side of his rock hard cock, begging to be touched, to his own gray eyes, watching her with a certain silent intensity.
"You're being so good," she purred, caressing his leg in an attempt to ease his shaking muscles. "How does it feel?"
"So good, Katara," he moaned, his voice hoarse with the tension of his untouched arousal. "Sweetie, please, I want…"
"You want...?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him before glancing down to watch her pointer finger fill him to her knuckle. Waiting for his response, she pulled back before pressing forward to fill him again, smirking at the soft groan that left his lips. "You want me to touch you, right?"
"Please," he begged, shifting his hips anxiously.
Instead, she scooted back so that she could lean down between his legs, pressing a couple of gentle kisses to his inner thigh, just inches from where her fingers thrust gently and slowly into him.
"Katara?" he moaned, and then she heard the sound of the handcuffs' chain hitting the headboard and another soft groan. Glancing up in amusement, she saw him with his head thrown back, his flush spreading all the way up his neck, his arms tense as they clutched the headboard after his failed attempt to reach for her.
"Patient," she reminded him softly, grinning at the desperate tremors that rippled through his stomach muscles. Once he was still again, she leaned forward to lap her tongue gently between his balls, closing her eyes to savor the strangled gasp of pleasure it drew from him. "Okay?"
"Yes," he said weakly, "Katara…"
Finally, she ran the tip of her tongue along the length of his cock, starting at the very base, ending with her tongue trailing along the edge of its head, her shoulders tucked between his thighs and calves as she leaned into him. "Is this better?" she murmured, her hot breath sending a shiver through his body as it hit the wetness left behind by her attention.
"Oh, Spirits, Sweetie, it feels incredible," he whimpered. In response, she closed her lips over the tip of his straining arousal, dipping her tongue in the salty slit there as she teased him. "Fuck, please, please," he pleaded helplessly, his hips twitching back and forth as he fought the urge to thrust up into her mouth.
Between his legs, she removed her finger from him only to push back inside with another, making him moan her name in awe. As she pressed her two fingers into him again and again, she lowered her mouth over his length, taking in as much of him as she could until he was pressing against the roof of her mouth. Then she began to bob her head over him, her wet lips moving over his shaft rhythmically.
With a strangled moan, his hips jerked lightly, drawing a soft, pleased purr from her. She heard the sound of his handcuffs hitting the headboard once again as he tried to reach for her; while being restrained that way had made him feel frustrated before, he whimpered in a soft, satisfied sort of way then. Instead of reaching for her hair, he tried to press his hips down to meet her fingers, searching for more sensation. When she pulled away instead, he nearly cried her name out loud.
"Tell me what you want," she said firmly, looking up to meet his eyes.
"Katara," he gasped, trying and failing once again to move to grab her, "You feel so good, please, keep going."
"But what do you want?" she asked again, her fingers crooking gently as she buried them inside of him. His mouth fell open wordlessly as he stared at her, all charcoal eyes with pupils blown wide and flushed, red cheeks. She sat up for a moment, reaching again for the lubricant beside them, adding more to her fingers before tossing the tube aside.
"Please," he said again, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched her, his hips bucking in search of attention.
"Shh, it's okay," she said gently, soothingly, and leaned down to run her tongue between his balls again as three of her fingers entered him, moving torturously slowly in an effort to avoid hurting him.
"Katara," he insisted, lifting his head to look down at her as she pressed wet kisses to his sack, "More, please, I need you."
Plunging her fingers inside of him, sighing deeply at the way he arched his back in response, she kissed her way up to the base of his cock and then up its shaft. As she closed her lips over his head once more, moving more fervently and deeply than before, she pumped her fingers into him, her index, middle, and ring fingers sliding through his entrance up to her knuckles.
"Katara, oh, wow… Spirits. Sweetie, I'm getting close already," he whimpered. Her heart pounded in her chest at the intensity of his arousal, amazed that she was able to draw him to his peak so quickly.
"You're so amazing," he gasped, watching her, "I want to touch you so badly, you look so sexy right now."
As she moved her lips over his length, she glanced up to look at his face and moaned softly herself at his expression, her lips vibrating deliciously against his cock. His face was red, his forehead dripping sweat, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open just slightly as he watched her. Beneath her hand on the back of his thigh, she could feel his muscles quivering intensely with the strain of holding his legs to his chest and the throbbing energy of his oncoming climax. She tried to tease him more with her fingers, curling them just so to hit a particular spot that made him cry out and thrust back onto her hand.
"Katara!" he cried, gripping the headboard's wooden posts with white knuckles. Staring helplessly into her eyes, he became lost in the way she moved above him, the sight of her pretty dark pink lips moved over his cock, her hair tickling his thighs as she leaned between his spread legs. "Katara… you're about to make me come."
Something about the way he said that, voice strained by his arousal, sent a flood of heat to her center, and she picked up her pace just slightly, her movements gaining speed and precision.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, thrusting up into her mouth as his pleasure finally peaked, exploding into ecstasy as he moaned her name and released into her mouth. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching her eyes close as she swallowed around him, taking in the way she held him in her mouth, teasing him with her scorching hot tongue.
"Katara," he whimpered, spent, and finally she released him from her mouth, her fingers gently sliding from him as she pulled back. They stared at each other in wonder for a moment.
"Wow," he breathed, breaking their silence. "Sweetie…"
She grinned at him as she sat back, giving him space to put his legs back down, then leaned over him to grab a handkerchief off of their nightstand to wipe the lube from her fingers. "I agree," she said softly once she was finished, running her hand over the muscles of his stomach until they trembled beneath her, "But I'm not done with you yet."
As he groaned in anticipation, she stood up and began to undress, starting with her top and working her way down to her bindings. Once she was finally naked, she looked back at him and found his blazing eyes fixed on her, begging to touch her. With a smirk, she climbed onto his lap, a knee on either side of him, and lowered herself until her soaked folds settled on top of his still half hard length.
"Oh, wow," she sighed, resting her hands on his bare chest to rock against him, feeling his arousal grow beneath her.
"You're so wet, Katara," he whispered, his eyes fixed on her own.
"It felt so good to make you come like that," she explained, flushing as she lowered himself to lie on his chest until they were face to face. "I really need you now, Aang."
When he tried to lean forward for a kiss, she met him halfway, groaning as their parted lips met. His tongue found hers right away, and he moaned back to her when he tasted the lingering musky bitterness of his release and then again when he made another failed attempt to reach for her body. She touched his chest everywhere with one hand as they kissed, running teasingly over his nipples until they were hard beneath her fingertips, her other hand cupping his jaw, holding him close. Encouraged by his increasingly hard length beneath her, she ground her hips down into his own, whimpering into his mouth when his cock slid between her wet lips easily, teasing her sensitive bud at the tip. It was hardly a moment before she pulled away, gasping for air, dark blue eyes wild with desire.
"Okay?" she asked, breathing heavily as she watched his reddened face for an answer.
"Yes," he sighed heavily, "Please, Sweetie, I want to feel you."
Immediately, she sat up on her knees, reaching between them to wrap her hand around his arousal, giving him a few teasing strokes that made his face contort with pleasure. "Aang," she sighed contentedly as she finally guided his head to her entrance. She lowered herself slowly, carefully, despite the easy way he glided between her slippery walls, lubricated by her flood of hot, wet arousal.
"Oh, spirits, so good," she added breathlessly as she began to move, her hips rising and falling over his own in a slow, steady pace. As she stared into his eyes, she took the time to enjoy the feeling of the engorged head of his cock pressing past her tight muscles, the sound of his sweet moans as she rode him. "Aang… you can't touch me. Should I touch myself?"
"Katara," he whined, his hips thrusting lightly beneath her, "Please, I want to watch you." Then, he licked his lips before adding senselessly, "You look so beautiful right now, Sweetie, I want to kiss you, at least let me kiss your nipples, they look so pretty."
Instead, she reached up to circle her thumb over her plump, pink-brown nipple, grasping her breast firmly in her hand as she moved. "Ah," she gasped, then, wanting more, she began to gently pinch herself between her thumb and pointer finger instead.
"Please," he begged, running his tongue over his lips again before adding, "Let me. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
Unable to resist him, she lowered herself down above him, an elbow on either side of his shoulder until she was hovering with her breasts just above his face, her thrusts stuttering in their pace as she got settled.
"And you called me gorgeous," he huffed, burying his mouth between her breasts to tenderly lap at the sweat that pooled there before turning his head to take her nipple in his mouth.
"Ah!" she cried out immediately, "Aang, please! More Sweetie, that's incredible."
Right away, his tongue began to flick expertly over her nipple, a rapid pace that he was able to maintain only after years of practice. She arched into him, pressing her breasts further into his face, and he moaned around her hard nipple as she continued to rock her hips into his own. After a moment, he raised his hips to meet hers each time she eased back onto him, slamming into her with enough force to draw a strangled whimper from her throat.
"Aang, yes," she groaned as he continued to buck into her each time she lowered herself, and her eyebrows furrowed with the pleasure of his cock sinking into her so deeply each time they moved together. With one hand, she cradled his temple, her thumb caressing his forehead as he ravished her breast with all the gentleness that their thrusts lacked. His lips pursed around her nipple, sucking and scraping his teeth along her sensitive skin in a way that made her mind full with white hot bliss. Her walls twitched around him, her thigh muscles quivering on either side of his hips, and she giggled briefly, dizzily, into the pillows above him. "I'm almost there already," she whispered.
"I can feel it," he murmured, his breath hot on her wet nipples, causing her to shiver, "but I'm not done with you yet," he added, teasing her in return for her earlier comment. Before she could respond, his mouth was on her other breast, his hot tongue playing with her nipple there.
As he pressed searing kisses to her hard nipple, his words rang through her empty mind, filling it with images of him holding her, making love to her and touching her everywhere. She stared above her at the handcuffs locked around the headboard and sighed, craning her neck down to place a kiss to the top of his head before easing herself back up into a sitting position.
"Katara?" he asked her curiously, his face red, his lips wet from the attention he'd been giving her.
As she continued to buck against him, she reached between them and circled her fingers over her clit, her motions lubricated by the way her juices spread between them. She moaned loudly at the sensation, overwhelmed by the pleasure it provided in combination with the way his arousal plunged into her with each thrust.
Aang simply watched in awe as she sat in his lap and rode him, her fingers working furiously against her center to finally draw out her much needed release, her teeth sunk into her lip as she focused on the way he felt inside of her. "You're so incredible, I want to feel you come for me so bad, please, I can tell how close you are, and you look so fucking sexy touching yourself like that," he gasped out, his eyes locked on her figure moving above him.
"Aang!" she cried, her eyes flying open to meet his own as her walls convulsed, her muscles seizing around him again and again as she gasped for air. When she finally stilled, her thighs quaking with exhaustion around him, her head was dropped down, her hair hanging in a curtain around her face as she tried to catch her breath.
"Wow," he murmured, wiggling his hips gently beneath her, sighing at the way she gave another firm twitch around his arousal. "Sweetie…"
She lifted her head to reveal the deep flush staining her cheeks. Gently, she said, "Can I take the handcuffs off of you? I want you to hold me." He hesitated, so she added with a small smile, "I'm not done yet either."
"Of course," he answered. They groaned together as she lifted herself off of him, and then she leaned over him once more to open their bedside table drawer, where she pulled out a small silver key.
"I was thinking you could lay behind me," she purred as she reached forward to unlock his restraints, "What do you think?"
"I just want to touch you," he told her honestly, and she laughed at his response as she finally freed his wrists from the metal handcuffs.
Once she'd carefully set them down on the table, he tackled her back onto the mattress immediately, covering her gently with his own body as he leaned down to kiss her laughing face everywhere he could reach.
"Aang!" she squealed through her giggles as he shifted off of her to give her room.
"I love you," he said gently, reaching forward to caress her cheek, then her neck and collarbone and finally her breast, where he gave her a soft squeeze. His silver eyes glanced up to meet her own and the intensity there took her breath away. "Turn over, Sweetie."
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal rushing over her whole body; she nodded and did as he said, tucking herself back against his chest, leaving just enough room between their hips for him to reach and adjust his cock until it nudged against her entrance.
"Please," she whimpered, and he drove himself forward to fill her, causing them both to moan.
"Oh, it feels so good to touch you again," he gasped, wrapping his arm around her waist. His calloused fingers worked their way over her ribs to clutch her breast, his thumb running over her hard nipple. She glanced down to look at his pale hand as it moved over her chest, copper in the light of the setting sun coming through their bedroom window, his tattoo broken by the white material still wrapped around his wrist.
"Did you like that, though?" she asked quietly, still eyeing the way her wrist wraps looking on him, "I thought it was fun."
"Of course I did," he said with a low, deep laugh that made her shiver. Burying his face into her hair, he continued to thrust into her, ratcheting up her arousal each time he filled her. "I really needed that tonight, Sweetie. It was so good, I can still feel the way your fingers were inside me before," he grunted as his hips bucked against the round curves of her rear.
"Aang," she sighed, "I want you to come for me again."
"Oh, don't worry, I will," he murmured, nuzzling into her hair to kiss her ear gently. "After you."
She moaned unintelligibly at his words, drawing another deep laugh from him as his speed picked up. "Where do you want me to touch you, Sweetie? Tell me what you need."
"Here, please," she whined softly, her hand closing over his own to guide it down between her legs. He groaned into her ear as his fingers slid through her wetness there, circling her sensitive nub. "Yes," she gasped in pleasure as he found his target.
"Yeah?" he asked quietly, playfully, nibbling gently at the cartilage of her ear, relishing the way she shivered in response. "The handcuffs were such a good idea," he teased. His finger flicked over her clit, his hips pulling back each time until the tip of his arousal just breached her entrance before plunging forward to bury himself inside her once more. She lost herself in the rhythm of it, the sweet tickle of his breath on her ear as he held her. "I felt so helpless—in the best way," he continued, "I just wanted to touch you, to pull your hair and hold your head down in my lap and even to just help you come like this, but Spirits, Katara, watching you just ride me and use me exactly how you needed… that was so sexy."
"Aang," she moaned warningly, thrusting her hips back to meet him. "Your body is perfect, you looked so hot underneath me like that."
He sighed in an effort to clear his mind, swimming as it was with his arousal and desire for her. "I want to do that again some time," he promised in a soft purr into her ear, "But right now I want to hold you, and I want to touch you until you come for me again."
Nudging her hair out of his way with his chin, he began to kiss her neck, humming happily when she moaned in response. She arched her back against him, pressing her butt into his hips, spreading her legs slightly to give him room to get closer.
"Oh, wow," he gasped at the new depth he was able to reach. Between her legs, his fingers picked up speed in their movements circling the sensitive tip of her folds.
"Ah!" she cried at one particularly hard thrust, closing her eyes against the rising swell of pleasure building inside of her once more.
The tremor of her thighs, the twitching of her walls around him, and the pitch of her moans told him just how much she was enjoying herself, and he sighed happily against her neck. "You're getting close already," he said quietly, confidently.
"Yes," she agreed, fisting her fingers in the blanket beside her, her toes curling as he continued to fill her, sending a fresh jolt through her body each time he pushed past her sensitive, slippery entrance. "You feel so good, Aang, I can't help it."
"Me too; I'm going to come with you," he murmured gruffly. She was able to take him in only in small details at a time, from his muscular chest pressed against her back to his warm arm curled around her side to his large fingers, circling her clit endlessly, until the sensation of him all around her brought her pleasure to a head, her muscles beginning to convulse around his cock.
"Oh! Aang," she whimpered, pressing her hips back against him until he was buried inside of her, her knuckles white where she clutched the blanket, riding out wave after wave of pleasure.
"Katara," he moaned, "Oh, fuck, you feel so good."
His expletive made her mouth fall open, drawing out her pleasure as his fingers continued to move between her thighs. When her muscles finally stopped seizing around him, he let out a small growl and began to thrust into her in earnest, her fresh wet heat easing his way. "Yes, Aang, please, I want to feel you come for me again," she breathed.
His hand ran over her stomach and up her rib cage to hold her breast, moaning at the feeling of her soft flesh in his palm. As his movements sped up, he dipped his forehead down to rest on her shoulder, both sweating with their efforts. He exhaled heavily when their tacky skin met, his fingers tending gently around her breast. As he drove into her again, her muscles tensed purposefully around him, and he moaned her name loudly against her, the sensation filling his entire body with exquisite heat. With one more thrust, he cried her name out again and exploded inside of her, his cock throbbing within her walls as she came. She moaned with him at the sensation, soft, quiet whispers of his name.
"Katara," he repeated in awe once they were both still again, gasping for breath together. "Sweetie, you're so amazing."
She grinned as she shifted off of him, turning to her other side to face him. "It was your idea," she reminded him, smiling at his confused expression until it transformed into one of realization.
"I wasn't quite as serious about it as you were at first," he admitted, reaching forward to brush her hair out of her face. Then, he rested his hand on her hip to keep her close to him, his thumb caressing her soft skin there. "Now I'm sold, though. Actually… I think I was sold the moment I walked in the door."
Giggling, she leaned forward to hide her flushed cheeks against his chest. "Your face then alone was worth it," she teased, then, after a brief pause, pulled back just enough to peek up at him and added, "Do you want to talk about what happened today?"
"Today I came home to my gorgeous wife waiting for me in our living room with a pair of handcuffs. Everything before that doesn't matter," he said, sliding his hand down over the curves of her butt.
"I'm glad I could make you feel better, then," she murmured. "Maybe we can keep them; Toph probably won't miss just one pair."
He laughed, pulling her closer until they were pressed together from chest to hips, their legs tangled together. "We're not giving them back, Sweetie," he assured her. "Not after that."
"How are your wrists?" she asked suddenly, remembering the way she had secured her wrist wraps on his own arms to protect them from the harsh metal. She pulled away to reach for his hand, and he removed it from her backside to offer it to her for inspection. Carefully, she unwound the material from his wrist and sighed in satisfaction when she saw the smooth, unbruised skin there.
"Thank you," he said with a smile, "I wouldn't have thought of that. You're so sweet."
As her cheeks blushed a rosy pink, she began to remove the fabric from his other wrist, her eyes darting up to his own to catch the adoration written all over his glimmering eyes. "I love you," she murmured, "Of course I want to keep you from getting hurt."
Once both of his wrists were free, he reached for her cheek with one hand to pull her into a crushing kiss, his lips moving firmly against hers, his tongue tracing her lip lovingly. She groaned into him as she kissed him back. After a moment, they pulled away, both flushed and slightly out of breath.
"Definitely keeping them," he confirmed with a sigh, resting his forehead against her own. As they both panted heavily, trying to catch their breath, she was intensely glad that she'd stopped by her friend's office that afternoon, sure that they would get plenty of use out of the souvenir she had taken.