#tyshot

(That’s why they’d come out here - not for sex, but just to watch the Lotus Festival Fireworks Show. But with her panties and their shirts scattered to the side, a hand cupping one of her breasts through her bra, and his face buried between her legs, he doesn’t mind at all.)

“Please,” Ty Lee breathes, her fingers tangled in his hair,” please, Longshot, so close.”

Longshot doesn’t bother responding - instead he squeezes down on one of Ty Lee’s ample breasts with one hand, and uses his other hand to trace along her entrance. He slowly pushes two of his fingers in, and her whine turns into a low moan as he licks at her sensitive nub.

“Fuck,” she breathes, and he has to agree; his cock is aching, straining against his pants, and he wants to bury himself inside her, but he’s going to make her cum, first.

“Shot, I’m gon-” her voice peels off into a breathy groan as he licks, fingers curling inside her, and her legs shake around his shoulders. Her fingers tighten in his hair, and he can’t help but smile; he loved the noises she made.

He pulls away after a few moments, lets her catch her breath before slamming their lips together, his tongue diving into her mouth. She meets him eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. She nudges his shoulder, and he lets Ty Lee flip them over so she’s straddling his hips. It’s barely a moment’s rest before Ty Lee has the ties on his pants undone, and he lifts his hips, helps her pull his pants down around his ankles. 

She strokes his cock for barely a moment, smiling as she runs her hand up his length. He shudders, bats her hand away, and she just snickers. He bunches her skirt around her hips as she lifts herself up, lining his cock up with her entrance. Ty Lee slowly sinks down, slowly taking him inch by inch, and they groan when he’s finally buried to the hilt inside her.

“Fuck,” Longshot whispers, groaning as she pulls off, only to slam back down onto him with a loud, guttural moan.” Good girl, so good.”

Ty Lee’s lips curve into a smile at the praise as she rolls her hips against his, and he has to bite his lip. Fuck, she’s tight, and she feels so good. He clenches his core as he reaches up, tugs on her braid; she gasps as her head is pulled back, only to let out a deep groan as he bucks his hips against hers.

“Shit,” Ty Lee whimpers as he bucks hips against hers.” Fuck, just like that, Shot, please!”

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth for a brief moment. He lays back down, thrusts into her again, and Ty Lee rocks her hips back to meet his with a loud, pleasurable sigh. 

He doesn’t say anything, just nods, growls low in the back of his throat as he claims her lips again, biting at her lower lip as he pulls her flush against him. He swallows her gasp of surprise, and lets some of his inner fire trickle into his hand, just enough to warm his palms as he runs a hand across her back. She shivers in his grasp as he slides a hand across her waist and up under the brim of her shirt, flicking a thumb over her nipple.

He bristles as she dips a hand down underneath his waistband and strokes his length. One hand tightens on her breast as he gasps, and she moans lightly into his mouth as she pumps him again, harder this time. He grunts, and, gripping the hem of her shirt, tugs it over her head and throws it to the side.

“Agni,” he finally moans as Ty Lee leans up to kiss his neck. She nips lightly at his skin as he picks her up by her thighs, carrying her over to the bed. He falls on top of her, a tangle of limbs and dancing tongues, while shuffling out of his own shirt. It’s only a moment before they’re tearing at each other’s pants, and only another before he’s moaning into her neck, resisting the urge to bite down, his every nerve on fire as she strokes him again.

“Kazon, baby,” she pants, ”touch me, please.”

He’s not about to disappoint her, not now. He heats his hand and dips it between her legs, rubbing a thumb over her clit. Longshot’s heart almost pounds out of his chest as her mouth falls open, and he barely claps his hand over her mouth in time to muffle what would be a loud, breathy moan. It wouldn’t have been that loud, not really, but he’s not taking chances - and with how wet she suddenly becomes under his fingers, he guesses that she likes it. A lot.

“Quiet,” he murmurs into her ear. She hums in response, her eyes closing as she lifts her hips to meet his hand. He works his hand against her, savoring every breathy moan and light gasp. It’s not often they get this chance, and he wants it to be worth it. (He could be here for an eternity, he thinks, gazing at her gorgeous body and listening to her sounds, listening to the way she says his name - it’s intoxicating, really.)

Ty Lee tugs him down into a desperate kiss, their tongues dancing for a moment before he pulls away to nip at the skin of her neck as he curls his fingers inside her. She rakes her nails down his back, hissing at his touch; he can tell she’s struggling to keep quiet.

“Ah, fuck, Lee,” he whispers as she strokes him again, rolling her hips against his fingers.

“Fuck me, Kazon,” she says, almost a demand instead of a beg. Who is he to deny her? ”Want to feel you inside me, please.”

“Come on, Lee,” he goads. “Come for me, know you're close.”

He can feel her walls tensing around his fingers, see the pleasured look on her face, barely visible in the light. Longshot pumps his fingers inside her and rubs his thumbs over her clit, leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He works her, works his fingers and his mouth as she moans in his ear.

“Oh, Agni, Kazon, I’m so clo-” her words are suddenly cut, her voice choking into a sharp cry, and he has to clap his hand over mouth again. She sucks in her breath, and whines into one hand as she spills into the other.

“Please, Kazon, please, I need your cock inside me now,” Ty Lee whines, breathless, as she tugs him close, tries to reach down and guide him up to her entrance. He bats her hands away, guides himself in - he moans as she rolls her hips against his, his cock sliding against her wet pussy.

Finally, Longshot’s resolve breaks, and he buries himself inside her in one smooth thrust, all the way to the hilt. He slides inside her easily, as if she was made for him. He groans as she stretches around him, her walls clamping around his cock as he thrusts. Her eyes go wide, fluttering as she moans, deep and throaty, into his hand.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, “fuck, Lee, you’re so tight.”

She doesn’t say anything, just pulls her legs back to her chest. Fuck, he thinks as he rocks his hips against hers, she’s gorgeous. Ty Lee gives him a little flirty smile - without warning, he pulls almost completely out of her, then slams back into her, sheathing himself completely inside her. Her eyes go wide as she cries out into his hand - the sound is intoxicating.

“Fucking Agni,” she moans, her voice muffled by his hand. He takes his hand off and crushes her lips with a kiss as he slams into her again.

“You like that? My cock inside you?” Longshot growls as thrusts inside her, stepping up his pace. She arches into him, groaning as she digs her nails into his back.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans into his shoulder. Her breath itches, and she buries her face into his chest as he ruts against her, his cock plunging deep inside her. “Fuck, Kazon, right there!”

“Stay quiet,” he hisses. It trails off into a groan as she flexes, the dense muscle of her body shifting in the low light as she rolls her hips against his, her center grinding against his cock. His cock twitches, and he clenches down - he’s close, and he can tell, she is too. Her legs are trembling and she’s breathing hard, and almost keening as she rocks her hips into his. He pulls himself out, carefully slips his arms under her, and then, without warning, flips them over.

Ty Lee yelps as she lands on top, bouncing a little on his legs. She gazes down at him, eyes wide and blown - her eyes are gorgeous, he thinks, and when she stares down at him like this, lust and love and adoration, he could just stare at her for forever - as she grasps his cock. She runs her slick center over him, juices soaking his cock.

“So wet,” he pants, and he’s talking a lot, he knows, but he can’t bring himself to care. ”Want you to come all over my cock.”

Longshot grabs onto her ass, tugging her into place, and he groans as she slowly sinks onto him.

“Agni, Kazon,” Ty Lee whimpers as she rolls her hips, ”Gonna come again, all over your cock.”

He slides in and out of her with each roll of her hips, and he hisses as he runs his hands over the hard muscles of her stomach. Longshot bucks his hips, his hands tightening on her ass as her walls suddenly clamp around him.

“Let go, I’ve got you,” he rasps as she rides him, faster and faster, the sound of slapping skin filling the little hut. His hands tighten on her ass, and he leans up to suck first one, and then her other nipple into his mouth, their pace becoming brutal and frantic. ”Come on, sweetheart, come for me.”

He thrusts once, twice, three more times, and suddenly she’s spilling all over him. Her fingers tighten in his hair with an iron grip, and Ty Lee cries out loudly into his shoulder as she trembles against him. Moments later there’s stars in his eyes as Longshot follows her over the edge, spilling inside her as his hips snap against hers. He feels himself babble something incoherent, but he’s not exactly sure what it is. All he can think about is the white-hot pleasure shooting through him, his toes curling as he rides out the high with her.

He slows as the aftershocks ripple through them both, panting and breathing against each other. She nuzzles into his neck, and he almost laughs, it’s so unexpected - she’s nuzzling into him, almost catlike, after that. The afterglow is quiet, and peaceful, and as he wraps his arms around her it’s all he could want.

(He is so glad he chose the outermost hut, all those years ago when they first made the hideout.

So, so glad - it made it a dozen times easier to get moments like this.)

“Can I stay here tonight?” Ty Lee murmurs, breaking the silence. Something in her voice…she’s sad, he knows. He can just tell. 

He almost says no - almost. They’d agreed, this would be secret. Just between them. But really, he’s tired of that. Tired of secrets and lies and stepping carefully. He just wants her.

He turns his head, kisses her on the cheek, and whispers, ”Please.”

Longshot doesn’t have to see her to know she’s smiling. He reaches over to grab a blanket, and spreads it over them, and she sighs contentedly as he tugs her into his arms again.

“Love you, Kazon,” she murmurs, tapping him on the nose.