an au of an au what an aud thing to do

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WHO: Mako, Korra, and Hei
WHAT: Threesome. Why not.

[Mako usually doesn't bother coming home early, even when he gets the chance. In fact, he generally avoids it. Living alone with your ex-girlfriend (an ex simply because she doesn't remember ever being his girlfriend) is awkward. And uncomfortable. And yes, despite both their best efforts, he can hear her masturbating.

So seriously, it's better for everyone involved that he just be at home as little as possible (even if he can't bring himself to actually move out). But today he's tired and he doesn't want to find ways to kill time until it's safe to go home. He just wants to go home and get some sleep.

He sighs and opens the front door.]

Korra, I'm back. [No response. Is she still at the Welcome Center? He thought she had off today... Then he hears her scream.]

KORRA!

[He's rushing up the stairs and towards her voice without a second thought. It doesn't matter how awkward things are between them, he won't hesitate to act if she's in trouble. Though he may want to start verifying that she's actually in trouble.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Psychoanalysis outside of an assignment has never interested Hei, from either side of the couch. Even so, he's aware of Mako's vantagepoint. Aware of what the young man must be seeing -- Korra's skin mottled with hickeys, the lovely caramel-toned flesh still managing to show a bloom of rosy color from repeated sweats, hard climaxes. Aware of how he's breathing in the air redolent of sex and Korra's particular scent, while the twinge of resentment and want builds inside him. He's been made into the the quintessential loser in the car commercial, the poor idiot. Scripted to gaze longingly at the sleek blue Lamborghini Murcielago, with the 632 horsepower, turbo-charged 6.5 litre engine he cannot afford. He doesn't even possess a driver's license. ]

[ If Hei were inclined toward pity, he'd spare some for Mako. Too bad he's not. ]

[ But he thinks, with a flicker like an epiphany, that he's twigged in on a better alternative to pass the time. ]

[ Ignoring the bite of Mako's gaze, he keeps his attention fixed on Korra. It's easy to do. She curls closer, half-hidden in her dark arabesque of hair, so beautiful and small-looking and soft, and his whole body pounds with a brief tenderness that reminds him Mako isn't the only one who has trouble diverting his focus. He smiles inside, but doesn't let the feeling rise to his lips. Still, there is a glint of something darkly amused in his gaze. ]

Maybe. [ His hand skims down the slope of Korra's shoulder, fingers dangling just above her right breast. It's easy to believe it's unconscious, the way he pitches closer, leaning into the shell of her ear to murmur something quietly, but is there anything -- anything at all -- BK201 doesn't do on purpose? ]

[ Lips grazing Korra's earlobe, he breathes, ]

I think he's hungrier than both of us.

[anatural]

[Her first thought is NOBODY is ever hungrier than you, but in the next second she's twigged onto his meaning. Hungry...for sex. For her. She should feel embarrassed by it — she does feel embarrassed, a little, but not in a way that makes her try to hide and cover herself more. It makes her tingle. You can’t be serious. I can’t actually be turned on by this.]

Hei! [She elbows him as though it's his fault, even though she knows he didn't create this situation. He's just making it better worse.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei can practically hear Korra's pulse speeding up, her excitement overflowing. No way she isn't into it, the little minx. Pretending to be shocked. Looking back on it, he should've known she liked to be checked out, when he'd first seen her dancing at that kiddy nightclub, dark hair flying in the multicolored lights and corkscrewing confetti, skin glowy with a sheen of sweat, switching her tail to the thumping beat. She might seem all prickly up top, but she's a wicked little thing deep down. ]

[ Wisely, he keeps the remarks to himself. He doesn't look at Mako, who is still slumped in his corner, unseen but palpably present. He knows the boy is watching them both. If he was younger, Hei wouldn't have hesitated in rubbing Mako's deprivation in his face. Not a competition so much as a demo, a way to establish who'd won the game here, and who was, on the surface, a member of the less than virile breed who'd lucked out on the natural selection dance. But that was years ago, when Hei was about as enlightened as a plank. ]

[ Instead, he lets his palm rest where it is, thumb rubbing idle circles against the tip of her shoulder. Testing the waters. Seeing how far she'll take this; how much Mako can endure as a spectator before he's practically begging to be the participant. ]

[ (Would Hei let him participate, if it came to it? He isn't sure. By nature, he's not jealous so much as territorial. But more than that, he is bored and curious, and he recognizes that curiosity as the harbinger of his own penchant for risk-taking.) ]

[browsofashark]

[She elbows the guy and the movement does mesmerizing things to her breasts. Those breasts... Mako remembers how they felt, pressed against him as they kissed. They never went any farther than that; Korra was too intent on her Avatar training to spend much time fooling around, and Bei Fong kept him busy learning how to work the beat. Even across the room, her breasts feel closer now than they've ever been before. All it would take is one little slip of that sheet and he could see them. He hopes the sheet stays right where it is. The longing to touch her breasts needs to stay locked up in the darkest corners of his mind where it belongs.

He's not looking. He's definitely not looking at Korra as she leans into the guy like some wine-o stumbling out of a bar with the help of a friend. He's not using the tricks Bei Fong taught him about how to observe things out of the corner of your eye to memorize every detail of Korra's obvious arousal.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei is aware of Mako watching Korra. Not head-on, but from the edges of his eyes, with an intensity more burning than any direct glance could ever be. Any other time, he'd experience a prickle of cold, irritated affront. If Mako were a stranger on the street, ogling Korra with that peculiar mix of hunger and resentment, Hei wouldn't think twice about zapping his eyes out of his sockets. But he doesn't -- because the boy is here on sufferance. Allowances must be made. ]

[ And to be perfectly honest, despite his disdain, there is also a twinge of understanding for the younger man, because they both share a hot fixation, warped into two different shapes, for this shining, infuriating, incredible girl. ]

[ Even so, he can't help but needle the boy on the jagged edges of privation. He's not that kind. ]

[ Flicking the loose hair his eyes, he tips his chin to regard Mako, at once unreadable and coolly mocking, ]

Stare any harder, and you'll burn a hole into her sheet. [ A beat, before his gaze shutters -- a dark lupine amusement in the face of Mako's more earnest canine gleam. ] Unless that's what you want.

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I'M NOT STARING! [He gives Korra a betrayed look as she goes Yeah, you kinda are. She says it so lightly, like it's nothing, like it's perfectly normal to be practically naked and in this situation. Like this whole thing isn't complicated and painful for him. She can be such a self-centered--]

You're the ones who can't keep your hands off each other! [Like that's actually relevant to the fight at all.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The outburst doesn't exactly help Mako's case. If anything it curls a threadlike snake of cruel interest through Hei's chest. The observer in him always feeds most heartily on human drama, and is no more tightly tethered to morality than the average Contractor's might be. He's aware of how difficult the situation is for Mako. But he's also aware that half the boy's discomfort stems from how blithe Korra is being about everything. He's still holding onto ideas about love that are just a bit naive. Or maybe it is his ideas about Korra that are naive. Absolute. He's put her on a pedestal. ]

[ He really doesn't know her anymore. ]

[ Hei doesn't detach from Korra. Instead he palms the arc of her neck, the curve of her cheek. Strokes his fingers through the tumbled waves of her hair, which almost seem to crackle with banked heat. It's an idle gesture, like petting a fuzzy kitten. But the message is implicit: Your loss. If the boy had played his cards right, been less ambivalent about snatching what he wanted, this might've been him. ]

[ (It might still be, if Korra leaves the City and returns to her homeworld. But a kernel of cynical perception in Hei doubts it'll last.) ]

[ There's a beat, before he remarks, almost offhand, ]

Didn't peg you for a voyeur. But if that's what blows your dress up...

[ Then this is the best show you'll never have to buy tickets for. ]

[anatural]

Hei... [She tries to make it sound scolding, but she loves these little touches. She can't help leaning into it. And Mako is pissing her off just a little with his sanctimonious indignation. This isn't her fault. The fact that he wants her, the fact that they're stuck here together, like this — she didn't cause any of it.

Mako sputters and shouts defensively, and she can't take it anymore. She hurls a pillow at him, not caring that the sheet falls off her breasts.]

Cover your head if you don't like it!

[mortemscintilla]

[ It's almost comical, the innate childishness of Korra's gesture as she flings the pillow, counterbalanced by the gorgeous sight she makes, her face a little snub dollop in its tangle of hair, the sheet unraveling to show a flash of aureole, wine-dark against the round breast. He can't help but stare. Despite the mild fizzle of amusement, his skin feels light all over, prickling in the cool air. It is like wavering at the edge of a sharp cliff, disorienting and thrilling. ]

[ There's a moment in which he pauses, caught up in a gyre of calculation, self-restraint. Then his gaze drifts fromMako to Korra, and something dark and wicked unfurls inside him, as if two gears that are jammed have suddenly connected and made one smooth revolution. His hesitation falls away. ]

I think he likes it too much.

[ Wryly toneless, as if he couldn't care less. There are better ways to occupy himself. Like dipping his head to kiss Korra -- a soft slide of lips, followed by a scrape of teeth, a lewd wet ribbon of tongue. Taking his time, mapping out the contours inside her hot little mouth, while distracting himself from the rest of his own wakening body. ]

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[anatural]

[Woah okay hold it right there, Hei. Korra may be horny and a little turned on by Mako being here, but that doesn't mean you can just start making out with her in front of him.

Wait. Why not? She's been tiptoeing around his obvious longing for awhile now. Maybe it's time for him to just grow a pair and deal with it. She's not the girl he knew before. She's not sweet and innocent and pure, and she's tired of pretending to be for his sake. (Later Korra may question this train of thought, but with Hei kissing her like that, her logic feels rock solid.)]

[browsofashark]

[Mako hates her. Hates both of them, but Korra's the one whose hand slides down to the other guy's dick. It looks like a porno dick, like the dildos he's seen in the seedier parts of this city and Republic City. It looks nothing like his penis, which is thinner and honestly looks more like an eel. He shifts in his seat, shame-faced and yet only getting more aroused. A low groan escapes his throat as she suddenly takes her boyfriend in her mouth.

Fuck. He's never going to get this image out of his mind. He's going to have a boner for weeks.

Hoping that the blowjob will keep the couple distracted, Mako brings his knees up to his chest and then carefully undoes his pants with one hand. He uses his legs to hide his penis as he starts stroking. A part of him feels dirty, masturbating to Korra like this, but she's the one who started blowing her boyfriend while Mako's watching. She can't honestly expect him to feel nothing.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The split, between observer and participant, between cold cogitation and raw sensation, crackles through Hei like bolt-lightening, making everything feel uncanny and strange from one moment to the next. His breath hitches in his throat as Korra's little hand curls around the jutting heft of his cock. It twitches drunkenly in her palm, an arch of stiffening flesh. Radiating a focused heat -- stunned, gratified -- as she dips her head to take him into her mouth. ]

[ Oh. ]

[ He wasn't expecting her to grow so bold so fast. But with that pent-up energy practically rippling in the heavy air around them, it's no surprise. The noise he lets off is quiet, partways between an appreciative hum and a lazy sigh. Her mouth is oh-so-good -- sweet and slipperyhot. But it's nothing to the sight of her like this: on her knees, a lush drape of dark hair framing her pinkened face, eyes smoky and lips wet as she sucks him in. He can't help but touch her, a display of tender possession: lightly, unhurriedly, carding his fingers through her hair, stroking her nape, palming her shoulders down to the curves of her breasts, rolling the nipples between pinching fingers. ]

[ All the while, he's aware -- despite his coolly-cultivated facade of indifference -- of exactly what Mako's doing. He'd heard the wzzt of the zipper being tugged, tooth by tooth. Can hear the slick susurration of fingers sliding against skin now, and the young man's muffled breathing. His eyes, at once opaque and glinting with a mild interest, trace over Mako's huddled shape. He's trying to hide his obvious hard-on -- but from Hei's vantagepoint he can discern it easily. His mind makes idle comparisons, stemming more from curiosity than competition. The kid's an okay size. A decent handful. ]

[ That doesn't interest him so much as Mako's expression. The tint in those pale cheeks is a blazon of shame and a peculiar innocence. God, is everyone in Korra's kiddy-club a fucking virgin? ]

[ This is going to be hilarious. In more ways than one. ]

You know... it doesn't count as a ninja-wank if someone can see you.

[ Just sayin, Mako.]

[browsofashark]

[Mako blanches and quickly lets go of his penis, putting both hands on his knees in a demonstration of innocence.] I don't know what you're talking about! [Sick freak. How can he pay attention to anything else while he has Korra doing that to him? Why doesn't Korra react at all when the guy accuses him of masturbating?

She does react, of course, though Mako's not in a position to see it. Only Hei can tell the way she tenses, her mouth suddenly squeezing down on him in surprise and (for some reason) unexpected arousal.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He reminds Hei of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. (Or, more appropriately, down his pants.) ]

[ Lips twitching with a fleeting wickedness, he glances away only when he feels the frission of tension pass through Korra, as if her body is abruptly arrested, brain fizzing over with a ratcheting excitement. Curious, he regards her through slitted eyes. Watches the flared pink heat on her cheeks deepen: lust is written on her face in a graphic, gorgeous blaze. ]

[ Hei's half-smile takes on a crooked edge. The entrapped cock in Korra's mouth exudes a hot pulsing, the tip oozing wetness against the roof of her mouth. Without glancing toward Mako, he murmurs, ]

Too late to play innocent.

[ His right hand rests cool and gentle across Korra's nape. The other skims down her body, between her thighs, cupping her sex, his fingers disappearing into the folds. He's both startled yet not by how wet she is -- intensely hot and brimming. Teasingly, he massages the slick heat of her interior, and a moment later brings his fingers up to his mouth. God, she smells good -- musky and sharply-pungent like that first breath of dewy green earth. ]

[ Popping his fingers in his mouth, he sucks them clean. Nothing showy about it. Just a quiet relish, his blood and cock and desire leaping. ]

[ When he glances back at Mako, it's with a fine dry nuance of a sneer. ]

If it gets her dripping, what've you got to complain about?

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[anatural]

[Korra twists his erection hard in her hand in mild irritation. He doesn't have to rub it in; she has a feeling he's going to lord this over her for the rest of forever. But it's not really something she feels like worrying about. This has been a secret fantasy of hers ever since she first started regularly having sex with Hei. A fantasy so secret that she could hardly admit it even to herself, but too hot to resist when handed the opportunity. She blows Hei with even greater enthusiasm than usual. She doesn't just want to please him; she wants to torture Mako.]

[browsofashark]

[Oh, he's tortured all right. Mako can imagine the heat of Korra's mouth around him, how good it would feel to be in that guy's current position, and it makes the air around his erection seem painfully cold in comparison. He wants to go back to jerking off, but the guy's sneer stops him. The other guy clearly outclasses him — in dick, in experience, in confidence — and Mako doesn't want to open himself up to further scorn. (He particularly doesn't want to hear Korra agree.)]

I'm not complaining. I said I didn't know what you're talking about. [His heart clenches as Korra breaks away from what looked like a pretty amazing blowjob. You’ve got a boner, Mako. You’re watching two people have sex; that’s perfectly normal. The sooner you accept it, the happier you’ll be.

The words are out of his mouth before he thinks.]

If I accept it, will you give me a blowjob too?

[He is so dead when she gets over her shock.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Looking back on it, this should've been inevitable. Korra has a particular type, after all. And with the thrumming currents of such high-voltage tension in the air, it's practically like a high school science class. Just one combustible element -- acid to base, match to flame -- and whoosh. Everything erupts. It's pure physics. Pure chemistry. ]

[ But Hei isn't complaining. His original plan was to call his favorite Chinese bistro. Order up a lavish and arterially challenging dinner to pass the time. But this ... This appeases a different breed of hunger. He's always self-cataloging, testing the limits of his own endurance. But it's not as interesting as goading someone else into transgressing the boundaries of theirs. There's a satisfaction, dark and sharp, in watching Korra gorge herself with a beautifully obscene enthusiasm on his cock. In witnessing Mako's straitlaced shell abrade, the longer he watches, into an honest desperation. ]

[ But Hei doesn't feel like the master of ceremonies. He's not playing the Devil's advocate just to watch these nice, wholesome kids debase themselves. Instead, something drifts unanchored inside him -- a bitter, rueful observer. To him, they'll always be a pair of naive children. Taking a walk on the wild side. But in the end, just tourists with the eternal privilege of choice. They can back out anytime things get too perverse or too awkward. ]

[ Hei didn't have that freedom when he was younger. There was no backing out. No saying No. Everything was for a purpose -- information, money, food, shelter. A teenage boy engaging in a threeway with two adults? That was pure calculation, willing abuse, power disparity. Not this liberated college-level fun. ]

[ He tries not to think about it. Korra's mouth is a delicious hot vacuum around his cock. Each time she bobs her head, he can't help but tighten his fingers in her hair, gusting out ragged, appreciative breaths. Then Mako speaks, and she breaks away to stare at him. If I accept it, will you give me a blowjob too? ]

[ Hei blinks, once, twice. A sense of bubbling absurdity nearly makes him laugh. Does he think this is a free-for-all? It's one thing to taunt Mako with a show. It's another thing to let him participate. There's a stubborn possessive-streak in Hei that experiences a twinge of affront at the idea of sharing Korra. ]

[ But it only lasts for a moment. They're not from your world. He doesn't own Korra, She isn't his girl. They're on borrowed time -- and he's just glad for the lending of her. ]

[ The air is chilly on the spit-slicked skin of his erection. Casually, he slips a hand down. Rubs a thumb across the notched ache at the cockhead -- steadying, distracting. When he speaks, his voice is bland as babyfood, ]

Are you asking her, or me? Because I didn't think you swung that way.

[ Deliberately misconstruing. But that's just because he enjoys watching the boy squawk. ]

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[anatural]

He BETTER be asking me! [She snaps that at Hei, at the same time Mako shouts Of course I was asking her! The affronted glares they both give him are comically similar.

It's a good question, though. Mako's, not Hei's. Giving Mako a blowjob would make an already complicated situation even more difficult. She doesn't want him to get ideas or to think that this means more than it does. He doesn't strike her as the kind of guy who goes for casual sex. And it would cross a line for her. She gets off on being seen, being desired, but she's only ever touched Hei. Putting on a show isn't the same as taking another guy into her bed.

She scoots back between Hei's legs and reaches for his free hand, bringing it down to her breasts.]

Show me how much you want it.

[browsofashark]

[He can't believe she just said that. He can't believe she didn't kill him. He seriously can't believe he's lowering his knees and exposing his li'l shark (Bolin's nickname, not his) to both their gazes. If she laughs at him, he's pretty sure he'll die.

She doesn't laugh. His erection twitches as she looks at it with obvious hunger. She's so freaking hot right: naked, disheveled, swollen lips, pert breasts. Flooded with hormones, he's certain that he will never not be in love with her. No other woman could make him crazy like this. He stares at her, fondling her with his eyes as he touches himself. He wants her so much it hurts.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ God, these kids are endearingly easy to tease. ]

[ Hei represses a snort behind a small, tolerant half-smile. Allows Korra to guide his hand down, letting it curl around her breast. Across them, Mako rearranges his upraised legs to expose the pale curve of his erection. With an idle interest, Hei watches him jack himself off, before allowing his gaze to drift up to Mako's face. It's laughable, how clearly the kid is in love with Korra. The rapt glow in his eyes. That boyishly simple look. He reminds Hei of a Labrador retriever, sweetly-dumbstruck and panting for treats. ]

[ A caustic remark dances on the tip of his tongue. But he keeps it to himself. It's clear Korra is blossoming under the kid's adoring regard. There's a kittenish impudence in her manner that's very different from the yielding femininity she often displays with Hei. It doesn't surprise him. There's a neurochemical magic that occurs when two people fuck. Physical attraction versus mental connections. Aligned kinks. Power dynamics. You rarely get the exact combination with a different person. ]

[ And Hei has fucked both the grown woman and the Avatar, whereas Mako has clearly only kissed the earnest young girl, still self-conscious, still learning. ]

[ He is touching himself now, swiping his palm up and down his dick, irregularly tightening his grip in a way that counterpoints the firm kneading of his other hand around Korra's breast. It feels strange. After everything he's done, it seems ... tame, to be sitting around in circle-jerk, maintaining an unspoken bubble of distance. ]

[ He's still not sure he wants Mako participating. Not sure he wants his favorite pet, his little obsession, getting cozy with an old flame. But he's curious, too, of how far Korra is willing to take this. Where she'll convulse like a nun and draw the line, or where she'll go like melting, all wicked twinkly-eyed exuberance. ]

[ Carefully, he manhandles Korra off the floor and onto the bed. Settles her across him, back to his chest, a lush drape of silky hair and skin. Pretzeling his ankles with hers, he coaxes her thighs apart. Brackets her in his arms, both hands cupping her breasts. Lifting them like sweet offerings to Mako's gaze. ]

[ He drops a kiss to her ear -- tender, reassuring. When he speaks, it's barely a rasp of breath, but audible enough for Mako to hear: ]

He should work harder for that blowjob. Make himself useful for something besides beating off.

[browsofashark]

Nobody's asking you. [Mako really hates this guy. Hates that he gets to touch Korra, hates that he can make her light up and smile like that, all playful and wicked and full of delight. He’s right, she tells him. Pleasing yourself isn’t going to prove how much you want it. It's not until she moves her hips that he understands what she means.]

...you want me to put my mouth down there? [She scowls. Uh, it’s a little more involved than just sticking your mouth between my legs.] No way! That's disgusting!

[That was the wrong thing to say and he knows it even before she sits up, looking pissed as a sabertooth mooselion. And me putting my mouth between YOUR legs isn’t? There's no good answer to that. When she puts it that way, it sounds hypocritical, but —] That's different. [The main difference being, one turns Mako on, and the other grosses him out.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The hilarity quotient is rising higher and higher. ]

[ With a dry twitch of his lips, Hei watches them squabble. Mako's prudishness strikes a chord of deja vu -- reminding him of when he'd been fifteen, self-absorbed and squeamish, trying to disguise his obvious inadequacies behind a facade of macho indifference. He'd flat out refused to eat pussy. (Still does, unless it's with someone he's fond of. But that's less out of inexperience and more a personal preference at this point.) He shouldn't be amused by this. Tossing out the surface level that This involves a stuck-up teenaged boy, complete with a bagful of sexual and emotional hangups and an overall dysfunctional personality. Then there's the bickering with Korra, the entitlement, the douchey attitude, the control issues -- ]

[ Okay. Hold on a second. ]

[ He's watching Korra engage in a tiff with himself. A younger, squeamish, virginal, more annoying version of himself. ]

[ But wait. ]

[ Hei actually eats pussy. He's got that in the bag.]

[ Gathering Korra into the cradle of his arms, he brushes his lips across her temple. Kisses her peachy cheek, pinked with an inner heat of anger and arousal. But his gaze stays on Mako. His voice is monotonous -- yet with a mocking, nearly subvocal rasp. ]

I guess no one's ever told you. But every girl fucks better after she's had some tongue. [ A beat, before he smiles fractionally. Disdain is bred in his bones, ice-cool, steeped right now in acid. ] Unless you're scared she's got teeth down there.

[anatural]

[It's a good thing Mako's on the other side of the room, because Korra would totally punch him if she could. She understands being grossed out by oral — she was too at first — but expecting to get it without being willing to give it is just the most selfish, stuck-up, entitled... If that's Mako's attitude towards sex, then she's really not interested in having any with him. The way he snarls All right, fine, I’ll do it! to Hei doesn't help his cause at all.]

No, please, I'd hate for you to disgust yourself. Why don't you just stay in your corner over there and keep playing with your little snake?

[Oh, does he look hurt by the insult to his dick? Well that's what he gets for acting like touching her is gross.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Mako's loss. Hei's sizable gain. ]

[ A sense of mild amusement poking him in the chest, he watches the younger man slump in the corner -- a sulky pooch denied a nice juicy bone. (Heh. See what he did there?) Korra's anger hovers in the air, ready to coalesce into a bright shimmering storm unless something circumvents it. Fortunately he has a good idea of how to mollify her. ]

[ Gently, he squeezes his arms around her -- relishing the warm heavy spill of curves and solid muscle over a stunning framework of bones. Manhandling her with a playful yet careful deliberation, he tumbles her until she's sprawled across the bed. Kneeling at its edge, he flicks on the bedside light so it pours gold slats across her thighs. Grasping her knees, tipping them back, he opens her wide. Knowing Mako, from his vantagepoint, will see as well as Hei does. How she is laid open, undefended, that shock of soft dark curls between her thighs and that deep pink bit peeping between them, all slick and lewdly inviting. ]

[ Eyes drifting half-shut, Hei nuzzles at Korra's inner-thighs, rubbing his bristly cheek against the tender skin like a restless cat. Mouths at that flocked scrim of curls, before murmuring into them -- a hot, focused cloud of heat growing and rolling in place where his mouth rests, a micro-cyclone over slicked skin. ]

Maybe that's all he's good for. Watching.

[ It's your own fault for being a fucking princess about it, Mako. ]

[browsofashark]

That's not true! [Indignant, Mako jumps to his feet and goes to push Hei aside. He'll show them!]