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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_The_Last_Airbender
  Relationship:
      Piandao/Sokka_(Avatar)
  Character:
      Piandao_(Avatar), Sokka_(Avatar)
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Student-Teacher, Kinkmeme
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-07-25 Words: 1014
****** Endurance ******
by irethsune
Summary
     Sokka learns the quick way to gain endurance for battles.
Notes
     I do not own any part of the Avatar: the Last Airbender franchise.
     All I own is the plot and writing. I am not making any money from
     this.
“Um, Master?” Sokka asked in apprehension as he watched the swords-master start
to strip down. “What does this have to do with sword fighting again?”
Piandao smiled to himself, his back to Sokka, and simply answered, “A swordsman
needs to have heavy endurance during battle, Sokka. This is simply the easiest
way to build that endurance.”
“Right,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. He started to undress,
uncharacteristically folding his clothes before laying them down (they weren’t
his!; he needed to keep them in perfect condition). He wasn’t really sure about
this particular part of training, but Piandao did make a good point about
endurance. And he wasn’t ugly or anything, and despite what people might think
Sokka never really had a preference between women or men. Besides, traveling
with and protecting his little sister and two twelve-year-olds (who, really,
didn’t need his protection, but still!) really didn’t give him
enough—ahem—private time.
He stood up straight and looked over to his Master, surprised to see him
already half hard. He swallowed nervously.
“So, uh, what now?”
Piandao crooked his finger, telling the other to follow him as he turned and
walked into the adjoining room. He climbed onto the bed and propped himself up
on a couple pillows. He pulled out a small tube from the nightstand and tossed
it to Sokka—whose reflexes caught it easily—before making himself comfortable
once again.
“You will ride me and do all the work. The goal is to not release before I do,”
he said, watching Sokka intently.
Sokka nodded and looked down at the tube of lube in his hand. He let out a long
breath and moved over to the bed, kneeling on the edge at Piandao’s feet. He
knew how this worked—he’d even fingered himself once during masturbation—but
doing it in front of another?
It was training, his mind kept repeating to himself, but he knew that wasn’t
entirely true. He noticed how his Master had watched him during the night while
he stayed awake to finish forging his sword; how he tried to discretely eye him
with his robe off. He was actually glad for the excuse—it took away the guilt
from their attraction to each other; there was an age difference after all—but
that didn’t stop his nerves from flaring up.
He pulled himself from his musings and popped open the cap of the bottle,
squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He laid the bottle down next to
him, knowing he would need more later, and looked up to lock eyes with Piandao.
He spread a small amount of the lube onto his other hand before gripping
himself and stroking. His other, heavier lubed, hand worked its way behind him
and he gently pressed a finger into himself.
Sokka shuddered at the feeling and pressed deeper, still keeping eye contact.
He wiggled his finger around for a minute or so before pulling it out halfway
and inserting a second. He released another long breath and forced himself to
relax as he pushed deeper, the hand on his forming erection stilling. He slowly
scissored them, letting out a small groan.
It wasn’t long before the boy was gasping in arousal with three fingers moving
in and out, his eyes shut instead of staring at his Master’s. Reluctantly he
removed his fingers and picked up the lube, squirting out more onto his hand.
He crawled over to Piandao, who had been watching him closely. He quickly
spread the lube on the older man’s erection and straddled him. He guided the
other’s erection to his entrance and slowly pushed himself down onto it.
Sokka winced a little at small burning sensation, but continued to lower
himself until he was seated firmly on Piandao’s hips. He trembled a little as
he waited to adjust to the fullness.
Piandao groaned at the grip on his length and brought a hand up to massage the
small of Sokka’s back, helping him relax. He’d said Sokka would have to do all
the work, but he wasn’t mean.
Sokka took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before adjusting his legs and feet
to support himself better. He rested his hands on Piandao’s chest and raised
his hips, then ground them back down, moaning softly.
The Master swordsman moved his hands to Sokka’s hips and helped to guide him,
lifting his hips to meet Sokka’s after awhile.
Sokka cried out and arched his back, toes curling, when he was overwhelmed by
pleasure. He sped up his tempo, wanting to feel that again. He could feel
familiar heat coiling in his abdomen and he tried his hardest to keep it under
control.
Slowly, without breaking the rhythm, Piandao sat up and pressed a rough kiss to
Sokka’s mouth. He moved one hand up from his hip to grip at the back of the
younger boy’s neck while the other snaked around and wrapped around his
erection and started pumping.
Sokka groaned loudly, muffled by the kiss, and pressed back against his Master
as his gyrating hips sped up again. A couple more shallow thrusts and he
clenched his eyes shut, pulling away from the lip-lock to bury his face into
Piandao’s shoulder. He held back another groan with a bitten lip and the rest
of his muscles spasmed with his orgasm.
Piandao moved his hands back to Sokka’s hips and gripped them tightly as he
gave one last thrust into the clenching muscles before hitting his own climax.
He panted softly and rested back against the pillows, slowly and carefully
lifting his student from his lap. He turned to face Sokka when he laid down
and, almost lovingly, released his student’s hair from the messy pony tail. He
let a smile cross his face as he pulled it back up properly.
“You know,” he started, voice soft and breathing back to normal already, “you
failed this one. We’ll have to keep practicing until you manage to last longer
than me.”
Sokka didn’t say anything, but a smile appeared on his face too.
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