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As far as first dates went, Sokka was ranking this one right at the top.
After making out in the elevator for long enough that the security team interrupted them over the intercom to ask what the disturbance was, they made a hasty exit from the office and, given the circumstances, had opted for dinner over coffee. Sokka’s body burned throughout the entire meal in a way that had nothing to do with his spicy soup broth and everything to do with Suki’s hand planted high up on his leg and the fact that she licked her lips and quirked her brow every time he slurped his noodles.
Now she was sprawled underneath him, in her apartment, in her bedroom, atop the softest bed Sokka had ever dug his knees into, and, incredibly, the night only kept getting better. He’d already made Suki come once on his fingers, and she looked like an absolute mess—face flush, mouth swollen, hair everywhere, her shirt hiked up to her armpits and unbuttoned jeans riding low on her hips. With a thumb circling one of her nipples, he was just beginning to chart the path his mouth would take from her collarbone to her core when Suki announced her alternate plans.
“Sokka. Nightstand. Condoms,” she demanded, mouthing at every bit of him she could manage between words.
“Yes ma’am.”
She clawed his shirt open the rest of the way as he reached for the designated drawer, and he jerked uncontrollably when Suki yanked open his fly and her fingernails grazed the ultra-sensitive flesh just above his raging erection. Fumbling with the drawer, he stopped short of reaching inside when he saw, resting atop the sundry personal items scattered within, a curious little sculpture made of pale jade.
“Is this…a dildo?” He plucked the figure out of the drawer. It was small enough to sit unobtrusively in the palm of his hand, but remarkably detailed in spite of its size. A veiny, erect, tiny little cock and balls.
“What?” Suki asked, distracted, her hand halfway down his pants. Then she let out the most unseemly yet somehow still adorable snort as she giggled. “Uh, no,” was her firm reply. “I prefer something a little…girthier.”
Sokka held the item up against the index and middle fingers he’d just had buried inside her and, after a moment of careful consideration, nodded with satisfaction. “How much girthier?” he asked, sending a couple eyebrow waggles her way.
“Oh…” Suki trilled casually, sliding her hand the rest of the way to its destination. She wrapped her fingers around him over his briefs and squeezed. “About this much girthier, I’d say.”
He hummed, then leaned forward and said, “How convenient…” with his mouth on her neck, “...that I seem to possess…” with his mouth at her ear, “...just the right…” with his mouth on her lips, “...girthiness,” sliding his tongue against hers.
“Mmm…” she said, pulling away and raising her brow. She palmed him and added, “I think I need to do a direct comparison just to be sure.”
“Is that what this thing is for?” Sokka asked, raising up onto his knees and holding the jade sculpture lengthwise between his thumb and forefinger. “Benchmarking the user acceptance criteria of the MVP?”
Suki smirked as she crawled out from underneath him and maneuvered them until Sokka was on his back and she was hovering over his thighs.
“And MVP in this context is…?” She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, and Sokka obligingly lifted his hips.
“Minimum viable penis. Obviously.”
Three things happened then all at once: Sokka’s dick bounced a little against his stomach as it was freed from the confines of his briefs, Suki collapsed into another one of her snorting giggles, and Sokka cursed himself as he realized he would never again be able to utter the phrase “MVP” at work without thinking of Suki with her bra out and her pants open and her laughing mouth hovering just inches from his leaking cock.
“Fuck,” he said out loud for good measure.
“What?” Suki asked.
“Nothing. Just realizing I’m going to get fired for thinking dirty thoughts about you at work.”
She tilted her head to the side and looked pointedly down at his lap. “Not if I get fired first.”
Face heated, Sokka leaned up on one elbow. “Does that mean,” he asked, holding out the little jade penis again, “that I…measure up?”
Suki pinched her lips together and then held out one hand. Sokka dropped the sculpture into her palm. Then she held out her other hand, lower this time. Sokka reached down, grabbed his erection, and guided it into Suki’s waiting grasp. He let go as she began pumping him, then fell back into the pillows.
“Fuuuuck…”
“Certainly seems suitably girthier,” she mused, absently rolling the sculpture between the fingers of one hand while she continued to jerk him with the other. “But I think I should do more testing to confirm.”
“Is it wrong that I think what you’re doing to that little penis is really hot?” Sokka asked, writhing a little bit into Suki’s hand.
“This?” she asked, amused, running her thumb up and down the underside of the jade phallus.
“Yeah…” Sokka whimpered.
“What about what I’m doing to the big penis?”
“Also really hot,” he said on a whine. “You’re hot. It’s all very, very hot.”
And then something in Suki’s expression shifted, her brows lowering, her mouth—long kissed clean of her usual red lipstick—setting with determination. She abandoned the little green sculpture somewhere in the bedding and turned her full attention on him, rocking her whole body in a steady rhythm to match her pumping hand, and the teasing melted out of her voice as she asked, “Is this good?”
“Yeah, it’s good…”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yeah, just…c’mere a minute…”
She climbed closer, until their faces were level, keeping her hand where it was, and Sokka turned into her, cupping her jaw, kissing her sloppily but helpless to do otherwise.
“I never did grab that condom,” he panted.
“Do you still want to?”
“I do. I mean, if you want to—”
“I do.” Then her lips quirked. “And not just for science.”
He grinned, but when he rolled them over to reach the nightstand more easily, Suki winced, and he froze.
“Ow, waitaminute,” she said, screwing up her face as she dug around beneath her back. After a moment, she unearthed the tiny jade penis. And then she burst out laughing.
“Okay, seriously, what is that thing?” Sokka cried, grabbing it and tossing it to the floor.
“Hey!” she protested through her laughter. “You’re just asking to step on it later. The jade penis always shows up at the most inopportune times.”
“So, what, it’s supposed to be cursed?” he asked doubtfully. Then, tilting his head in thought, he added, “No wonder it’s so small.”
“Not a curse. A prank. A good friend of mine collects rare and antique jade pieces, although the ones she likes are a bit more…”
“Girthy?” Sokka interrupted, and Suki snickered.
“Traditional,” she corrected. “As a joke, another friend of ours got her the jade penis, and her attempts to graciously return this gift have devolved into the penis making its way through our friend group in a series of inappropriate practical jokes.”
“And you’re the latest victim,” he concluded. “So your friends figured it was only a matter of time until you took home the really cute guy from work you’re always gushing about and dropped it in your condom drawer to sabotage you?”
“Oh no. I mean…” She sat up, tucking her hands beneath Sokka’s open shirt and skirting her fingertips up his chest. “I do gush about you. But that I found taped to the inside of my locker at my kickboxing gym. Opened the door and just—” She jabbed one finger straight forward to illustrate the effect. Now it was Sokka’s turn to snort. “I just stashed it in the drawer until I figure out how to get them back.”
“Can I help?” Sokka asked, grinning conspiratorially.
Suki’s hands had begun trailing down his body now. “Sure. Although right now…” she said, kissing down his torso, and Sokka sucked in a breath, “I’m a little preoccupied by the other penis in the room.”
His breath came out in a hiss as Suki wrapped her lips and tongue around him. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit…” Then she cupped her hand around his balls and did some kind of swirly motion with her fingers reminiscent of how she’d been handling the jade penis before, and Sokka’s eyes nearly crossed. “Ohhhh shit…”
Sokka tilted his head back, training his glassy, heavy-lidded gaze at the ceiling, and zoned out so hard he might’ve been under the influence of some exotic hallucinogen only found in the depths of a distant desert.
“Sokka…”
He came back to himself enough to kiss Suki when she pressed her mouth to his. She tasted vaguely musky, and he groaned.
“Sokka, I just wondered… Do you want me to keep going?” She was pumping her fist loosely over his cock, but she licked her lips, slowly, as if for emphasis.
“Keep going like…?”
“I mean… I want you.” Her eyes were heavy on his when she said it, her body straining towards him. “But if you wanted to come like this, or…with my mouth…”
“You…” he breathed. He took the hand that was still stroking him, brought her palm to his lips, slid his mouth down to her wrist. How was it that merely twelve hours ago he’d been twisted inside-out with agony thinking he’d missed his only opportunity to kiss her? Fiddling with the lacy edge of her bra cup, he asked, “Do you think you got enough data to do a comprehensive assessment of the delta between the benchmark and the current state of operations?”
Without breaking eye contact, Suki tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head slowly. “I need to do one more very important, very thorough evaluation.” Then she crawled to the nightstand, finally retrieved a condom, and tossed it at him before pouncing and toppling them both to the mattress.