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 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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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!]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Compared to how old Hei was? Yeah. It kind of is. ]

[ He can't decide what's more amusing. Mako's gawping stare; a look of such quasiparalyzed shock you'd think he's inadvertently caught his own mother naked through an open bedroom door. Or Korra's outraged un-Avatarly squawk -- accompanied by girl-slaps that feel more like golfballs pelting him. An idiotic sense of masculinity compels him to make like she isn't hurting him -- when in fact it hurts vastly. ]

[ Okay. Could have phrased that better. ]

[ Then Mako says, I'll do it -- and it actually gets a blink out of Hei. An honest to God eye shut-and-close of faint bemusement, because he had to have heard wrong. His gaze searches Mako's to see if he's serious, and when he finds that he is as serious as a puritanical teenaged boy can possibly get, he -- inwardly -- trips a little. ]

...Um...

[ That's a codeword for: Well that was easy. ]

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[anatural]

[Korra stares at Mako too, once his words sink in.]

You will?

[browsofashark]

[Mako blushes and looks away.]

I said I'll do it. If it's what you want. [Let nobody say Mako doesn't learn from his mistakes. He doesn't want Korra to feel like any part of her is too gross for him to touch, even if the idea of sticking it up her butt makes him a little uncomfortable. He loves her. He wants to do this for her.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Okay, it was sort of funny at first. There was a wry smile on Hei's face that wavers and fades entirely as he becomes cognizant of those familiar undercurrents in the air. He's never, he knows, looked at Korra the way Mako is right now: such a soft, avid affection, as if she's too good to be true. His own gaze is never like that: there's always a distance even in its rawness, no tenderness but a quiet amusement, an abasement and secrecy. It's easy for him to taunt her because he knows her all through -- softest bits and sharpest edges. Because she can't fool him and shouldn't try. ]

[ But Mako ... It's like he sees her as something shining and near-perfect. A miracle, not a pretty puzzle to dismantle and piece together at whim. ]

[ The rush of regret nearly pulls him under. If he were without the desire that lends him, right now, such a fierce exoskeleton, he knows he might collapse. ]

[ Shaking it off, he manages, in his mildest tone of voice, ]

I think ... there's one thing she'd like first.

[ Slipping his hand between Korra's thighs, fingers gentle in the damp curls as both permission and apology, he uses his thumb and pointer to part her lips, exposing the pink frill of her sex and the taut nub of her clit. A test for Mako -- as much as a way to get Korra revved-up and juicy. Seeing how much of that characteristic prudishness the boy will shed. ]

[anatural]

[Oh, Korra's plenty revved up already. She's getting to live one of her most secret fantasies; just knowing that is enough to get her wet and aching. But she's not about to say no to oral. Mako may not be nearly as good at is as Hei is — he starts off acting like his tongue is a miniature penis, and Korra has to remind him Hey I have a clit you should play with it; still, he's enthusiastic and unfamiliar, and Korra has never been hard to please.

Eventually, breathless and trembling, on the verge of release, she gasps out] Now. Let's do it.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei doesn't take his eyes from Korra's face. All the progress of her pleasure is clearly written there, contained within a sphere of restraint, as delicate and translucent as a soap bubble. Between her thighs, Mako's efforts are all sloppy traction. It is obvious he has little idea of how to go about it. At first he is hesitant, clumsy. But as Korra grows more het up, it doesn't take him long to get the way of it. Fascinated, Hei watches the thin tremors spread under Korra's skin. Watches her legs sprawl, her gaze go unfocused, while Mako's tongue gathers a smoothness, a boldness, as it laps across her clit. ]

[ Oh. ]

[ All the voyeurs in novels and movies watch scenes like this in stoic silence with unreadable expressions on their faces. What a fucking crock. Hei is intensely aware of his breathing, deep and rasping as if wedded to his jumping pulse. Aware of the edges of his mouth crooking in a half-smile that isn't quite a smile. Something hungrier. Compared to this, the most high-end pornography is about as exciting as dogs rutting. ]

[ Then Korra gasps, Now. Let's do it, and the gravity in the room trebles. All at once, it's like he's back in his own body. All languid amusement on the surface -- but chock-full with a twitchy, red-hot need within. ]

[ Quietly, he teases, ]

Should be easy. You're all juicy and relaxed already.

[ Rolling up on his knees, he reaches for the pack of condoms in his tangled pants. Plucks two foil squares out, tossing one toward Mako. He hopes the kid has enough sense not to roll the rubber on inside-out. In case he does, though, Hei sheathes himself a half-beat slower -- almost a demonstration. Reaching out, he catches Korra by the wrists, coaxing her up onto her knees before him. This position is the easiest to start with, in his experience: they can flow into something different later. ]

[ Leaning in, he kisses her -- a flutter of lips, a playful swipe of tongue. ]

You want him up the backdoor? Or me?

[ If it were up to Hei, he wouldn't share either orifice with another guy. Least of all Mako. But he'd prefer to keep her pussy to himself -- a distinction of possessiveness that makes no sense. But there you have it. ]

[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.

[browsofashark]

[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...]