an au of an au what an aud thing to do

[browsofashark]

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]

[ 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!]

[mortemscintilla]

[ What's with the shoving? This isn't an all-you-can-eat buffet before closing time. (If it were, then Mako would see some real violence.) Eyebrows moderately raised, Hei doesn't budge at all, because his desire to always maintain the upper-hand over claimed territory, to stay close o Korra, is as ready as any other desire, rising up prickly and compelling -- along with an itch, admittedly puerile, to backhand the kid across the face with a nasty thwack. ]

[ He blinks once, then twice, his head pillowed on the curve of Korra's thigh. Eyes slitted, face in neutral, as intensely unreadable as a cat, a cat watching a pesky mouse. Eventually though, he tips a shoulder in a shrug. Takes his time in shifting to accommodate Mako, who is all too eager to scramble into his place. ]

[ When he speaks, his tone is unreadable: gray steel and concrete. ]

Then put your money where your mouth is.

[ Pun very much intended. ]

1/2

[anatural]

[You both might want to consider asking Korra what she wants. Because after that little display, she's definitely not interested in Mako's most likely inexperienced attempt to eat her out. She puts her foot on his shoulder and shoves him back.]

I'm not interested in your money or your mouth.

[browsofashark]

Look, I'm sorry about what I said! But you can at least give me a shot! [Wrong choice of words there, Mako, he thinks as Korra snaps that she doesn't have to do anything with him. How's he supposed to make it up to her if she won't let him?

In desperation, he turns to look at the other guy.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hey, don't look at him. It's your own fault you can't go downtown because there's a huge-ass foot stuffed up your mouth. ]

[ Korra kicks Mako back, and Hei's jaw almost twitches with a near-successfully suppressed smirk. So imperious, his little Avatar. When he meets Mako's gaze, it's with something at first hostile, then faintly pitying -- an expression trapped under a foot of ice. Inside, dislike wars with an unshakable understanding. The kid looks so pathetic, so plaintive, with his dick hanging out and his lower-lip jutting. A pining man-child. If Korra were anyone other than Korra, Hei would wonder if he's in the presence of a master manipulator. It takes skill for a woman to make any grown man -- especially one who was absolutely repulsed by the idea a hot minute ago -- grovel for the privilege to eat her out. ]

[ Eventually -- because cases of exceptional idiocy deserve special concessions -- he says, in a tone somewhere between grudging and offhand, ]

...I could give you pointers...

[anatural]

[Korra glowers at Hei.]

Pointers aren't the issue. [She resents Mako's pushiness, considering how nasty he'd been just a few minutes ago. You don't get to call her gross and then demand to touch her. She brings her legs up onto the bed, crossing them and her arms. Sex isn't off the table, but she'll have to be wooed back into it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She reminds Hei of a touch-me-not flower. Her body is so alluring, all petaled curls and lush softness, but wedded to her prickly face, like stem to blossom, it seems to sum her up as an incongruity. Hei glares briefly at Mako, his eyes sharp as an arctic bite -- an unspoken This is all your fault -- then recalls himself to a semblance of softness when he glances back at Korra, his face smoothing out into friendlier lines. (Privately, he knows it's damn hypocritical of him to take the high road, considering that in the face of his own cruelties towards Korra, Mako's boorishness amounts to little more than a pinch.) ]

[ Gently, he reaches out and strokes her. A soothing but somehow beguiling play that sends his fingertips skittering from her shoulders down to her ripe, dark little arms, across her flank, down the belly, teasing the tuft of dark curls showing between her crossed legs. ]

[ Quietly, as if Mako is no longer in the room, (even though it's him that's being discussed,) ]

Then he can go back to watching.

[ Because he hasn't done anything, in Hei's estimation, to warrant a higher favor. ]

[anatural]

[Korra relaxes some as Mako backs down, clearly unhappy but not pushing the issue. She focuses her attention on Hei and the way he's touching her. She nuzzles his chin, trailing kisses down his neck in a way that's not so much sexual as self-soothing. Mako didn't just ruin his chance to go down on her; he basically killed the entire mood. She feels a little self-conscious about her body, about the fact that she's being sexual in front of another person, not just another person but Mako. Maybe this whole thing was a terrible idea... But she can't exactly stop now, can she? Seven hours of sexual frustration and awkwardness would be unbearable.

So she focuses on kissing Hei, letting his touch soothe ruffled feathers and injured feelings..]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei's aware of Mako's energy buzzing against his flank -- sullen, stymied. But with the way Korra's nuzzling at him, with all the sweet pliancy of kitten asking to be petted, the younger man is easy to ignore. Both a white elephant -- (white shark?) -- yet practically invisible. Her kisses seem to leave little splotches like heat-prints on his skin: he can almost imagine them that way, glowing and radioactive, bright-red like lipstick stains. ]

[ Humming, he gathers her closer. Lets his mouth drift in a game of soothing hopscotch, touching her face here and there, tender and cool and moist, sprinkling kisses across her shoulders and breasts as he shifts half on top of her, half kneeling by the foot of the bed, a heavy comforting semi-drape. His palms skim along her flanks, squeezing the curves of her hips, trailing down her thighs and calves to close around her ankles. His fingers find the ticklish spots on her feet, then lift them so he can nip the ball of one foot, then the other -- teasing yet almost indecently sweet. ]

[ At the crux of his body, his cock feels like a bow of pure heat; his breath seems to come across her skin in plumes like steam. Not impatient, but nonetheless caught in a fevery rush of want. Then Korra's feet are dropped, and she is being pulled down the bed, tenderly split apart like a wishbone until her legs dangle off the edge of the mattress. So she's spread wide and slick for him, her clit peeking out from the tangle of pubic hair and her pinkish inner folds. So he's at the perfect angle to dip his head, covering her sex and stroking his tongue along the length of her wet slit -- languid, greedy sweeps. ]

[browsofashark]

[Sex looks so weird. Mako doesn't understand how the guy can put her feet in his mouth — it's gross. Korra's feet are as beautiful as the rest of her, but they're feet. You don't put feet in your mouth. And yet, watching them, Mako's erection throbs even more painfully than before. He has to take it in his hand to keep it from exploding.

She's so fucking beautiful. It hurts him to watch her get more and more worked up, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure break over her. He wants to be the one making her feel like that, making her whimper and scream, instead of being exiled to jerk off alone.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ As you get older -- or a little more experienced -- you'll learn a secret, Mako. Sex may be a lot of things. But it's not pretty. Nothing that addresses human needs at such a fundamental level is. It is messy, undignified, clumsy and imperfect. But it can also be strangely compelling to those who have developed a taste for it. If it's perfect angles, immaculately waxed pubes, lipstick-glossed lips gobbling sanitized dicks and prettified simulations of orgasm you want, go watch porn. Pleasure is on the inside, and the easiest thing in the universe to fake. ]

[ Hei's pleasure is real enough, though. Must be, because he's not making an effort to deliver the performance of a lifetime -- not for a mark's benefit, or with the exact same ruthless self-criticism a world-class ballerina applies when dancing in front of a mirror -- but he feels it nonetheless. ]

[ He's aware of Mako's yearning gaze. But the young man keeps his distance, his silence. Letting Hei focus on Korra. Not that it's hard. There is something witchy about her skin, her scent. Once his mouth is in contact with her, it is impossible to break away. Digging the fingers of his right hand into her hipbone, he holds her steady. The left hand makes a V to separate her lips; he teases the slick point of her clit with the tip of his tongue, unhooding it, giving it a relentless sloppy attention and then returning to languid laps across her entrance, sucking the delicate fringe of her inner-lips and humming as a strange sympathetic shudder passes from his nape to his groin in cold-hot ripples of need. ]

[anatural]

[Korra turns her head as she climbs higher and accidentally meets Mako's eyes. It's hard to hold a grudge when Hei's working her body so thoroughly. She softens, and suddenly Mako is crawling over to her. His hand is on her breasts and his mouth is on hers, his his kisses clumsy but achingly sincere. The passion is both flattering and frightening. She tips over the edge with a scream that's swallowed by his mouth.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Mouth a ruthless hot vacuum, tongue forcing her open with slick stabs, Hei watches Mako crawl up the bed, across Korra. His hands cup her breasts and his mouth is on hers, at once awkward and strangely worshipful. Hei can't help but experience a dull surge of possessiveness; in the next breath, he sets it aside. They make such a riveting picture, the gleaming dark of Korra's curves against the pale sharp lines of Mako's own body. Not unlike how he and Korra look, whenever they fuck in front of a mirror. There is something about those gluttonous, liquid sounds of kissing, undercut by Korra's muffled cry as she comes, that turn him on with frightening intensity. His cock isn't just erect: it practically hurts. ]

[ His mouth stays where it is for a moment. Feeds on that tangy gush of wetness, feeling the walls of her sex flutter weakly around his tongue. Then he's climbing up the bed, the length of her body becoming a moist constellation of kiss-bitten spots before he reaches her mouth, his torso a taut arch over hers. Fingers under her chin, nudging until her mouth breaks away from Mako's. Hei kisses her hard, feeding her back the tart taste of herself, drawing her tongue into his mouth as if to consume it. ]

[ After a breathless moment, he breakes away. Smoothes her tangled hair back with his palm -- wistful, almost tender. The glance he gives Mako isn't exactly companionable. But there's something behind the guardedness -- a sense of shared amusement. ]

Still think it's disgusting?

1/2

[browsofashark]

[Mako glowers at the interloper. What right does this guy have to flaunt his mistakes at him?]

I said I'd do it. [He'll do it right now. Game on, asshole.]

[anatural]

Woah, hold on! [Korra grabs Mako as he starts heading down her body. Dizzy from climax and kisses, she fumbles.] Not yet. I'm a little too sensitive right now. [Normally she'd be all over multiple successive orgasms, but she and Hei had already been going at it pretty hard before Mako came in, and right now she's flirting with the painful side of sensitivity.]

But why don't you take the rest of your clothes off. [He looks hot but also more than a little ridiculous, fully dressed with his penis hanging out in the wind. He doesn't need to be asked twice.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Interloper? Hello pot, my name is kettle. ]

[ Hei refrains from tossing any caustic remarks when Korra stops Mako from going down on her. (But seriously. Hasn't the kid heard of a refractory period?) Instead he stretches out beside Korra, head propped on one hand, the other letting the palm splay possessively across her body, under her breasts. His cock juts against her hip, the eye painting a wet dab across the skin. He ignores it for the moment, gaze descending down Mako's body as he strips. Less comparative, more assessing, like an appraiser confronted with goods that are only just living up to their worth. ]

[ Idly, he nuzzles Korra's neck, lips brushing her ear. Breathes in a teasing purl, ]

You'd be able to tell us apart in the dark. Right?

[anatural]

[Korra rolls her eyes, even as she leans into Hei's touch.] Of course I will. You look completely different. [Which is in and of itself pretty fascinating to her. She knows that everybody's penis is different, but this is her first opportunity to actually see the proof. She wonders if it will feel different too. When Mako finishes stripping and stands awkwardly by the bed, waiting for his next instruction, she immediately reaches out to take it in her hand.]

Huh. It feels different too.

[That's all she gets to say before Mako shudders and sprays her breasts, her shoulder, and even her hair with his come. Evidently that last little bit of sensation was all he needed to tip over the edge.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Blinking, Hei watches Mako blow his wad -- a sudden spasm like a hard sneeze, splattering Korra everywhere in a cloudy gush. A few hot droplets even splash Hei's arm. With a scowl, he straightens, grabbing for the tissues on the bedside table. Dabs himself off, before handing the box to Korra. His gaze, as it flicks toward Mako, projects a subtle sense of disdain while in no way actually doing so. ]

[ That, he thinks dimly, is one thing he doesn't miss about being a teenager. Getting it up in 0.2 nanoseconds doesn't mean much if that's the exact same time-frame for its utility. Not that Hei is getting on in the world. He's barely pushing twenty-five. But after everything he's learnt and endured, all the tricks he's stocked up on, he feels more like he's traversed several lifetimes. Tired and infinitely bored. ]

[ When he speaks, his tone, however gentle, edges toward withering, ]

Happens to the best of us. I'm sure.

[browsofashark]

[The worst part isn't the embarrassment of coming so quickly. It's not the other guy's obvious disdain. The worst part is the way Korra says Don’t be a jerk as she elbows him. That's what she always called him. They never did pet names, but it was Korra's insult of choice and he was pretty much always the target. It's such a stupid thing to miss, the way she'd yell at him when she was angry or even just annoyed. It's a ridiculous thing to break your heart over.

He puts up a token resistance as she tugs him onto the bed and tells him he should clean her up, but he can't really say no to her. A part of him regrets every time he said no to her in the past, like somehow things would've been different if he'd said "yes." He wipes off her skin without looking at her — but refusing to look at her is just as much a giveaway as meeting her eyes and letting her see how much this hurts. So he leans over and cleans up the sticky residue with his tongue, worship and apology in every kiss.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei is aware -- abruptly, uncomfortably -- of the currents in the air shifting, the mood darkening. It's like a glow dimming several notches, but not the way dusk envelops the sunshine. More like the stagelights flickering off after a performance, the moment the blatting band falls silent, the collective applause of the audience giving way to the rustle of tumbling curtains, the performers stripping off their colorful costumes and painted visages in a waft of staggering honesty, a human imperfection. It's almost like he's watching something he shouldn't. ]

[ He's so used to using sex as a tool, a smokescreen, a fucking synesthetic metaphor. But he has no idea how to behave when it's just that -- sex. Not the mechanics, but the underlying frailties and intimacies of it. Watching Korra and Mako being all gooey and emotional, he feels like he shouldn't be here. Because against that boy's poignant honesty, his own feelings for Korra -- whatever they are -- seem to ring hollow, inorganic and somehow irrelevant. ]

[ He wants to look away. But he feels the pull of that pretty picture in his bones, a strong current anchoring him to the spot. Dropping a hand, he strips his cock roughly, absently. Watching them, feeling them, but somehow not with them at all. It's a sordid, almost lonely sensation. ]

[anatural]

[Korra can feel the shift in the mood as well, although she's not emotionally adept enough to understand why. She gets that Mako is embarrassed, which is why she tried to distract him with cleaning her up. She lets out little noises of pleasure and approval as he mouths her all over; strokes his hair and hopes that the off feeling she gets from him will pass. More concerning is the change in Hei. After a year of being tangled in each other's lives, she's learned to recognize even the slightest shift in his moods, no matter how well he hides the signs. But while she can see the shift, she can't translate the meaning; it's like seeing the character for a word you don't know. With Hei, unknown words can be dangerous. She doesn't want that inflicted on Mako any more than she wants to deal with it herself.

She turns her head, ignoring the awkward crink in her neck, and leans over to kiss him, pull him back into the moment with her. Without him, it's not nearly as fun. As good as Mako's mouth feels, Hei's the one she really wants.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She tilts her head to kiss him, but Hei's mouth lacks its kick. There's no sparkage or gunpowder. His lips are soft, and merely seem to follow hers. His eyes are open, fixed on Mako's movements, like an animal trying to understand and replicate human endeavor, but failing. It's not Korra's fault, or Mako's. Just Hei's own hang-ups, which make him feel like a peeping Tom, watching under false pretenses. ]

[ Forcibly, he shakes off the sense of alienation. His eyes shutter half-closed; when he sinks into the kiss, it's almost with a chaste curiosity, like a child. He can feel her effort to engage him, to include him in the goings-on again like an accomplice, a partner-in-crime. But that doesn't affect him nearly as much as the way she gives herself to the kiss -- such a charming yearning. ]

[ Desire, like a thick serpent curled around the base of his spine, dormant and slumbering, stirs awake. It uncoils with a hiss and begins to make its way up to his brain. Humming, Hei presses closer, at a better angle, his kisses becoming a hot swirl of tongue and biting teeth. Breaking away only to gnaw the delicate flutter of pulse under her jaw, lap the curve of her throat. Her skin is moist all over, exuding a heavy, salty musk. He takes deep delicious whiffs of her as he presses her back, nuzzling her anywhere Mako isn't. Shoulders, armpits, clavicle, breasts. Gulping one nipple into his mouth, he skims a palm down her body, combing the patch of curls that frame her sex, tangling them between his fingers to tug with a sweet roughness, overload her with a build-up of soft-hard sensation. ]

[browsofashark]

[Heartache fades as Korra's pleasure builds. Jealousy too takes a backseat. She's too beautiful like this to leave room for anything but awe and lust. Mako kisses her all over, experimenting with little nips and suckles to see what draws the most sound out of her, even observing Hei to imitate what he's doing. Anything to please her.

He gasps against her neck as she takes his stiffening erection into one hand; from the corner of his eye, he can see her other hand take Hei's. She strokes them both slowly, with an iron grip that makes Mako's eyes water and he can't tell pain from pleasure.]

Too hard. [The confession is hissed out reluctantly, and with no small amount of nervousness until she loosens her grip and kisses him apologetically.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei's hands and mouth play angel's advocate -- sometimes mirroring the same paths Mako takes, other times diverging almost to showcase where Korra is most sensitive. Wet sucking kisses to dips of throat and arms and elbows. The feathery skitter of nails along her flanks, the tops of her thighs. Laving friction along the damp cleft of her cleavage, her navel, the creases of groin and leg. Nibbling kisses on the undersides of her breasts, where they hang on her ribs, the flesh so cruelly treated by sarashi bindings and underwire bras. ]

[ His cock prods her belly, her hip. He lets off a sibilant noise when her little hand curls around it, before trailing off on a jittery hum of approval. ]

Harder.

[ It's like a difference in key signatures, major and minor. What jangles with ugly notes of discomfort for Mako only makes Hei's own nerves fucking chime, a repetitive song in E sharp. His hips stir, a measured but instinctive grind, cock twitching and wet-tipped in her palm, a dull cramp of need. But his own body is less a focal point than Korra's own. One hand quests through the damp hot curls between her thighs, tracing the slick seam of her with a calloused fingertip. The other cups her right breast, the nipple darkly erect -- a pretty offering for Mako's mouth. ]

Bite, [ he murmurs, voice abraded into a shadowed half-tone of itself. ] She likes it.

[ Hopefully the boy has the sense not to take it too far and go after her nipple as if ducking for apples in a barrel. ]