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Surprised for sure, but no less happy, he sits on your shared bed as you straddle him and kiss him dizzy.

The kisses starts off tame enough, a kiss to his cheek, then another on the other side, then finally on his lips. The press of your lips against his is gentle at first, but grows more insistent.

He breaks apart from the kiss panting, eyes crinkling at the way you lean into him, chasing his lips, "well, hello to you too."

You don't say anything right away, choosing to slot your mouth against his again, humming in delight when he nips at your bottom lip. Your lips part, granting him the access he was looking for only to huff in annoyance when he pulls aways away again.

"Miss me that much," he can't help but tease, amusement growing at the way you wind your arms around his neck and wrapping yourself around him even closer. He can hear his heartbeat pounding erratically in his ears.

"I always miss you."

Your hands skim up the back of his neck, coming to fiddle with his ponytail, before finally freeing his hair, letting it cascade down.

The way you say that causes his heart to lurch in his ribcage, you said it—not in as a grand declaration, or a teasing remark—but as if it were a simple fact, undeniable and obvious as stating the sky was blue. That it was obvious and undeniable that you always missed him.

"Yeah," he asks, a bit breathless.

"Yeah."

He brings a hand to rest at the back of your head, this time dragging you into the kisss.

Your tongues meeting in a sloppy exchange.

He cant help the twitch in his pants at the way you completely melt into him, his blood slowly rushing south. He'd be more embarrassed about it if you didn't start slowly rocking back and forth in his lap.

This time you pull away from Sokka, watching the way he slowly opens his eyes to peer at you questioningly, as you pull out of his arms.

You lean back, and push at his chest. He looks at you confused for a second, before thankfully he seems to get the hint and shuffles further onto the bed. You shift, so that your knees are now planted on either side of his left thigh, and hiking your tunic above your knees and out of the way before slowly sinking down onto Sokka's thigh.

He freezes at the sensation, eyes widening and seemingly forgetting how to breathe for a few seconds.

You let the tunic pool around your legs, your arms coming to rest on his broad shoulders and smiling innocently up at him.

He brings his hand under your tunic, running it up your leg to confirm, only to groan as he realizes that yes, you are completely bare underneath. Thigh muscle unconsciously jumping at the realization that your bare pussy is resting against his leg.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you today," you murmur, face coming to rest against the crook of his neck. Slowly, your hips begin to rock back and forth on his thigh, trying to find the right angle.

Well, if he wasn't completely hard before, he was now. Not just hard, uncomfortably hard. "What, uh-" he clears his throat, "-what about me?"

"Everything," you murmur, starting to plant butterfly kisses up and down his neck. "Couldn't stop thinking about your arms." Your hands come up to squeeze at his beefy biceps. "Your very skilled hands." Your own hands slowly slide down the length of his arms, intertwining your fingers with his briefly. "Your dick." One of your hand untangles from his as you reach down to palm at the very visible bulge in his pants. You whimper, as you manage to find the right angle, the friction of his pants and the hardness of his thigh sending delicious tingles down your spine, as your wetness begins to seep through his pants.

He can only groan at that, mouth suddenly feeling drier than the desert. He feels his dick throb as the wetness seeps onto the skin of his thigh.

"I missed you so much," you whisper, nosing at his collar bone, before skimming it up the column of his throat, nipping at his jaw.

His hands settle around your hips, pushing you down harder against his thigh and helping you move back and forth against him. "Such a dirty little thing, you always spend all day thinking about me fucking you while i'm out," he coos, his tone questioning.

You whimper, keeping the same pace as you rock back and forth, the buzz between your legs spreading throughout your body.

Sokka's hands come up, digging into the neckline of your tunic and ripping it just enough to bare your breast to him. He plants his hands behind him, leaning back on them as he watches as your breasts sway from your movement, dick twitching at the way your the nipples pebble from the cooler air temperature.

Your hand reaches out to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his dick from it's confines. You moan at the sight of the his dick, long, thick, just slight curved to the right. Your middle finger reaches out to swirl around the flushed tip of his cock, smearing the pearly precum oozing from his leaking tip.

You keen when his leg jolts, tensing at the way you play his dick. You throw your head back, letting go of his dick leaving it to bob pathetically between you two, as your hands come back up to rest against his shoulders, as you focus back on maintaining the rhythm of your hips.

He groans, taking in the sight before him, slight sheen building at your temple, your tits bouncing, hips swaying back and forth as you use his thigh to get off. His hand comes up to wrap around his neglected dick.

"Spit on it."

You bring your head forward to lock eyes with him, his voice breaking through your lustful haze. You pucker your lips, leaning closer to him, mouth opening to spit on his dick. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you watch your spit slide down his length.

He grunts spreading your spit around his length, before he starts stroking himself to the same speed you're rocking back and forth at.

"Fuck- You-You're a fucking dream," he grunts out.

The wet shlick sound of him jacking off to the sight of you and your breathy whimpers are the only sound permeating the room, occasionally broken up by his groans.

He leans forward—hand not stopping its movements, to nip at your breasts. His tongue draws circles around your areola before switching to flicking your nipple, switching between biting and licking. He moves over to shower your other tit in the same love, slotting your nipple between his lips and sucking.

"mmm, Sokka," you mewl out, fingers coming up to tangle in his hair. You can feel the telltale warmth beginning to start prickle throughout your body. "I'm so close, aaah, I think-, I'm gonna-"

He hums around your tit, tensing his thigh for you as encouragement, his fist tightening around himself as he continues to tug at his dick.

Your legs tense, pussy fluttering as your orgasm washes over you. You lean into him, pulling him closer to your chest, he grunts at the feeling of hands pulling at hair, your hips still slightly slightly rocking, as you ride out your orgasm.

After most of the warmth seems to fade, you sit up, pushing at Sokka's shoulder and whining at the sight of his salvia stringing his lips to your nipple, when he pulls back.

Now it's your turn to lean back, still in his lap—your hands coming up to rest against his knees, and watch as he nears his peak, jacking off to the sight of you sitting in his lap watching him touch himself to the sight of you half naked, glowing in your post-orgasm bliss with your tits glistening from his saliva in the low light of the room .

You can tell he's close, feeling the way his legs start to tense underneath you, watching the way his strokes start to get more and more frantic. You lean forward, reaching down to massage his balls.

He groans at the added sensation, falling back on the bed, his fist not stuttering in it's pace. His shirt rides up, and you watch his abs tighten, his legs shaking as he finally cums, the sticky pearlescent fluid dribbling down his cock.

You slap his hand away from his dick, ignoring his noise of protest. You continue to fondle his balls, watching as his cock jerks, continuing to leak for 1, 2, 3 spurt, he whimpers at the overstimulation. Your own fist comes to wrap around him, milking him until you're satisfied you've squeezed out every last drop.

You hum in satisfaction, going to lean back and enjoy the scene infront of you but Sokka reaches out a hand, wrapping around your wrist and pulling you down to lay against his chest.

You squeak at the suddenness of the movement, before melting into his hold, his arm winding around you keeping you close.

"Wow," he mumbles, still out of breath.

You titter at the awe in his voice, pressing a kiss against his chest, before propping up your chin on to lock eyes with him. "Hi."

He huffs in amusement at you finally greeting him, after all that, a fond smile takes over his face. "You're something else, you know that," he questions, still a little breathless.

"Yeah," you mumble, shuffling up to kiss him.

He melts into the kiss, arms coming up to wrap around you, drawing you closer into him. He sighs contentedly after you break apart, resting his forehead against yours and nuzzling your nose, smiling even wider at the little giggle you let out, delighted at his affections.

"Satisfied?"

You sigh deeply, relaxing further into his hold. "For now."