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]

[ 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!]

[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. ]

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[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. ]