"Do you hear something?" Zuko asked, bracing a hand against Sokka's shoulder, but he couldn't quite push Sokka away, moaning softly as his head fell back.

"No," Sokka said against his throat, then returned to his sucking, biting kiss, hand pushing a little further into Zuko's pants, "relax. . ."

Zuko was about to say he didn't think he could possibly relax any more while his boyfriend was doing that, and then he stiffened all over as the door slammed open with the sound of metal-soled boots running; he lifted his head and peered around Sokka's loose hair to see, as he'd feared, several - now seemingly very shocked and embarrassed - royal guards.