Zuko diverts his attention away from Sokka’s smelly feet. He stares up at the red faced water tribe boy, and more ideas come to him. Doing his best to conceal his own bulge, Zuko moves closer to Sokka’s face.
At a closer distance, Zuko can smell more of Sokka’s overwhelming body odor, not just from his feet. Sokka is still struggling and yelling from behind his gag, even though it’s getting him nowhere.
“Your bulge looks nice, Sokka...” Zuko says. “I almost want to touch it.”
Zuko just barely brushes his hand over Sokka’s underwear, making the aroused boy whine. Suddenly, he ducks his head down and presses his nose against the sweaty bulge. Sokka moans loudly while Zuko breathes in deep the stench of unwashed underwear. Zuko’s nose nudges the contents of the bulge, only further teasing poor Sokka.
“You smell so good, for a water tribe peasant.” Zuko smirks at his remark, thinking back to when he called Sokka that as an insult for real.
Zuko’s nose begins to travel up Sokka’s body, looking for another place to sniff. He goes up Sokka’s stomach, up to his chest, where he can feel copious amounts of sweat soaking into his water tribe clothes. The fire bender’s nose travels off to one side, where it winds up just outside Sokka’s armpit. Zuko takes a few deep sniffs, and hums.
“You’re not a fan of showering, I take it.” Zuko says.
Sokka just groans from behind his gag.
“No matter. Not that I mind.” Zuko happily murmurs, before he rams his face deep into Sokka’s armpit.
The bound boy’s thick sweat trickles all around Zuko’s face, but he doesn’t care. In fact, Zuko is actively licking Sokka’s armpit. The smell of it makes his eyes water, but his nose and mouth couldn’t care less.
The feeling of Zuko’s tongue sliding up and down the sweaty, sensitive cavern of skin was enough to tickle Sokka even more.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOOOOP!!!” Sokka screams through his gag, laughing uncontrollably at the ticklish act.
Zuko isn’t even trying to tickle Sokka on purpose, he’s just completely immersed in worshipping the boy’s sweaty armpit. His tongue laps up big drops of sweat, while the entire time his nose is busy breathing in the intoxicating scent of Sokka’s natural musk.
“Mmmm... so sweaty... so smelly...” Zuko sighs, catching his breath after nonstop licking.
He doesn’t even hesitate before he presses his entire face back into the drenched pit. Another minute or so ticks by, with Zuko dutifully ridding the armpit of sweat. At last, he pulls himself fully away from the armpit. Sokka breathes a muffled sigh of relief... but only for a few seconds.
“Can’t let the other one go untouched.” Zuko chuckles.
In an instant, Zuko is on the other side of Sokka and has once again buried his face deep into the opposite armpit, identically drenched with sweat like the other one. A thick line of sweat trickles along Sokka’s armpit, only for Zuko to drag his tongue from bottom to top, to which the sweat is collected on his tongue and promptly gulped down by him.
His nose burrows happily against the skin again, too, sniffing up, down, and all around the stinky armpit. Sokka howls and wails with laughter at the ticklish worship, and begs through his gag for Zuko to stop.
Five minutes of unrelenting armpit worshipping pass. Zuko, having lost track of time, pulls his head out from the tight confines of Sokka’s pit.
“That was amazing, huh, Sokka?” Zuko looks at the boy with a wink and a smirk. “And I see that you’re still quite BIG.”
Zuko gestures to Sokka’s bulge, which is twitching and throbbing in the very revealing underwear he’s wearing. Zuko feels his own bulge tenting in his pants.
“What do you think I should do with you now...?” Zuko asks aloud.
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