He flinched at the sudden contact, then brought his arm to her shoulders, practically hauling her onto his body.

They smiled in their sleepy haze, Toph lifting her lips to brush the neglected hairs at his chin.

A drowsy hum came from somewhere at her back.

Sokka lifted an eyelid to find Zuko’s face appear beside Toph’s, his long arm engulfing both his lovers.

“Toph, can we start the morning without an act of violence?” Zuko grumbled in her ear.

“It’s the only thing that shuts this poodle monkey up” she argued back.

“Poodle monkey?” Sokka scowled.

“Yes. They’re bred to have shorter snouts, which causes them breathing problems that sound a lot like your snoring, Sokka” Zuko explained.

“Thanks for the biology class, Fire Flake” Toph snorted.

Zuko frowned into her cheek, digits digging at her side. She burst out laughing, her ribs screaming for relief from his fierce fingers.

“Sokka! Get him off me!” Toph squealed pleadingly.

The man shook his head, palms hissing as he rubbed them together.

“Sorry, Toph. Can’t save ya… I’m too busy joining in!”

Her body flopped and squirmed, limbs flailing, fists barely dodged when she tried to defend herself from their assault. They only stopped when she threatened to wet the bed, something neither of them was willing to deal with so early in the day.

They settled back into each other, the air still stirring with laughter.

Toph pressed into Sokka’s chest, Zuko at her back.

Zuko at her back.

Toph smirked to herself, realising that their little tickling session had excited them both.

Zuko grunted as her hips tilted back and up, dragging her firm buttocks over his aching erection.

His fingers bit into her pelvis beneath the blankets, silently begging her to be still.

She did it again for good measure.

Sokka bit his lip, pretending he hadn’t noticed the not-so-subtle movements.

But the way he cleared his throat betrayed his annoyance.

Toph gave her face to him.

“What’s our plan for today?” she asked.

“Our plan? I thought you were only gracing us with your presence for one night” he sniffed, his tone as sour as a lemonquat.

“Well, I might have changed my mind” she scoffed.

“I wonder what made you do that?” he grinned, turning to face her.

“Ew, Sokka, your breath stinks!” Toph grimaced.

Sokka prickled indignantly. “Well, yours isn’t exactly mint and lavenlillies either” he shot back, angling his face away.

Zuko chuckled. “I think it’s nice” he purred into Toph’s neck. “At least it’s not as bad as Druk’s. And he’s got actual dragon breath.”

Toph’s cackling tugged at Sokka’s lips despite his purple ego. He had to force a frown.

“Well then, I just won’t talk anymore.”

“Impossible” Zuko muttered as Toph chorused, “That’s not gonna happen!”

Their hysterical laughter filled the room with as much warmth as the rays of the rising sun.

Sokka crossed his arms and stared away.

His eyes snapped to Toph’s hand skating to his waistband.

She smiled. “Let’s see if we can shut you up somehow.”

Zuko shook his head into her hair. “That’s just going to make him noisier, you know that.”

“I know” Toph laughed, “But I like those noises.”

Her hand snuck beneath the fabric.

Sokka gasped.

Her gentle caresses turned into more insistent brushes, and then a decisive grasp.

Toph could feel Zuko’s breath growing heavy by her ear, hardness at her back as in her hand.

She sat up, reaching for the hem of her top. “Clothes off.”

“That’s a great idea, Toph” Sokka grinned, undoing the knot that kept him contained.

The few clothes they were wearing piled onto the floor.

Zuko laid back, taking a moment to observe his beautiful companions while they explored each other’s bare bodies.

Cream and toffee. Laces of gold tan stitched round yards of pale satin. Sokka’s capable hands tinkering with Toph’s breasts, then snuck to her back, handfuls of flesh held firm, pressing himself harder against her. Curls meeting, reunited.

A peak of blue.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” Sokka laughed.

“I’m not sitting” Zuko gestured to his reclined position.

Sokka rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you’re doing, it sounds like you might explode back there” Toph scoffed over her shoulder.

Zuko felt himself quiver. Readying to erupt.

“Oh no, we can’t have that!” Sokka teased. “Come on, champ, get over here” he coaxed a finger at him with a wink.

Zuko chuckled himself upright and to the pair of bodies, forming the final slice of their little Toph sandwich.

He met Sokka’s lips eagerly, their tongues clashing with little introduction.

A curious calloused digit intruded their kiss, keen to participate.

“Nice” Toph whispered, her boyfriends’ affectionate exchange bringing a smile to her face.

But her jealousy grew stronger than her amusement, grabbing Zuko’s jaw to demand his attention.

He tipped his lips towards her expectant mouth, their heated licking capturing Sokka’s imagination.

“Whoa” he gasped, watching with wide eyes as the two most attractive people he knew wrestled their tongues for his appreciation.

Toph’s focus jerked back to him, gripping his pulsing cock harder in her hand.

“Come here” she rasped, tugging him closer.

Zuko shifted back as she leaned over, hips climbing high into the air as she lowered her mouth to Sokka.

Her tongue stuck out at him tauntingly.

Sokka watched that soft wetness sneak to his tip, tasting his dripping trail of anticipation. He bit back a moan, but the arrival of Toph’s entire mouth lured one out of him anyway.

His eyes flittered to Zuko’s smile as he inched himself into the woman between them.

“Mm, Zuko” she whimpered, lips parting to accommodate another shaft.

His hands latched onto her restless hips, guiding her closer.

Citrine met aquamarine, large onyx cabochons at the centre of both.

The men’s gaze broke contact when their eyes fluttered shut. They nestled fully inside her.

Toph’s bun stood little chance against Sokka’s dogged grip as he lost himself between her lips, tortured by that swirling tongue and gaping throat.

Zuko watched, listening, momentarily too aroused to even notice that Toph was neglecting to respond to his own desperate thrusts.

She could barely focus on one before the other ripped her away, bringing a moan and a tremble. Cramming themselves deeper, her walls pulsing at the sensation of being almost too full. And if ever she seemed to pay too much attention to one, the other would only drive themselves harder, demanding more of her.

Gasps and grunts, gentle sighs and then not-so-gentle slaps of skin meeting again and again.

She could feel it now. She was close.

Her hips writhed to the rhythm of her swilling mouth, the sensation of both pushing her over the edge.

A moment of tension, then waves of release.

She surrendered to her orgasm, squealing around Sokka’s unrelenting jerks as Zuko pumped her quivering walls with his length.

His fingers dug deeper, his breath catching as she choked him from the inside.

Zuko shook himself, his mind scattered like the light at the edge of his vision. He gave them a chance to recover before he pushed on, razing her soaking lips while she slurped at Sokka.

She let them ravish her. Swallowing, riding fiercely, gathering spurts of pent-up pleasure from the men who loved her until they could no longer hold their own weight up.

They collapsed onto their backs in the end, three starfish across the shore of their mattress, salt in the air.

Sokka and Zuko turned to face Toph, their arms bumping awkwardly. They blinked at the other while their hands hovered in an interrupted attempt to cuddle.

She chuckled between them, buzzing joyfully when they finally came to rest, their fingers playing at each other above her bellybutton.

Just as their breathing grew even, their pounding hearts settling to a contended rhythm, Toph sat up.

“I’m hungry.”

Sokka bolted upright too. “Toph Beifong, you always have the right idea” he chuckled.

“Let’s get something to eat” Zuko agreed, reluctantly flipping over to scoop his trousers back up from the floor.

***

Zuko set the bag of freshly acquired steamed buns onto the table beside the pot of tea Sokka had been left in charge of brewing. Zuko doubted now if that was the best distribution of tasks, but as long as Toph wasn’t in charge of either, he hoped they would be fine.

“Come here” Sokka called to Toph as she sauntered past, dragging her onto his thighs in an unnegotiable invitation.

Toph settled there, sipping poorly brewed tea from her cup.

Sokka played with her fallen bun, weaving it into random plaits.

Zuko eyed the arrangement closely, a frown etched on his lips.

“What’s wrong?” Sokka asked, fingers drowned in black silk.

“I—” Zuko huffed. “I feel left out” he admitted quietly.

A snort. Barely concealed laughter.

He glared. “It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not” Sokka nodded sincerely, his pursed lips fighting back a chuckle.

“Get over here, Fire Dork” Toph tapped the space beside her on the bench.

Zuko dragged his plate and his sorry self where she signalled.

She lifted herself from Sokka’s lap long enough to rest a cheek on each of their thighs.

“There. Happy?” Toph asked over her shoulder, hips wriggling for emphasis.

“Ecstatic” Zuko rolled his eyes, but there was a smile in his voice.

Steam rose from split buns, savoury spiced beef oozing out of the parted dough.

Toph took a bite of one, humming delightedly from the perch of her lovers’ knees.

It made Zuko smile.

He lifted an arm above his head, bringing it to rest over Sokka’s broad shoulders.

Sokka flashed him that crooked grin he loved, then returned to Toph’s tresses.

Zuko finally reached for his cup, taking one sip, and immediately abandoning it. Iroh’s nephew should remain on tea duty.

Dust danced in the spotlight of the morning rays above the breakfast table.

“So…” Zuko began. “Are we ready to tell Aang and Katara about us?”

Silence.

“NAH!”

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Fin.