Stupid Sexy Sokka

I slowly lean him back, onto the bed, which would soon be stained with the labors of my conquest.
"I dunno about this..." he stammers.
"Shh," I try to reassure him, far more interested in keeping his ear nibbled and his balls cradled than talking. He shudders again, this time with anticipation, his hands twitching nervously as he turns onto his chest, sliding the shorts of his outfit down, revealing a firm butt.
"Just...make it quick...and dirty..." he looks back, biting his lip in such a way that only makes him more delicious. He tugs his shirt off, and then goes for the choker.
"No..." I whispered into his ear, "Leave it."
He obeys and smiles, tugging the ornament from his hair, letting it fall loosely to each side.

He shivers and clenches the sheets as the tip of my shaft positions itself carefully...

I pressed gently. There was much resistance.
"I-I swear, I'm not holding out" he smiled innocently.
Damn. Looks like I miscalculated HOW firm. With an open palmed slap across the left cheek, the lack of jiggle made it quite apparent this was indeed a warriors ass.
"Hmm. Well, I guess all promises to be gentle are off."
Good.
I liked excuses.

With another thrust, it pierced into the virgin anus of the water-tribe warrior. And with a cute, almost boyish yelp, he nearly bit clean through his lip.
"H-Hey...you're the one who likes me for my muscle." he tried to joke about the rough entry.
"Shh." Was all the response he needed, falling silent as rhythmic motions in and our began to stimulate him, a hand sliding across rigid abdominals to stroke the long brown shaft.
"My, we'll have to give YOU the ride next time, hm?"
Sokka blushed.
"N-Now you know why Sukiiiiiiii..." his voice whimpered and trailed off as the rubbing began, the prostate and the shaft both being stimulated.
"Why she what, hmm?"
"Wh-why..." his voice jumped, body bucking as I felt his tight asshole around my length, "Why sh-she...l-limps..." the joke was ruined. It was a timing gag. Poor kid was too busy getting fucked for timing.

Sokka cried out, gasping for breath as he tried to protest. Or perhaps, compliment. His face was obscured by the free brown hair.
"G-God...P-Please..."
I wouldn't stop.
"D-Don't...Stop..." he managed to grunt out, my hand slowly squeezing at the tip of his cock, hand slipping up and down with an increasing pace.
We both winced each time our balls made contact, but soon he was too wrapped up in pleasure to even care.

I could feel it, however. That feeling in the base of your cock that you're about to come. Try as I might, I couldn't fight it for much longer. I leaned forward,free hand slowly tweaking his nipples, rubbing his strong chest, hand swiftly rubbing his shaft, pre-cum dribbling out..

"Nnf...I wan-want it...in my face..." he practically begged. Complying, I pulled out just enough to turn him, admiring his body as it glistened with sweat. His smile was that of a drunken haze, his own hands finishing the task I had set out to start.

With a gasp and a shiver, ropes of cum began to spill out, splattering across his chest, the separation between pectoral muscles creating a creamy white river. How I long to just lean forward and lick his body clean. To just lean over and begin to snake my tongue around his nipples, to feel the striations of his muscle and...

With that thought, I felt my loins grow warm as they emptied out. I was able to pull out with only seconds to spare, spraying my load all over his body, a few ropes landing on his eyes.

He wiped his eye and licked his lips. If I hadn't just cum, I swear the way his tongue wrapped around that digit would make me do so all on its' own. Dragging his finger between his chest, he lapped up the combined efforts, and winked.
"Ready for round two?"
Sokka laughed, and grinned, "Lemme grab my beard..."