Inbetween the Lines
Rating: M (for language and sexual situations)
Summary: When opportunity knocks, never have it wait too long.
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I'm breakin' all my rules because of you, you can tell me it's not right
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"Not who I was expecting, I gotta say," Jet remarked after he let Zuko into his room at the local inn.
"Oh? Who were you hoping for instead?" Zuko asked, pushing back his hood, knowing full well who Jet really wanted. And while it strung, it was predictable.
Jet took a seat on the bed. "You know damn well who. So why are you here in her place?"
Zuko plunked down in the chair across from him. "We've come to an understanding."
Jet picked up the forgotten scroll, beginning to read again, though his ears were trained on everything Zuko had to say.
"And?"
Zuko frowned. "Well, it's quite obvious she feels something for you still, and you her," he began. "However, I also have feelings for her and I don't want to stop seeing her."
"Neither do I. So we're at an impasse."
Zuko shook his head. "Not necessarily. We've… well, her moreso, realized that…" he stopped, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, this is difficult."
Jet spared him a look. "It doesn't have to be," he stated so simply, which frustrated Zuko more.
"Well, it is because the last time I did this it blew up in my face."
Jet could not help but glance at Zuko's scar, briefly wondering if he meant that literally.
"Did what?"
"Confess," Zuko lurched out. "Damn it all, I still feel something for you."
Silence fell on them like an approaching storm, neither one daring to move or utter a word, bracing for impact.
However, it all caught up to Jet, who let out a laugh and it lasted for a handful of seconds before he received a shove from Zuko, knocking him onto the bed.
"You think this is funny?" Zuko demanded, pinning Jet's shoulders down as he towered over him. "What about any of this fucking situation is hilarious to you?"
Jet looked up at him, still amused and barely fazed by Zuko's aggressive behavior.
"It's just… Now, now you want to take initiative and it's funny, man," Jet told him honestly. "Do you know how long I wanted to hear that, how long I waited to have you admit it? And now that you have, we're both tangled up in her."
Zuko stared down at him.
"Does this mean you don't...? " he began to ask.
Jet arched a brow. "What? Still feel something for you?" he finished as he lifted his leg to wedge between Zuko's. "You tell me."
Zuko focused and realized what else he felt pressed against his lower abdomen.
"Oh," he stated, face turning red.
"Yeah. Oh. Are you going to do anything about it or are you gonna run away like a coward?" Jet egged on, testing the man looming over him.
Zuko frowned, swearing, before grinding his pelvis against the smart-ass under him, who in turn let out a low groan. Zuko did it a few more times, sighing out himself, the friction feeling amazing, and he had a fleeting thought of how much he missed it.
"This… this shouldn't feel so good," Zuko admitted despite the continued rotation of his hips, wanting badly to feel it without clothing in their way.
Jet gripped Zuko's hips, matching his thrusts. "But it does, so why deny it? Just give in." The latter was whispered into his ear as Jet leaned up to take the lobe between his teeth.
Zuko let out a growl, grabbing the back of Jet's head to deliver a harsh kiss to his mouth, forcing his tongue inside.
Jet responded in kind, wrapping an arm around Zuko's shoulders, rolling them over so that he was on top. Jet proceeded to kiss him, slanting his lips just so to deepen it as he used a hand to yank down Zuko's pants enough to slip his hand in, grabbing ahold of his cock.
Zuko pulled back from the mind-numbing kiss to gasp. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"What I feel like," was Jet's reply while he stroked him, a smirk playing on his lips. "So just shut up and enjoy, old friend."
Zuko did and after a while, the evidence was left all over Jet's hand and some on his own thigh moments later.
"I can't believe we just did that," Zuko said after a moment, panting slightly as he stared up at the ceiling, briefly thinking it needed a new coat of paint soon.
Jet was seated next to him, wiping his hand against the thin white sheet. "If you need to refresh your memory, I'd be happy to oblige."
Zuko laughed, closing his eyes. "I don't doubt it, but I should probably head back," he stated, his mind split between staying there and leaving to face the reality on what happened, the latter definitely bringing more complications to an already messed up triangle they seemed to form.
Jet glanced back at him. "You'd really leave me in this state?"
Zuko sat up to see what the other man was referring to. "You have hands," he replied with a slight grin.
Jet shot him a glare, but a couple of seconds later gained his own smirk. "I do. However, I know a pair that would work a lot better."
Zuko's single brow hitched.
"All I need to do is send a messenger hawk and I'm sure she'd love to help me in my time of need," Jet further explained, his grin broadening.
Zuko frowned. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh? Watch me," Jet supplied, getting off the bed and walking to the door.
Zuko's hand shot out in a flash to grab Jet's wrist as he got off the bed, halting his advance.
Jet simply looked down at Zuko's slim hand encasing his wrist before raising his eyes to look at his face.
"What, you thought just because I helped you get off I would stop pursuing her? I still want her."
Zuko's grip slacken. "So what was this all about?"
Jet shrugged. "A moment. Granted, I want more of them, but if you're not willing to help me…"
Zuko pulled him close, giving Jet a hard kiss before leaning away. "Get back in that bed," he demanded, letting his wrist go.
Jet smirked, sitting down. When that was not enough for Zuko, he pushed him to lie flat on his back and then made quick work of ridding him of his pants.
Zuko was caught off guard when that was the only layer he had to remove, but it was only for a second before he descended forward, his mouth parting to take in Jet's awaiting cock, sucking off the pre-come first before taking the rest into his mouth.
Jet groaned, grabbing fistfuls of sheet into his hands, mumbling something under his breath. When Zuko paused long enough to give a look, eyes curious, Jet repeated more coherently.
"I said, your mouth is almost as hot and eager as hers."
Zuko seized Jet's cock with more vigor, stirred by his words.
Jet chuckled inwardly. Had a feeling that would work.
He also was impressed with Zuko's oral skills. Seemed like the Fire Lord took notes the last time they were together. Zuko's tongue swirled around the head before sliding down his shaft, tightening his lips and mouth to suck hard.
Jet grabbed a handful of Zuko's hair to help guide his head up and down faster, his release quickly approaching.
"So close… "
Zuko bobbed his head more, running his hands over Jet's inner thighs before gripping them and pushing them open more. After that, Zuko scooted closer and sucked for a while longer and within moments felt Jet's come coat his tongue.
Zuko was going to pull back to spit it out but Jet kept his head down in his groin.
"No, I want you to swallow it."
Zuko shivered at the command and gave in, drinking down the load and he felt Jet let him go.
Zuko sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Better?"
"Much," Jet sighed out, stated for the moment.
They fell quiet for a while, both lost in thought. Zuko could not stop the onslaught of guilt he was beginning to feel at what transpired. Not too long ago he got on Katara's case about her outing with Jet but at least they kept their desires mostly contained; but he could not say the same about himself. He was not the one dating two people at once, and yet he was the one doing them both. Zuko felt like the biggest hypocrite.
As he glanced back at Jet, realizing he had fallen asleep, Zuko took that as his cue to leave.
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Katara was on the brink of falling into slumber when she felt a light kiss on her cheek. She stirred, blinking awake. "Huh?"
"Shh. It's just me."
"Zuko? What's going on?" she asked sleepily.
He brushed a long strand of hair off her cheek. "Nothing, just… "
Katara sat up, the covers pooling at her hips. "It has to be, you don't normally come into my room this late."
"I… " he started, then sighed.
Katara frowned, getting worried as she came fully awake. "Did it not go well with Jet?" she asked hesitantly.
He sat down by her side. "I don't even know where to start."
Katara placed a hand over his. "How about the beginning?"
Zuko looked down at their loosely joined hands, and then at her face. Instead of telling her, he showed her.
He leaned in and gave a kiss, to which she responded to immediately, almost automatically and when he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth, Katara pulled back, surprised.
"Why…. Zuko, did you… did he?"
He started to go for another but Katara placed her hands on his chest, keeping him at bay.
"Did he not accept the confession and you just want some comfort right now…" she started, looking into his eyes. "Is that what this is?"
"No, he accepted it," Zuko admitted. "And things are even murkier than before."
"How come?"
Zuko ran a hand through his hair. "I thought that by going over there and telling him how I felt, we would, I don't know, be together or something." He studied her face, sparing the details. "But the thing is… we both still want you."
Katara's eyes widened at that. "But…"
"Like I said, murkier."
Katara bit her lip, thinking. "So where does that leave us?"
"No fucking clue."
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Zuko left her soon after that conversation, delivering a kiss to her forehead, telling her they would think about what to do after a night's rest. However, sleep eluded Katara and it took a long time to enter a dreamless state.
The following morning, Katara awoke and as pieces of the previous night came floating to the foreground, she still did not know what to do about their predicament.
After taking a quick bath and changing into some casual wear for the day, Katara left her quarters and walked down the hall to the dining area. When she reached her destination, Zuko was nowhere to be found and thinking it would a bit weird to eat virtually alone in a big room, Katara went back to her own, pulling the rope.
Looked like she was eating alone that morning.
The rest of the day went by without much incident. Katara attended two meetings back to back, Zuko still not gracing her with his presence, though it was not completely necessary for him to be there, it was just paperwork regarding yesterday's proceedings that required her signature quite a few times.
When dinner rolled around, Katara did not bother leaving her room for it and simply pulled the big, braided rope, requesting some soup, bread, water and a bowl of fruit tarts when a servant answered.
As she sat on the bed, reading through a copy of the trade agreement between her tribe and Gaoling, she heard a soft knocking pattern on the wall.
"Come in."
Zuko emerged from the passageway, closing the pseudo door silently.
"Where have you been all day?" Katara questioned casually, eyes scanning the paper in her hands.
Zuko sat in the vanity chair across from her. "Thinking, mostly with paperwork mixed in."
Katara glanced his way. "Find any answers?"
"Not from my end," Zuko began as he pulled a letter from inside his robes. "However, Jet believes he has them."
Her eyebrow quirked. "Oh?"
Zuko nodded. "He wants us come by the inn, says he can solve everything."
Katara scoffed slightly. "He can be so arrogant sometimes."
He smiled at her. "I can't deny that, but we're still going to go, aren't we?"
She did not have a comeback for that because they both knew it was true.
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They waited until they had the cover of the dark night to take their leave, both wearing cloaks with hoods, keeping their heads relatively low as they made their trek to the inn, using the secret passageway to exit the palace undetected. Once there, Katara knocked on the wooden door and only had to wait a handful of seconds before it opened, revealing Jet who wore just loose pants and a smirk, a piece of wheat straw between his lips.
"Welcome," he greeted, stepping aside to usher in the pair. Only when the door was closed and locked did they both pull back their hoods.
"Drink?" Jet offered, walking over to the small nightstand next to his bed that held two bottles of firewhiskey, one wine bottle, three cups, and a bowl of white cherries.
"Firewhiskey," Zuko requested as he took a seat in a chair across from the bed.
"Katara?" Jet asked her as he prepared Zuko's drink.
She was busy taking in the modest size room that had the usual inn items: a bed, which was neatly made, a nightstand that had assorted drinks and snacks and even a few scrolls, two chairs and a door leading to a bathroom. There were candles scattered around on the curtained off window sills and Katara hoped they would not catch on fire.
"Katara?" Zuko called out, giving her a concerned look.
"Uh, sorry," she said. "Wine for me please."
Jet poured her a cup and handed it to her, his fingertips grazing hers briefly, which caused Katara to blush and avert her eyes. She chastised herself for still reacting to him.
As they all sipped their respective drinks, Jet took it upon himself to get the ball rolling.
"As I stated in my letter, I have a proposal for you both," he started without preamble. "It became clear to me when Zuko came by yesterday."
Zuko swallowed, the memory still vivid in his mind. "And?"
Jet leaned back in his chair, crossing his ankles. "There is obvious mutual attraction between all of us and so, instead of going around in circles about it, we should just go ahead and make this a true threesome."
Zuko choked on his firewhiskey, coughing up the dregs.
"What!" he exclaimed, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.
Katara came over and patted Zuko's back as she cast a shocked look at Jet. "You're kidding, right?"
Jet glanced between them, eyebrow raised slightly. "I don't joke about what I want. The question is, do you two want the same thing?"
Katara looked down at Zuko, who in turn gave her a thoughtful look; and after what felt like hours, Jet frowning at their silent discussion, Katara finally looked his way.
"I'll… I'll try it," she finally stated as she walked the short distance over to Jet, leaning down toward his ear to whisper, "but I think Zuko needs more convincing."
Jet grinned. "I think that can be arranged," he said quietly back and with a quickness, pulled Katara into his lap, who let out a slight squeak, her drink sloshing in her cup from the action.
"Although," he began, deftly taking the cup from her hand to place on the nightstand before untying the top knots that held her cloak closed. "You're wearing far too much right now." Jet pulled the outer garment off her shoulders and down her arms, his eyes widened at what she wore underneath.
"The dress from the shop…" he muttered, surprised and turned on more.
Katara turned red. "Y-Yeah. I still need to wash my clothes and this was all I had left to wear," she tried to excuse away.
"That wouldn't be an issue if you would let the servants simply do their job," Zuko piped up, taking a swig of his drink.
Katara frowned at him, standing up, not caring that the cloak fell off of her to pool on the floor.
"Don't give me that, Zuko. I tried at first, but I'm used to doing it myself and anyway, it feels weird having someone else wash my clothes, especially my undergarments."
Zuko did not respond because he was distracted by what she wore. It was a dark blue qipao dress that went a little above her knees, simple in design with short sleeves lined with little white flower patterns. However, it was how it fit her snuggly, punctuating her curves that made his reply, whatever it was going to be, lodge in the back of his throat.
Jet stared at her too, but recovered faster than Zuko, and when he stood, tossing the grass straw to the side, he walked up behind Katara, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Katara turned her head. "Jet?"
He slid his hands down her arms. "Pay me no mind, Katara," he whispered. "Watch him. See how his eyes drink you in. How much do you want to bet he wishes he was in my place right now?"
Katara swallowed, looking at Zuko, whose eyes were almost molten in color.
She felt Jet slowly caress her arms before his hands came around to her front, gripping her hips to pull her flush against him.
Jet leaned into the crux of her neck, inhaling her scent. "Intoxicating," he whispered against her skin, which made her shiver.
"Jet…" she started, her eyes closing.
"What did I say earlier?" he mumbled into her soft skin. "Watch him."
Katara opened her eyes again, studying Zuko through half lidded eyes. He was looking at them with rapt attention, eyes still a dark shade as he drank from his cup slowly. Katara watched his throat bob as he swallowed, and when Jet let his hands roam down her hips, his teeth grazing her neck just so, Zuko took another swig from his cup before getting up to approach them.
"You're doing it wrong," he stated, shedding off his cloak, letting it fall to the floor without a care.
Jet peered up at him while Katara looked at him questionably.
Not saying anything else, Zuko grasped Katara's chin in his hand to tilt her head back slightly, leaning in to deliver a nibble just shy of her throat, right on the pulse point. Katara visibly shuddered, a gasp escaping past her lips, the actions almost vibrating through to Jet behind her.
He inclined his head away to watch, not expecting that, though he kept his hands on her hips. He witnessed how Katara shook between them and would let out little noises while Zuko dragged his tongue in circles on her throat before taking the skin between his teeth.
Katara gripped at Zuko's shoulders and while most of the sounds she made were due to his ministrations, she could feel Jet pressed against her from behind. Between them she started to feel overwhelmed, yet she could not remember another time in her life she ever felt so wanted.
Zuko finally pulled back and glanced at the modest sized hickey that formed on Katara's neck. Jet, however, did not let her have much of a reprieve before descending to the other side of her neck, latching onto it as his hands slid down to the hem of her dress.
"J-Jet…" she stuttered out, feeling her dress start to inch up past her thighs.
Zuko watched for a moment, and not wanting to be idle nor be out-done, he reached for the ties at the top of her dress, undoing them carefully.
Katara bit her lip, her mind racing. She could not believe any of it was happening. Too many hands were unwrapping her like a package, so much warm breath blowing on her heated skin. A set of teeth on her neck, a pair of lips on her collar-bone, she was just about ready to implode.
"Wait," she whimpered but it was loud enough for the young men to halt their advances, both pulling back.
"Katara? Are you okay?" Zuko asked first, concerned.
Jet rubbed her arm soothingly. "Too much too soon?"
Katara swallowed before answering. "Yes? No? I don't know," she replied with a small laugh. "This is all so new to me."
"It's new to all of us," Zuko assured her, giving a smile.
"Actually…" Jet started, to which the pair shot him a look. Jet shrugged. "What can I say? I'm worldly."
Katara resisted the urge to do an eye-roll. "That's one way of putting it."
Zuko did it instead before glancing her way. "Would you like to take it down a notch or two?" he asked, despite his body protesting against his inquiry.
"I mean… we've come this far, right?" she replied.
"Good enough for me," Jet remarked with a grin. He then spun Katara around by her shoulders to deliver a hard kiss to her lips.
Her gasp was muffled by his mouth and she was almost too stunned to do much else.
Zuko tugged the front of her dress down to grasp her ample breasts in his hands, leaning in to whisper, "If at anytime you want to stop, just say the word."
Katara could only nod as both guys took their time exploring, Jet's tongue in her mouth while Zuko's practiced hands massaged her breasts fondly. After a moment she felt her dress getting bunched at her waist and she simply wanted it off.
Leaning her head away to stop the fast becoming addictive kisses from Jet, Katara told them to either pull the dress over her head or push it down past her legs because it was in the way, to which they were happy to oblige, both voting to push it to the floor.
The under-wrapping she used to wear in her early teen years were a thing of the past, for Katara adapted to wearing more loose fitting shorts and a simple wrap around her chest that was akin to what women wore in the Fire Nation at the beach; though the undergarments were made from a softer, more breathable material.
Not that any of that mattered to the guys; Jet was busy touching the hem of the shorts while Zuko started to untuck the back of the wrap.
"Hold on now," Katara spoke up, stepping away a bit. "You two need to start undressing, it's only fair."
Jet smirked, not having qualms with that. However, Zuko stiffened, for the thought never even occurred to him. He honestly did not think they would proceed so far in such…activities.
Jet stepped close to his former lover, slinging an arm over Zuko's shoulders. "Don't tell me you're suddenly shy?"
Zuko frowned. "No. I just…"
"Would it help if I went first?" Jet asked honestly, already hooking his thumb on the waistband of his pants.
Zuko turned pink, swallowing. "I guess? Fuck, I don't know."
Jet looked at him questionably before turning his attention to the woman that had fallen silent. She had made her way over to the bowl of cherries, snacking on them one by one as she sat on the bed. Jet watched her eat pieces of tiny fruit and could not help but become increasingly aroused at the sight of the round fruit entering her mouth only to emerge a moment later as a seed, to which she spit into her hand.
"What are you really afraid of?" he whispered. "You know I'm willing to see however this plays out. And she's willing, despite all the bullshit we've put her through years ago. Somehow, some way, she's attracted to us and wants us," Jet continued.
Zuko mulled it over. "It's one thing to talk about doing stuff together, but what if she sees how we act," he said softly. "What if it scares her off, or worse…disgusts her?"
Jet smiled wistfully. "Only one way to find out," and with that, he pushed down his pants, stepping out of them and going over to Katara, who by then was reading a scroll while still snacking on the fruit.
Zuko watched them. Watched how Jet asked Katara if she liked the story, and she in turn said it was a little raunchy for her taste. Watched how Jet's face lit up at her giggle after he told her he had done worse. And as Zuko watched Jet sit down and whispered into her ear, her face growing red from whatever he said, Katara's eyes locked onto his and that was when he knew he had to take a chance.
Zuko stripped off his short-sleeved tunic, then his pants, leaving his underwear on for the moment, before walking over to the pair.
"Bout time you came over," Jet replied with a smirk.
"Shut up," Zuko told him. He then leaned down to kiss Jet square on the mouth.
Katara looked on in fascination, both aroused and amazed at how different their kiss was. There was more aggression, more vigor, and their mouths seemed to be in a power-play for dominance. Zuko's hands gripped the back of Jet, while he in turn wound one of arms around Zuko's shoulders. His other arm did not stay motionless as Jet brought it around her waist, pulling her close.
She then felt Jet's hand slowly graze her thigh before his fingertips gently touched the crotch of her shorts, sneaking the digits inside the garment to rub at her center. Katara let out a moan at the contact as she watched them still duel with their mouths and tongues.
Eventually Jet won out, for Zuko pulled back to catch his breath.
When Zuko opened his eyes he saw what Jet was doing to Katara and noticed just how wet her shorts had become since his and Jet's fever-pitched kiss.
"See, Zuko. You had nothing to worry about," Jet remarked, his index finger fully inserted inside Katara's vagina, moving it in and out before pulling his hand away to hold it out for Zuko to see. "Here's your evidence right here."
Katara pinked at how much of herself coated Jet's finger before asking, "Why would you be worried, Zuko?"
Zuko looked at Jet's hand, then at her. "I didn't know how you'd react to seeing us engage in such matters," he started, taking a few steps over to her, placing his hands on her knees. "But now that I have…" He trailed off, kneeling down while spreading Katara's legs.
She gulped. "Zuko?"
Jet watched on with great interest, licking his finger while Zuko bent inwards to the crux of Katara's thighs, and, pushing the shorts aside, buried his face into her crotch. Jet could practically hear the wet lapping noises accompanied by Katara's moans as Zuko licked and sucked at her center.
Despite enjoying the show, however, Jet was always more of a participator than a by stander, so he moved behind Katara, effectively sandwiching her between them, gliding a hand down her stomach and then ascending it down to Zuko's head, gripping his hair and pulling him back.
"What the fuck," Zuko gasped out, licking his lips. "I wasn't finished yet."
Jet grinned. "I know, just wanted to try something," he started before letting Zuko's head go in order to part Katara's vagina folds. "Put your tongue in as far as you can."
Katara gasped as the cool air hit her sensitive area. "Jet?"
"Trust me," he whispered into her ear. "Zuko, get to it."
Zuko growled but pushed his head forward again anyway and slid his tongue in as much as he could, moving it back and forth, swirling it a few times for good measure, causing Katara to groan and squirm.
Jet loved the sounds she was making and how her firm rear rubbed against him. Not wanting to get too caught up in the sensations, he switched his middle finger to his ring finger to keep her open while his middle finger rubbed her clit slowly, coaxing even louder moans from the woman between them.
Katara brought her legs up onto Zuko's shoulders, her hands completely emerged in his hair to hold him in place, her moans progressing into screams, which did not last long as Jet turned her head toward him to kiss and swallow her mewls of pleasure, his finger borderline relentless on her clit.
She could feel her orgasm approaching fast and within seconds was coming hotly into Zuko's awaiting mouth, Jet's mouth capturing her drawn out groan from the release.
After some time, Zuko making sure he caught every bit of her release, Katara shakily removed her hands from his hair. At the same time, Jet stopped stimulating her clit but kept his hand between her legs, laying idle.
He pulled back from their kiss. "Enjoyed yourself, Katara?" he murmured.
She sighed deeply, satisfied. "Oh yeah, most definitely."
Zuko stood up and glanced at Jet. Making a snap decision, he leaned over Katara's shoulder to kiss Jet, pushing his tongue inside. Jet groaned at the feel of Zuko's lips that were covered in Katara's taste. It was truly the best of both worlds.
Katara observed them from her peripheral vision and could not help but become aroused at the familiar sight of their commanding kiss. Taking matters literally into her own hands, she took off her chest wrap and brought one up to her breasts, tweaking the nipple just so, letting out a soft moan, which both men heard, breaking their kiss.
"Well, well, what do we have here, Zuko?" Jet inquired, taking in the view of Katara playing with her breast.
Zuko watched too. "Looks like someone is horny again," he replied, cupping Katara's other breast, finger going in slow circles around her nipple. "Should we indulge her further?"
Katara nodded. "Yes, please."
Jet, whose hand was idle became alert once more and entered two fingers into Katara's wet pussy, groaning at the feel. "I am pretty hard right now…Would love to replace my fingers with my cock." Jet pumped his fingers faster, causing Katara to throw her head back against his shoulder, letting out a loud moan.
Zuko squeezed Katara's breast gently, pinching the nipple just a bit. "So would I…" he agreed, his eyes transfixed on the sight of Jet's fingers disappearing only to come back out of Katara.
"What do you say, Katara," Jet breathed along her neck. "Who do you want to fuck you?"
Katara groaned, torn between choosing. She knew how well Zuko could fuck her and loved how he knew just how deep to go, how fast to go, but, Katara was curious on how good Jet was in bed. He was already doing so much with just his hands and mouth alone, which led her to choose Jet.
"Jet…" Katara let her breast go to grasp Zuko's hand on the other one. "But I want you in my mouth during, Zuko…"
The room fell quiet at that, both guys stopping the movements of their hands on and in her body.
Zuko's cheeks reddened, letting her breast go. "Katara…That's…" he coughed, not knowing how to finish his statement.
Jet whistled lowly. "You always manage to surprise me, Katara," he replied after a while, and, not wanting to let the mood taper off, he pushed off her shorts and then grabbed her hips and lifted her up enough to penetrate her pussy to the hilt with his cock.
Katara gasped at the intrusion and immediately felt just how different Jet's cock was compared to Zuko's. For starters, Jet's had a bit more girth and while he was not as big as Zuko, though not by much, Jet was definitely more rigid and it felt amazing. She kept the mental comparisons to herself as she started to get used to the feel of him inside of her so deeply.
Zuko swallowed, the sight of Katara being impaled by another man's penis was more arousing than he dared to admit. He felt like he should feel jealous or enraged, or something aside from intoxicated at seeing Jet's firm cock slowly vanish into Katara's dripping core.
Mentally shaking the feeling away, Zuko stood between their spread legs and looked down at Katara's parted mouth as she gasped and whimpered, no doubt adjusting to Jet's cock moving in and out of her.
Zuko grazed her lips, which made her open her eyes to look at him. "Are you ready?"
Instead of verbally answering, she simply closed the small distance between them and took his cock into her mouth. Zuko groaned, for he was always a fan of her blowjobs, yet the addition of Jet being there and being a part of this made it so much more. Finally, they were all connected in the most intimate of ways.
Back and forth Katara's mouth went on Zuko's cock, licking and sucking in the way she knew he loved, tightening her lips at the base then releasing them just a little on the way up before gripping his head tightly into her mouth, swaying her tongue in tantalizing circles. After a while, she added her hand to jerk him at the base, moving it up and down while going to town on the head of his cock.
Zuko tangled a hand into her long hair, throwing his head back to let out puffs of smoke, already on the edge from everything leading up to that moment.
Jet kept an even pace from behind, his hands locked on her hips, moving her back and forth, to and fro on his dick, pushing his hips upwards to go even deeper, his orgasm just around the corner.
"Shit, I'm so close, baby," he grunted out, slamming up and down inside Katara, not being able to go at a regular pace anymore, his movements becoming a tad erratic as he felt her walls squeeze his cock tightly. Pretty soon he was coming, yelling out as he emptied his hot release inside her.
Katara moaned around Zuko's cock, feeling Jet pump a few more times before gently gliding his spent cock out of her, already starting to feel their combined releases oozing warmly onto her thighs.
Zuko pulled out of her mouth, wanting badly to finish elsewhere, so he quickly grasped Katara by the arms and moved her on the empty side of the bed, lying her on back before plunging into her overly slick entrance, spreading her legs wide. They both groaned loudly at being joined, Zuko more so as he felt so much wetness due to Jet's come coating his dick, Zuko mentally relishing in the feel of that and of how tight Katara seemed to be despite her and Jet's coupling. After a moment, Zuko's seed joined Jet's and it all mixed and mingled inside Katara, who clawed at his back, coming along with him.
Zuko rolled onto the last bit of the bed, catching his breath; Katara likewise while pushing her sweaty hair off her forehead.
Jet, however, was propped up on one elbow, watching them, his hand lazily rubbing his cock.
"Who's up for round two?"
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A/N: Chapter title credits goes to Mikalia's "So In Love with Two."