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]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[Mako couldn't hurt her like that, even if she begged him to. It's not in his nature to be rough with the people he loves. Pro bending training? Sure. But not intimacy. And maybe, if she hadn't started with Hei, that would be perfect for Korra. As she is, his gentleness is not enough. He bites her as directed, dainty nibbles that feel more like kisses. She tries to encourage him to go harder by digging her fingers into his scalp, but loosens them quickly when he makes a muffled noise of pain. Mako’s not Hei. You have to be gentle with him.

She vents — not her frustration, exactly, but her excess ferocity — by gripping Hei as tightly as she can. It's like a physical manifestation of her emotional reality: holding herself in with one boy and letting everything out with another.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei's expression, though half-lidded and carefully neutral, doesn't conceal a hint of curiosity. It's such a play of contrasts, as if Korra is curled between the proverbial Good and Bad angels -- Mako's gentle-natured pliancy compared to Hei's own instinct for roughness and licence. The boy's lips are so soft on her breast, his tongue smooth, his teeth barely noticeable. Harmless as any man can be; he treats her body like a precious living thing, instead of a seawall to batter and exhaust the waves of his own dark-edged hunger against, the way Hei used to. ]

[ At least it's mutual. That's evident in the way he hisses and jerks against her as she tightens her grip viciously on him. A surge of bloodrush feeds a thickening thrum across his organ -- balls to shaft. The tip oozes precum, slicking her palm. Restlessly, he rocks against her, all hard muscle and hunger. Cups her left breast between rough fingers to gulp her nipple into his mouth, rolling the pebbly tip between gnawing teeth, sucking hard and greedy. Meanwhile his hand, wedged between her thighs, pushes lower: flicking her clit with his thumb, he forces two fingers into her slick entrance, crooking them against her sweetspot, massaging with slick tickling strokes. ]

1/2

[browsofashark]

[So maybe there's still a little room for jealousy. Mako can't help feeling like Hei is always one step ahead of him, doing something new to pleasure Korra before he gets a chance to act. It makes since, as they've been hooking up for awhile, but it still grates on Mako's nerves. And it doesn't help that Korra's strokes to him are slow and stuttered, with the majority of her coordination going to the hard fast touch she's giving Hei.

Scowling and a little petulant, Mako reaches down and tries to displace Hei's hand.]

[anatural]

[Totally obvious things that somehow never occurred to Korra when imagining a threesome: the awkward tangle of limbs. It's been easy enough to ignore in favor of the maddeningly hot pleasure of having two different people touching her, but having two hands compete for space between her legs is...not hot.]

Woah, one at a time, please! I don't have that much room down there. [Also she's going to hurt her wrist if she tries to keep stroking Mako while making room for his arm. She'd really rather not.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Things that never occur to Korra and which Hei is only just recalling: Sex between two people is easy, but not with a third in the mix. Everyone has to synchronize or you get a lot of jolting. Mako's hand tries to dislodge his from the snug little trap of Korra's sex. The presumption of this, of having intimate territory encroached, makes an unexpected gale of irritation blow through Hei. Before he can blink, he's caught the boy's thumb in his hand, preparing to bend it back with a snap until he howls. ]

[ In the next breath, however, the territoriality abandons him. ]

[ He's no good at sharing. No good at consideration. But in a sodden wave of honesty that rushes up and seems to whirl his skull, tossing it towards the ceiling, he understands that he doesn't want to spoil this. Not out of pleasance for himself, so much as Korra. He can't take his eyes off her: the moist flushed face, the tangled veil of hair. Doesn't want to stop touching her. If that means making concessions, allowing a boy he doesn't much care for into his space, so be it. ]

[ He's not sure how far this unexpected patience extends. Not sure he can trust it. But he'll give it a shot. Perhaps it's the rawness of Korra's attention that does it. Hei isn't used to being wanted for himself -- anymore than he is to wanting someone beyond a cold ulterior motive. ]

Next time, ask.

[ It's said to Mako with a cool skein of warning beneath. But in the next moment he's grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging his hand down between Korra's legs. It's the strangest feeling, guiding his fingers along the plump slickness of her lips, letting them hone in on the electric sensitivity of her erect clit. But the diligence is far from altruistic. ]

[ Letting Mako's wrist drop, he lays his forehead against Korra's shoulder. Her skin is hot and damp; he nuzzles the hollow between the neck and collarbone and drops a kiss there, before breathing, in a voice almost too low for Mako to hear: ]

I think you have room enough for two. If it's in the right places.

[ Letting the suggestion tumbleweed through her brain, gathering lewdness, concreteness, with each moment. ]

[anatural]

[Korra relaxes imperceptibly when the two calmly switch places. Hei's temper can be sudden and violent, and Mako can be sullen and snide; it's a potentially volatile combination. She squeezes Hei appreciatively.

Mako's fingers, even with Hei's guidance, are clumsy and awkward, but there's a weird sort of thrill to having someoone new down there. Someone who doesn't have her entire body mapped out, who lights up when he discovers a particularly good spot. It makes her want to hug him tight and pepper him with kisses, though of course he's angled his body just out of reach. And then there's Hei, nuzzling her shoulder, whispering lewd suggestions.]

We'd have to rearrange ourselves. [Which is not a bad thing, just a logistical concern. Then Mako pipes in For what? and there's another issue — explaining anal to him. It feels really good when you stick something up my poophole. How exactly is she supposed to say that and not sound like some kind of sick freak?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Korra squeezes him, and Hei shifts with a murmurous sound of both impatience and pleasure, pressing his cock into the clasp of her palm. He's sure she can feel his pulse beating insistently against her fingers. Wonders if she realizes how much this whole arrangement -- a changeful, potentially explosive three-variable equation -- is getting him off. Mako is young and not at all sexually sophisticated; Korra is a late bloomer, her plunge into the raunchier depths of sex embarrassingly recent. There should be an eroticism in being the one with the most knowledge, with an immense inventory of tricks and tools. ]

[ But that's not what excites Hei. He's lived for so long in a world that admires aloofness, a profession that demands masks and manipulations at every step -- a jaded circus-act going through the motions of danger as he treads the high-wire, but knowing deep down that it's no better than a stylized repetition, carefully constructed and lacking true thrill. It's only edgy if there is an edge. If you acknowledge the edge as a legitimate line that should not be crossed. ]

[ Watching these two kids -- bright-eyed, honest, hungry for anything: sensation, experience, closeness -- he feels like he's crossing it now. ]

[ Mako asks For what? and a half-smile sneaks around Hei's lips. Idly, he bites Korra's shoulder -- while keeping his gaze fixed on Mako, a half-lidded challenge. ]

She likes getting fucked up the ass.

[ It's a tone that falls between matter-of-fact and mocking. The boy really is clueless. ]

1/2

[browsofashark]

[Eighteen is hardly "late bloomer," Hei.

Korra lets out a little screech of embarrassment and lets go of Hei to thwack him on the hip. Mako just stares at them both in utter confusion. Up the ass?]

Where poop comes from?

[anatural]

YES, MAKO. I LIKE IT UP THE BUTT. [This would be a great time for the earth to cave in and devour her whole. Could somebody get on that? Please? She hits Hei a few extra times for good measure did he really have to say it like that?

She's too distracted to notice Mako saying Okay. I’ll do it. I said I’ll do it!]