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Loosen Up	By : AnonEMouse Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. All rights go to Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. No profit is being made from the publication of this story.

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- 1-Loosen Up
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Aang’s unperturbed when Mai slides her hand across his shoulders, though perhaps that’s because he’s not paying attention. He’s reading a letter from the Earth King detailing the state of the Earth Kingdom’s economy, and that’s probably why he doesn’t notice Mai and Zuko exchange a look, and probably why he doesn’t notice Zuko move to sit next to him until the older man touches his chin. He looks up, startled, something a little like vertigo making Mai’s hand seem very distant while making Zuko’s face obstruct Aang’s view of anything else.

“Aang,” Zuko says, brow furrowed, lips tilted in an awkward arch. He doesn’t make it past that before Mai kisses under Aang’s ear.

“Put the letter down,” Mai commands, and Aang complies without thinking because this is surreal.

“What are you two doing?” he asks, tense and warm. Mai’s thumb massages the crook of his neck and her other hand settles on his thigh. He swallows thickly and Zuko’s hand moves to lay over his cheek.

Aang suspects he knows. “Loosening you up,” Zuko says simply. He kisses Aang and tugs at his collar, trying to find a means of opening his shirt. Aang hesitates until Mai’s hand cups the space between his legs and Zuko licks their lips and then it doesn’t really matter. Mai’s having no trouble with his belt, though that may be because she cut it in half - he’s not sure.

And Zuko’s gone from kissing him gently to grinding his mouth against Aang‘s, licking at his teeth and tongue, breathing hard through his nose. Aang buries his hands in Zuko’s hair and clutches and Zuko groans into his mouth. Aang can feel Mai’s smirk against his neck and there’s a familiar pulse in-between his legs, under Mai’s hand, and she’s taking no time to tease him, rubbing him rough until he’s hard (and on, and Zuko’s pulling him into his lap).

Zuko leans back and licks his lips, leaving Aang panting, flushed. He studies Aang for a moment. “Zuko,” Aang groans, though it’s Mai’s hand that’s doing the work right now. Zuko grins hungry and kisses the tip of Aang’s arrow, then licks it, trailing his tongue from point to point, working his hands up under Aang’s shirt. He teases down to Aang’s pelvis and back up along his sides, flicking heat in the space after his hands until Aang’s moans are more and more likely to race through his throat after each breath.

Mai stops touching Aang and Zuko keeps him from moaning a complaint by kissing him and rubbing his thumbs against Aang’s nipples. Mai pulls off Aang’s shirt and licks the back of his neck, along the tattoo, then begins edging Aang’s pants down over his hips. “Touch Zuko,” she calmly orders, and Aang’s hands are off Zuko’s shoulders, one slipping under Zuko’s waistband, the other resting on his pelvis.

Zuko is already hard and Aang is more than happy to wrap his hand around him, flicking air up and down his shaft. Every time he jerks up, he smoothes his thumb over the head. Zuko makes an interesting sound, almost a whimper, when he does. Mai’s having trouble with Aang’s pants - the way he’s straddling Zuko makes it impossible to pull them far.

“Hope you don’t mind,” she breathes into his ear before cutting away at the cloth with a dagger, pushing the remaining pieces off. She doesn’t waste time with his trunks, cutting close to his skin (the danger increases the intensity of the pulse between his legs and he sucks Zuko’s neck hard between kisses, eyes shut).

Zuko turns abruptly and topples Aang off the couch. Before Aang can do more than sit up, Zuko’s standing over him, pants around his thighs, and he doesn’t have to say anything before Aang licks the head of his penis, looking up into Zuko’s face. When his fingers brush against himself, Mai leans forward. “Don’t touch yourself, Avatar. Only Zuko.”

Zuko smirks. “I don’t suggest disobeying her,” he says, so reluctantly Aang stops, closing the base of Zuko’s cock in a hand and licking at the head until Zuko rocks into his mouth. Aang doesn’t bother stopping him, opening his mouth wider and pushing his tongue up against him.

When Zuko starts to shallowly thrust into Aang’s mouth, Mai moans, and Aang looks away from Zuko long enough to see Mai’s legs spread on the couch, fucking herself with two fingers. Aang swallows and Zuko shudders, thrusting deeper, so Aang swallows again and relaxes his throat. Zuko lays a hand on Aang’s head, rubbing up and down his arrow, and Aang thinks he might go insane if someone doesn’t touch him now.

“Suck it,” Zuko groans, rocking into Aang’s mouth, so Aang does, meeting Zuko’s eyes, flushing when Zuko stares back, intense (dominant, and he realizes Zuko hasn’t taken out his crown). Aang whimpers around his cock. “Aang,“ Zuko whispers, then, louder, “Aang, fuck,” and he’s thrusting more erratically. His head rolls back, chest heaving, and he comes, shuddering, bending over Aang, holding him by his ears. Aang doesn’t hesitate to swallow down the seed that spurts into the back of his throat, shutting his eyes, aching between his legs, the sound of Zuko’s orgasm making him feel week to his knees.

Zuko pulls out and drops down and licks Aang’s chin, then up to his lips, but there he stops. Aang watches him watching back and then remembers that Mai’s only instruction was to not touch himself, so he cups the back of Zuko’s neck and forces their lips together, taking Zuko’s hand and pressing it against his erection.

Mai shifts and stands up, dropping her pants to the floor, the rest of her clothes draping over her, the black of her robe a stark contrast to the long paleness of her legs. Aang doesn’t realize she’s near until she pulls Zuko’s head back by his hair, forcing them to break the kiss. Her eyes, however, are trained on Aang. Distracted by Zuko’s fingers teasing up and down his length, it takes Aang a moment to realize what she wants.

Tempted to disobey to see what she would do, Aang decides instead on compliance (he can smell her from here and damned if it’s not alluring). He leans over and tilts his face up against her folds, keeping his fingers against Zuko’s wrist in case he decides to stop, supporting his lean with his other hand. Tentative, he licks at her folds and she sighs, nudging his head back a little further.

“Don’t mess with me.” She says it neutrally but Aang can see the gauntlets under her sleeves and he’s not in a position to refuse her demands. He starts licking at her clit, tongue flat, movements fast, and Zuko’s hand seems to be mimicking the quickness; Aang can feel the pressure of his orgasm tightening his body and he struggles to focus on pleasuring Mai, but Zuko’s dusting kisses across his neck and chest and it’s hard to concentrate.

Mai glares at Zuko when Aang moans against her. “Don’t let him come before me,” she says, face tinged pink, and she won’t admit that the Avatar and the Firelord have already pushed her close, thanks to their performance.

“Yes, ma’am,” Zuko murmurs against one of Aang’s nipples, and slows the rhythm of his hand, making Aang squirm and buck against his hand.

“No,” Mai growls when Aang starts to turn to Zuko. He looks up at her and bites his lip. “The faster you get me off,” she manages to say before Aang’s tongue is back, and in-between licks he blows a quick burst of warm air, clicking it between his teeth. Zuko lazily leans down and licks from the edge of Aang’s penis up to the head, and the loud moan he elicits is enough to push Mai over the edge, shaking against Aang’s mouth. Zuko rewards Aang with a light kiss on the tip of his shaft, smiling.

Deciding to make short work of Aang’s erection, Zuko sits up and starts jerking him hard and fast as Aang’s still easing Mai out of her orgasm; soon the Avatar arches his back, coming, hoarse cries cutting the air. Zuko doesn’t stop until Aang has completely relaxed, leaning back on his elbows, the line of his neck smooth with his head cocked back. Mai kneels down next to Aang and kisses next to his lips and Zuko follows her example, sliding up next to him and brushing chaste kisses against his cheek and lips.

After a few moments, Aang turns and kisses Zuko, then turns to Mai, kissing her as well. Finally he sits up between them, rubbing the back of his neck and grinning sheepishly. “So,” he says slowly, glancing between Zuko and Mai, “now that you’ve loosened me up, what’s your plan?”
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