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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[anatural]

[Korra chases after his lips, needing more than just a quick peck.]

I don't care. [Just as long as something fills her quickly. She's aching. Mako settles behind her, his hands going to her hips, but his eyes on Hei — challenging yet uncertain.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei meets the challenge in Mako's stare. His own gaze, heavily lidded, is still capable of projecting an interiorized brooding. He might not be plotting anything; might merely be composing a mental shopping list to tick off at the grocery store later. But he looks like a predator meditating on his next kill. Logically, he knows it'd be simpler if Mako was the one to fill Korra's sex, leaving Hei to handle the back passage. Less mess, less pain. It's the boy's first time, after all; he's bound to be clumsy. ]

[ Yet that's a lapse into a tolerance too generous for Hei's own limits. He's willing to share Korra. But only up to a certain point. When she says, I don't care, he doesn't bother to argue about niceties like comfort and suitability. Instead, he reaches for the lube on the bedside drawer. Pours out a generous puddle into his palm, warming it up, before handing the bottle to Mako. ]

Make sure it doesn't get under your condom.

[ Terse, operational, as if he's instructing the boy on how to clean his rifle. There's nothing businesslike about his greased-up fingers, though. Dropping his hand between Korra's open thighs, he cups her sex for a moment, squeezing with a rough affection. Dips his head to kiss her again -- wet and probing and lush -- as his fingers slip lower, between the cleft of her ass. He probes the little pucker with one fingertip, slicking it up, opening her by degrees, before nudging the digit inside. In and out, readying her with liberal smears of lube, then adding a second finger, massaging the fluttering heat of her. ]

[ It's a long moment before his fingers drag free with a slick pop. Breaking the kiss, he grabs her hand with his free one. Wraps it around Mako's sheathed cock, before nuzzling her ear to breathe, ]

Show him how to stick it in.

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[Wait. Hold on. Maybe we should stop. Things have suddenly gotten real and Mako isn't sure he's ready. As hot as it's been to watch Korra getting fingered, hearing her sounds of pleasure, he's going to be entering her now. What if the condom breaks? Could she get pregnant? Okay no that's a stupid question of course she can't get pregnant from her butt stop thinking like Bolin. But still. This is serious. Maybe they should think about this a little more.

Except there's no more time to think about it. Korra's hand is around him and he can't say no, it feels too good. And then he's pushing aside and she's so tight, it hurts. It hurts and he can't stop pushing inside.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ What's there to think about? Having a threesome with Korra is hardly the worst thing a guy could do. That's the thought Hei consoles himself with as he watches Mako push inside Korra, while Hei himself soothes her, distracts her with other sensations -- skimming his fingertips along her breasts and flanks, stroking her thighs, grasping the twitching heft of his cock in one hand and angling it at her entrance, teasing the folds of her labia with the head. Oh, there are plenty of other ways this could've gone down, but he's not feeling too badly for this one. All the self-recrimination, the doubt? It may strike him hard between the shoulders in the morning. In this moment, though, everything is clear. Korra gets to indulge in one of her hottest secret fantasies, Mako gets relieved of his virginity, Hei gets to pretend he did everyone a favor. Happy endings for all. ]

[ Yeah fucking right. ]

[ He waits until Mako sinks all the way inside Korra. It takes a little patience; their movements are like a completion of key to unoiled lock; struggling to fit. Then Hei is inching closer, gathering her in. Guiding his cockhead to its target, he dips his head, sucking Korra's lower-lip between his teeth as he pushes inside. It almost hurts, she feels so good. Fucking wet, fucking tight, a brutal fluttering sweetness. Stifling a growl, he hitches himself in deeper, until their wiry hairs are crushed together. ]

[ For a moment, stunned, breathless, Hei fights the urge to buck. The hand not gripping tight to Korra's hipbone lifts to cradle her face. Breaking the kiss, he regards her with eyes that are at once opaque and hazily warm. ]

Okay?

[anatural]

[She's stuffed to the gills, sandwiched between two of the hottest guys she knows. Mako's covering her shoulder in kisses and murmuring nonsense words of pleasure, and Hei's kisses have left her breathless.]

Yeah. [She is so much more than "okay," but to say that involves more words than she's really capable of at this moment. She rolls her hips, encouraging both men to move. She feels like she could come at any moment, and then again and again and again...]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei's breath releases itself in a sharp hiss; he hasn't realized he's been holding it. He circles her closer, though they are already so close, enough that if he wants, he could reach beyond her to Mako. He has no intention of doing that, though; it already feels like too much intimacy to have Korra wedged between them. He can feel the boy's cock, through the thin membrane that separates them, a dull caress as the bulk of him slides in and out. ]

[ Yet Korra is hardly the flesh-stage upon which everything plays out. Her exquisite flutters, her warmth, send Hei's nerves tumbling into a shrill chorale, lighting them up bright as day, every heartbeat, every small movement, seeming to bring with it a salvo of sensation, heat, sheer starved bliss. ]

[ Panting, Hei grips her hip with bruising fingers. His other hand takes a fistful of her soft hair and clutches there for emphasis, holding her captive. Every detail of her visage is clear and vibrant -- the glinting whites of her eyes, the feathery curl of lashes on her eyelids, the gleam of sweat on her skin, the stray hairs falling across her forehead, damply gleaming. Such a flushed, tortured, delicious little face. ]

[ He doesn't kiss her. Keeps his gaze on her instead -- merciless, unblinking. Mapping the journey each sensation takes through her body. His rhythm is deep -- wet grinding thrusts that mash her clit against his pelvis. Sometimes matching Mako's cadence, sometimes taking a completely different one. Ignoring the obtrusive rub of the boy's balls and focused entirely on Korra's slicked inner-heat, her fluttering tremors. ]

[browsofashark]

[Mako likes the rub of their balls together. Not that he's really aware of it — his entire attention is focused pretty heavily on the choking pressure of Korra around his shaft. Nor would he ever in ten million years admit it to anyone else because he doesn't want to seem any less manly. (Bolin never had any problem with gay people, but they always made Mako a little uncomfortable.) Still, the truth is he likes that added sensation. It sends shivers right up through his balls and draws ragged moans from his throat.

He's trying to hold out as long as he can, but fuck she feels so good.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ You sound like such a fucking princess, Mako. Every man alive and in possession of an erection has questioned his sexuality at one point or another. (All right, maybe not every man. But the circumstances Hei grew up in were far from PG-rated and heteronormative -- or even strictly normative.) ]

[ His gaze flicks between Mako and Korra. Tweaking receptivity, mapping sensations. The boy seems to be a dozen thrusts away from blowing his load. Hei can tell from his expression -- lost and quietly desperate, coasting the edge. He knows from experience how the kid must be feeling, hilted so deep in Korra: the snug combination lock of her body and his, the rough-soft, slippery sensation of her gripping and flexing around his embedded cock, as if trying to squeeze all pleasure, all breath, and all sanity from him. ]

[ Between them, Korra feels delicate, so small and pinned, so at their mercy. He's amazed she can stir even if she wants to. He keeps his thrusts steady, deep, his hands traveling up and down her body, sometimes clutching unconsciously here and there in bruise-blotchy prints, other times encountering some part of Mako's arms or shoulders or torso. But there's nothing caressing about it -- more a rough, instinctive grappling. They seem to come together across her skin, to meet, to fight, like gladiators -- with Korra as both the amphitheater and the empress who can curb them with the smallest word or look. ]

[anatural]

[Like she'd even want to. Their ferocity is perfect; it sets her entire body on fire. And yet the only one she really cares about is Hei. Mako is warm and Mako is wonderful but Mako is just dressing, a nice but non-essential treat. She wraps her arms around Hei's neck and devours him with her mouth. When she comes, it's with a full body shudder and a violent scream.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei never gets tired of it -- the way Korra descends into that sweet breathlessness that signals she's close. How she plays a symphony of small kitten-whimpers, until the peak hits her, and then she spends from deep inside, in hard waves like labor, her scream wrenched almost in pain, as if from the shock of some intense intimacy of invasion. ]

[ He grips her tightly, their mouths sealed together, passing gusting breaths back and forth. His rhythm is deep and rapid now, the cock stretching and pounding her with a punishing force, even as he is overcome with the heat of her spasms, her exquisite tremors. Her scream gets swallowed into his mouth; he feeds her a dry harsh scrape from his own throat, not truly a groan except in feeling. He's not sure how much longer he can hold out; he wants desperately to come, yet he wants also to fuck her for hours, leave her a sore, rumpled, slick-skinned heap. ]

[ In the end, the most he can do is drop a hand between them. Fingers working in where her splayed sex meets his own moist taut skin, fondling her clit in a side-side flurry to stretch her climax out -- until at last he comes like a blowback from a shotgun, skull and groin and all across his body's meridians, bursting into the condom with a ragged exhalation like a death-rattle. ]

[browsofashark]

[Mako's come long before the both of him, though somehow he manages to remain hard as they ride out their climaxes. He's never seen anything as beautiful as Korra when she comes. He tries to memorize the way she looks, because he knows he's never going to see this again. It was stupid to think that he could somehow win her through his sexual prowess, or that his love would translate into magical sex talents that would make her love him again. It's crystal-clear where her heart is.

After helping her sink onto the bed, he pulls out. Wistful longing is somewhat dampened by the smears of poop on his condom. Gross. Still, when Korra rolls over and asks him how it was, he tells her the truth.]

That was amazing.

[Now if he could just figure out how to get the condom off without touching feces...]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Jelly-limbed, panting, Hei sprawls across the damp disarray of the bedspread. The air is muggy, smelling of the salt and seafoamy tang of their exertions. His skin prickles with drying sweat; he badly wants a shower. Worse, the hunger, gnawing earlier at his belly, is beginning to creep to his extremities, blurring his thoughts into a tepid, exhausted haze. The dangers of falling asleep are very real. ]

[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear. Sits up, propped on one elbow, to regard Mako and Korra -- bright-eyed and damply-sheened like two baby seals lolling on the rocks. Taking note of Mako's condom situation, Hei winces faintly, then tosses the tissuebox the boy's way -- more out of an innate fastidiousness than any inclination to be helpful. Once that's dealt with, he chucks his own condom in the dustbin, hands working in idle, well-practiced movements. ]

[ He doesn't cuddle Korra. It's too warm, and the unfathomable want and tenderness towards her that had clogged his mind during the fuck is gone, replaced by a sense of his own stupidity and error. This wasn't a good idea. He's clear-headed enough to acknowledge that now. The situation between Mako and Korra is already a mess. But it's clearly nothing to the disaster-in-progress that exists between Korra and himself. ]

[ The look he'd seen in her eyes when she came ... the feelings that had filled him, a strange congestion ... They are to be avoided. ]

[ Eventually, in a dry attempt to dispel the mood, ]

...A big bowl of ramen right now would be more amazing...

[anatural]

[Korra is blissfully unaware right now of the emotional undercurrents running through the room. Her body feels too good to be on high alert, and Mako's presence divides her attention enough that any subtle signs she might have otherwise picked up on are missed. Everybody seems content, which makes her happy. She rolls her eyes affectionately and swats Hei's thigh as he quips about the ramen.]

Pig. See if I let you get any more ever again. I'm joking, Mako. [Added as it seems like Mako's going to jump in and defend her honor. She stretches languorously, knowing how it draws their eyes to her and enjoying it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Watching Mako bristle to defend Korra, Hei thinks, dimly, that the boy would strangle him if he knew just how cruel and biting Hei has been to her in the past. They're usually rough with each other, the two of them; able to say the awful truth, to drive the knife home. No holds barred. Nobody shields the weak after all. ]

[ But all the surface barbs can't dispel the physical truth of Hei's softening contentment. Or how Korra can bring him back to the surface of his skin with each fuck, seal him inside his bones, force a bright connection between the Hei who wears a Contractor's facade, so cold and cutting and distant, and the Hei who likes stupid things like stargazing and sunny afternoons and the smell of crisp laundered sheets and whose mind now melts dreamily, secretly, at the edges, watching Korra arch, catlike, across the rumpled bedspread. ]

[ Against his will, Hei resettles his weight, body angled toward Korra. He doesn't touch her, but he seems almost languid, droopy-eyed, his breath warm at the curve of her shoulder. It's a lie to say he's forgotten Mako is there. But right now, the boy is an irrelevancy. Korra is the epicenter of Hei's interest -- at least until he can muster the energy to break away from her dizzying orbit, to head to the bathroom to wash up and piece his equilibrium together. ]

[ Idly, ]

Egg rolls. I can at least order up some egg rolls.

[ He is really fucking hungry okay. ]

[anatural]

You can order whatever you want. Nobody's stopping you. [She smiles at him, also forgetting Mako in her contentment. Hei's gotten so much better about not shutting down after sex, but it's still enough of a novelty that she doesn't want to pay attention to anything else; she just wants to enjoy these moments of closeness and connection for as long as it lasts.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Poor Mako. Consigned to the background like sharp-shaped wallpaper. ]

[ Hei keeps his half-shuttered eyes fixed on Korra, his breathing steadying like there's something gentle curling in his chest. He likes the warmth spreading into the gap between their bodies; likes the soft glow of her eyes, so dreamily blue. Moments like these, he feels almost like he could be done with flashbang affairs. A sentimental thought, at the end of the day, but maybe stagnating for so long in one place -- no Contractors, no battles, no Syndicate -- will do that to you. It unnerves Hei on some level, and he still isn't amenable to too much intimacy and unnecessary touches in bare little moments. ]

[ But Korra doesn't offer them, like maybe she's starting to know and understand him a little too. ]

I will, then.

[ Matter-of-fact, but with an amusement at the edges. Reaching for his Network device, he thumbs in the number for his favorite take-out place. Places an order (large enough for twelve people) before pausing, mid-type, as if remembering he and Korra aren't the only ones in the room. ]

[ To Mako, an offhand question that might be a temporary olive branch, ]

You want sake?

[ Hopefully the kid isn't as much of a lightweight as Korra. ]

[browsofashark]

[Mako sits up and tries to ignore the moony nonsense going on between them. Yeah, he's glad he could be a sex toy in their little love affair. That’s not fair. You knew what you were getting into.]

I don't drink. [He saw how people on the streets turned to alcohol to forget their problems, and how that only made their problems worse. He promised himself he would never touch the stuff, for Bolin's sake.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh. Worse than a lightweight. A fucking teetotaler. ]

[ Even so, Hei keeps any hint of disdain off his face. Everyone has their own addictions, and it's no dirty secret that they're so prevalent because they're enjoyable. No one gets addicted to doing their taxes or eating their lima beans. You get addicted to things that bring you something -- respite, pleasure, distraction, oblivion. The danger comes when you choose that over the longer term consequences. ]

[ He tries not to think about it. Or to allow his mind to go through a checklist of all the ways this boy -- straight as an arrow and boring to a fault -- is nonetheless more suitable to Korra than Hei himself will ever be. Safer, more benign, at least. Instead he tips a shoulder, a dismissive Suit your own damn self, and finishes placing his order. ]

[ Settling back, he tucks an arm under his head. Reaches out after a moment, and then cards the fingers of the other hand through Korra's hair, almost as if he's degenerated to a point where he is unwilling to pass up any indulgence. Everything is to be savored, without discrimination or judgment of suitability -- because he has no idea how long the mellow atmosphere will last. In this room, in his own head. ]

1/2

[browsofashark]

[Mako doesn't stick around to watch Hei pet Korra, or how she leans into his touch. He doesn't want to see how damn happy she looks, now that pleasure no longer drowns out the pain. It's so stupidly clear that she loves him, It's like she's been telling him all along — she isn't the Korra he knows. She's been through so much that he wasn't there for, but Hei has. It connects them in a way he'll never be able to touch.]

I'm going to the bathroom.

[anatural]

[Yeah, yeah, go to the bathroom, Mako. Korra's just going to be lying here, all but purring as Hei strokes her hair. She kisses his wrist when it gets close enough.]

How was it for you?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei watches Mako stomp off to the bathroom, trailing a sulky cloud behind him. It's easy enough to guess the reason behind it. Hei doesn't particularly care, but now that he's alone with Korra -- truly alone -- something makes his stomach clench with a faint, shameful queasiness. He isn't sure when he'd lost his instinct for self-protection, but he is getting more careless, and maybe more vulnerable, when it comes to being around her. He's telegraphing subtexts, secret messages, that he'd once been so good at concealing. ]

[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear. He'll worry about it -- whatever It is -- later. Korra's question makes him blink slowly, a quiet turn of lazy contemplation. ]

Good. But ... [ A beat, in which something in his chest flutters, and he considers how much to reveal. Eventually, with a mental Fuck it, ] It's better when I have you to myself.

[ Candid but not necessarily blunt. He wants her to feel the way he's seldom successful at treating her: as precious, and singular, like the shining little light she is. But he also means, It's complicated enough between two people without tossing a third into the mix. ]

[anatural]

Yeah. [It was great fulfilling her personal fantasy, but she wouldn't want it all the time. Too much coordination, too much pausing and adjusting and acclimating. She likes the intimacy and flexibility of one-on-one.] But it was nice trying something new.

[She hesitates for a moment, then reaches up to pull him down for a kiss.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's a beat, before Hei lets himself sink into the kiss. Makes it soft, sipping, almost trancey. But under its surface is a bite of his own inevitable worry, which lingers even as he gathers her in closer, slotting their legs together in a heavy, damp-skinned weave. They've done something that seems irrevocable, half-impulsive, half-planned. Worse, a point he's been circling around in his head has suddenly drawn him in, collapsing his careful distance. ]

[ Yet, sifting through his internal layers, he can't tell if anything's really shifted. Touched, altered. It is hard to distinguish. Points, angles, minute details -- do they matter? Things rarely look different when you're this close, even after great change. ]

[anatural]

[Has anything really changed between them? Korra wouldn't think so. Between her and Mako, yes, but she & Hei have always pushed sexual boundaries together. This is just an extension of that. (Focusing on that also makes it easier to not think about how things have changed between her and Mako.) She tangles her fingers in his hair and sinks into him. Not burning or lustful, but warm & contented. It's an expression of pure affection and happiness she doesn't normally get to indulge in with him.]