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naughty naughty
WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Bored & frustrated, Korra sneaks in a visit with Hei. (nsfw)
[I shouldn’t be doing this. This is a really bad idea. That isn't stopping Korra from sneaking very, very carefully along the outside of the men's dormitory. Tenzin's already caught her fooling around with Hei more than once and has given her several lectures about propriety and safety and the importance of discarding the physical to concentrate on her spiritual self.
He hadn't seemed very impressed with her counter-argument that he clearly doesn't discard the physical because hello, four children.
And she's been trying to be good. She really, really has (okay, so there was that time she & Hei snuck out to the market to get breakfast, but that doesn't even count). It's just hard going from complete independence to constant supervision; from the freedom to express herself to constantly watching what she says and what she does.
So fuck it. That's right, fuck it. She's going to sneak to Hei's room; she's going to finally have some sex, and then maybe hopefully she'll be able to get some actual sleep.
She reaches his window and uses airbending to lift herself up to the ledge.]
Hei?
WHAT: Bored & frustrated, Korra sneaks in a visit with Hei. (nsfw)
[I shouldn’t be doing this. This is a really bad idea. That isn't stopping Korra from sneaking very, very carefully along the outside of the men's dormitory. Tenzin's already caught her fooling around with Hei more than once and has given her several lectures about propriety and safety and the importance of discarding the physical to concentrate on her spiritual self.
He hadn't seemed very impressed with her counter-argument that he clearly doesn't discard the physical because hello, four children.
And she's been trying to be good. She really, really has (okay, so there was that time she & Hei snuck out to the market to get breakfast, but that doesn't even count). It's just hard going from complete independence to constant supervision; from the freedom to express herself to constantly watching what she says and what she does.
So fuck it. That's right, fuck it. She's going to sneak to Hei's room; she's going to finally have some sex, and then maybe hopefully she'll be able to get some actual sleep.
She reaches his window and uses airbending to lift herself up to the ledge.]
Hei?
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It's been a dry spell, okay? ]
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[ There's a warm amusement in the tiny curl of his smile, but his eyes are dark with a single-track concentration. ]
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[ Hei tips his head back, shuts his eyes and exhales. One hand stays pinned over her mouth. With the other, he reaches for the carved wooden box next to the dansu. A click, and then Korra will feel an unexpected and completely weird press of cold on her middle. He's taken the small stones from his wei-qi set -- glossy black slate and white shell -- and put one right on top of her belly button. He plucks another two and arranges them playfully in a line going up toward her diaphragm, as intent as a boy with a set of blocks.]
Don't jostle.
[ It's murmured as he mouths her hipbones, delicate ridges stretching dark skin, a protrusion to nibble on, before he ducks his head between her widespread thighs. ]
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What are you doing?!
[Not the time for teasing! Didn't he get the message from the way she kneed him? She yanks hard on his hair (being careful not to disturb the stones -- she may not want to play the game, but that doesn't mean she's going to give up either.)]
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[ The stones on her belly quiver. But he's pleased when they stay where they are. His eyes crinkle, but she can't see his lips -- at least not until hot breath foreshadows the hotter press of his mouth between her thighs. With one hand spreading her open, he laps at her in wet, slurping stripes, from the pucker of her ass to the damp seam of her sex right to the point of her clit, worrying it with the tip of his tongue. Everything soft, soft, like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. The scraggly mop of his hair tickles her inner-thighs; his face feels wet, mouth salty and full of Korra, a sweet zing of want spreading across his bones as he delves in deeper. ]
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You should come with a warning label.
[ Scratching, kneeing, biting, screaming. But at least he can deal with the latter. Before Korra tries to protest, he reaches into the dansu. Stuffs a wadded ball of something dry and ridgey into her mouth -- a strip of embroidered cloth. He doesn't give her time to spit it out. In the next breath, he's ducked back between her thighs. Both arms hook behind her knees to spread her wide open, and he holds her hips in place with his hands, exploring her in a way that is first delicate, then hungry. As his rhythm quickens, he sets to licking over and over, inexorably, at the one hot spot tucked away in his memory -- wet languid sweeps of tongue and hot suctioning lips, the pressure piling up to the point of being unbearable. ]
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[ But even as he lets her climb, he has another agenda. One-handed, he scrabbles for a decorative tin box at the table -- the sort for toffees. The box falls quietly, lid popping. A handful of small silver squares scatter across the sheets. (Like any post-industrial world imprinted on the 1930s, contraceptives exist in Korra's world. The fact that she didn't know about them, when they'd first fucked, says volumes about how cloistered her childhood was.) It takes him a moment to slip the sheath on, his mouth working wet and greedy between her thighs. The material is rougher, more ribbed than he's used to. But it's palatable enough. ]
[ On a sharp gasp, he drags himself away before she can peak. Catches himself above her, and pulls the cloth from her mouth, with the sort of flourish of hand that a magician uses to pull scarves out of unexpected places. In the next breath his mouth is pressing hers open, swarming in fierce kisses. The tip of his cock is cradled in the juncture of her thighs -- so close yet not close enough. ]
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Hey, has anyone seen Korra?
[Mako. Her mind's too addled with hormones to register the faint note of panic in his voice, or to care how painfully, horribly awkward it would be for her erstwhile crush to catch her in this particular position.]
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[ Quirking an eyebrow, Hei stares down at Korra. Shadows slant across their faces, but the blue flecks of his eyes and the pearlescent whiteness of his teeth are clear enough. There's a secret smugness in his whisper. ]
Korra? Oh. I think I've seen her.
[ He rocks his hips, her slippery-hot center open wide underneath him, his cock sawing wetly against its folds. Fuck, he's so close; he's going to burst too soon, like a stormcloud over a clover bed. A measured roll of his hips -- and without further ado he sinks into her -- a braid of legs and a hot, deep swallow around his throbbing prick. ]
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She can hear Mako's footsteps stop in front of Hei's door, can almost feel the way he hesitates. Don’t knock. Don't know. Don't know.
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If he catches us -- [ The air between them is damp and gritty, thick enough to hold the silence in place despite Mako's creaking footsteps. ] I'll say you were ... the brains of the outfit. [ With her taut legs hooked over each arm, he seats himself, tight and full, in the saddle of her thighs. Begins a gentle seesawing motion. Filling her up, but not crushing or overwhelming her. Almost offering a teaser. ] I'm just the pretty face.
[ He withdraws, and it feels like her fluttering muscles cling to his shaft, reluctant to let it go. Reversing, he strokes into her again, deep and fast, his pubic bone mashing against her clit, rasping against the taut point in its nest of soft flesh and damp curls. ]
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[True in so many ways, really, not all of them good.]
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[ (Still, for him, she'll always be as open and shining in the dark as if she is made of that phosphorescent coral that glows in the murky sea depths.) ]
[ Drawing back from the warm tumble of her hair, he studies her face and then her pretty mouth, his own panting softly to the rhythm of his thrusts. Kisses her with a delving, greedy roughness, stabs of tongue leaving her as slick and open above as she is below. His hips stir and lap against hers like waves smacking pilings; sweat prickles between their skins, oiling their movements in a humid, lascivious slip-slide. ]
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Korra's never been a child of fairy tales anyway. She could never sit still long enough for stories, or to learn from other people's experiences. She's always needed to make her own mistakes. Most of the time, she doesn't regret them.]
Come on, Mako, let’s just go home. [Bolin's voice is an unexpected addition.]
You don’t know that. She could be missing again!
You’re not afraid she’s missing. You’re afraid she’s with her boyfriend. Damn it, Mako, are we going to go through this AGAIN?
That’s not — NO! You don’t know what you’re talking about!
[There is something intensely surreal about overhearing that conversation while fucking said boyfriend. Surreal, and completely ridiculous.]
All I know is you’re standing in front of Li’s bedroom door, looking for the girl who ISN’T your girlfriend. Do what you want, Mako. I’m going home.
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Sounds like someone has 'letting go' issues.
[ It's almost inaudible over the slide of damp skin and rustling sheets, his hips rolling against her in a tight, stuttery movement -- more force than friction. ]
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[ It's just startling to discover that it looks like there won't be a moment where he feels that he knows what he's meant to be doing. That he won't wake up one day and think Right, I'm 'Li Shenshung' or Li Hyunsik or BK201. He'd thought, for some reason, that becoming intimate with Korra would mean some kind of submersion of his original identity, as if he could focus on being someone else without the sharp-edged clutter of being Hei getting in the way. ]
[ As it turned out, he just ended up becoming Hei, but with added complications. The thought actually makes him smile -- rueful, crooked, and brief, but there. Typical. ]
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[ It's the same position they were in before Mako left. Yet it feels like a surreally different universe. He drives deep into her, a sharp straining push, and he's already shaking at the slipperysweet suction, little pre-orgasmic jolts. Feeling the geography of Korra's body changing with each thrust, and wishing, in a moment of delirium, that he could see it -- the secret trapdoor of thighs pussy g-spot cervix, filling, fluttering, pillowing, the better to draw him in. He can't remember ever feeling so helpless. Hiking her legs higher, he re-angles and lets go -- a series of jerky thrusts that spike brutally, unbearably, before melting into hard rolling shudders. ]
Oh.
[ It would almost be a sob, if there was any volume behind it. ]
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[ But when he kisses her temple, his gaze is bright. Startlingly calm. ]
Next time [ If there is one ] I'm definitely gagging you.
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She winds her arms around his neck and kisses under his chin, lazy & languid. She's satisfied, but her body still undulates a little, drawing out every last bit of sensation.]
You're the one going out of your way to make me loud. [Trailing kisses up his jaw] I think you like it.
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