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universe: after the city

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?

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[Not fair! Not that you could tell she said those words, the way he's holding her mouth shut, but the idea comes across pretty clearly. He's always quiet and in complete control; blowing him with someone else in the room is hardly a challenge. He KNOWS she's a screamer! He's just barely teasing her right now and she's already whimpering deep in her throat.

It's been a dry spell, okay? ]

[ Hei's palm stays flat against Korra's mouth. It feels like unspoken words are spilling against the flesh. He can't take his eyes off her, with her scrunched face and huge eyes, a burning presence in which drama surpasses wildness effortlessly to make pure magnetism. His own restraint is like tin foil flicked into a campfire; the burn caves it in like a flower blooming in reverse. Swallowing, he forces himself to stay steady. Teases the folds of her labia with his fingers, spreading the slick moisture that is collecting from inside, along the curls, across her clit, before forgoing the exquisite build-up of his usual games, pinching and then releasing that tender nub, gently at first, then at the blade's edge of cruel. ]

[ There's a warm amusement in the tiny curl of his smile, but his eyes are dark with a single-track concentration. ]

[Korra's vision swims. The only way to keep from crying out is to hold her breath; air escapes her in little choked coughs as his finger batter away at her control. She can't keep up with teasing like this, not in these closed quarters, with monks on the other side of every wall and Tenzin's disapproval ever-looming. She knees Hei hard in the side, a rough but affectionate demand for them to move on.]

[ Hei knows how finite Korra's patience is. When she knees his side, it's less a reminder than a charming display of evidence. With a smile, he drags two fingers across her clit, rough pressure and damp friction, before removing his hand. He brings the wet shiny fingers to his mouth, watching her from under half-closed eyelids as he sucks them clean. She tastes musky and sharp like when a spade first slices into grass and fresh loam. The trigger is instant; his erection throbs drunkenly against his belly, and saliva pools his mouth. He tries to be goal focused and sensible; the more he teases Korra, the noisier she'll get. It's smarter to get down to the fucking. Make it quiet and quick and kiss-muffled. Get off, hopefully get her off too, then send her away. But it is difficult not to get waylaid by the sheer pleasure of being in contact with her skin, warm and lovely -- or to forgo the gorgeous taste of her, a ready welling of slickness between her thighs. ]

[ 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. ]

[She hisses at the shock of cold.]

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.)]

[ Hei ignores the fierce tug at his hair, cramming two fingers into her mouth to stifle more hissed words. ]

[ 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. ]

Hynng! [She bites his fingers, first to punish, then abruptly harder as his tongue teases her clit. Something warm & coppery hits her tongue.]

[ It's funny how he forgets, each time, how dangerous Korra can get in her throes. The edge of her teeth against his fingers triggers a bright pain -- sharp and stinging. His breath catches on a ragged noise as he slips the digits loose, a streak of blood slicking them. In the dimness, pale teeth of light crawl around the base of his skull, shadowing the deep pits of his sockets. But the corner of his glossy mouth is tipped up in a dry smile. ]

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. ]

[It's a good thing the cloth is there, because Korra's in no frame of mind to muffle her scream of arousal and frustration. Or to not yelp when there's a loud BANG! from the next room. (Which, fortunately, is just the sound of Hei's neighbor knocking over a vase of orchids and not a knock of Shut up I know you’re having sex in there.) She doesn't even feel sorry that she drew blood. Warning label? She'd warned him. He's the one who said she shouldn't be here. He's the one who said they had to be quiet. And now he's the one doing things he knows will make her scream. She hits him on the head to indicate her feelings about his hypocrisy, and then she's overtaken by the storm.]

[ Hei will never admit it, but he loves that thrill of danger mingling with want. Loves the chance to transform her into one great vibrating skein of Korra-fiber for him to play sweet arpeggios on. It's what his teenaged psyche has been shaped by -- the horrible risks committed as terrible deep pleasures, and then the horrible torment of constant tension, before-during-after. Her muffled scream -- muted by the thud of an overturned vase in the next room -- moves him like something seismic, deeper than an earthquake. Ignoring her thwacking palm, he spreads his mouth wider, stroking her clit with those hard sloppy licks that always make her frantic. ]

[ 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. ]

I hate you [He swallows the words, and her lips are almost numb from the intensity of the kiss. She reaches down for his shaft, getting it into position, her grip cruel. She's only dimly aware of a voice in the hall.]

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.]

Edited 2014-03-22 03:54 (UTC)

[ The stretch of Hei's crooked smile warms against the kiss. He unplants his elbows long enough to hook them more securely around her legs, coaxing her knees back. Opening her wide. His sheathed erection dips between her thighs. Rubs along her spread sex, the slick friction audible over the quiet saw of their breathing. He is aware of the impatience in his tense arched body, of the fresh sweat that's bloomed across both their skins. His nerves jangle with a delicious anticipation. Then Mako's voice brings him back to himself. The shoji screen is still firmly closed, if unlocked; the words are a soft and anxiously irritable mutter from behind it. ]

[ 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. ]

Don't you even -- [She grunts as he suddenly fills her and she buries her head against his neck, trying to muffle the sound of her ragged breathing. Mako can't catch them. It would be really bad if Mako caught them. (She clenches more tightly around him as she pictures Mako catching them.)

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.

[ Hei gnaws Korra's jaw, tonguing it with a pointed wetness like a paintbrush. His breaths are a hot rasp, but the words are as neat and precise as a schoolteacher's tick. ]

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. ]

Like he'd believe that. @[She clings to him, whimpering a little with every thrust and grind. There's a hint of a smile in her voice.] I wasn't like this until I met you.

[True in so many ways, really, not all of them good.]

[ I wasn't like this until I met you. There's a strange pang of pride at that, but it quickly ebbs into hurt. It's true. Korra isn't exactly the tender little muffin she'd been a few years ago. Sometimes, for a moment, there are glints in her eyes that seem so very ancient, like something beyond time trapped in the flesh of a child. She can't regain her innocence; she's grown up and out of fairy tales. Monsters aren't transformed by a kiss. Wishes can't make things come true. The means don't always justify the end. It's a pity. But it's an inevitable casualty of time, and a cruel atrophying of his company. ]

[ (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. ]

[But monsters are transformed. Even if he's not a prince, the man between her legs has changed from the man she'd lain with in the shed last year.

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.

Edited 2014-03-23 03:56 (UTC)

[ Hei listens to the exchange outside the shoji screen, and somehow manages to roll his eyes with his whole body, dropping his face into the damp hollow of Korra's neck, and flexing his shoulders exaggeratedly to show how tiresome it is to concentrate. (There's a voyeuristic-edged amusement, though, in knowing that Bolin -- plain-speaking as ever -- has a point.) He nudges his mouth against Korra's then, humming against her lower-lip and sucking it into his mouth. When he breaks away, it's with a crooked smile, the eyelids lowered and choppy dark lashes fanning. ]

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. ]

Hnn. [It's even more unsettling now than it had been that time in the City, for those few weeks he'd been there and thinking he was her boyfriend. She's changed so much from the girl who had loved him, it's hard to believe she ever did. Bouncing from Asami to her back to Asami and now... seriously, what had she seen in him? (Later she'll remember. When the resentment and embarrassment of the interrupted private moment -- because even though he hadn't come in and they haven't stopped, that conversation with Bolin had intruded on them -- have passed. Secret shameful threesome fantasies aside, she doesn't want Mako or anybody else here. She doesn't want their judgements or their expectations. If for only an hour, she just wants to be herself.]

[ Eyes squeezed shut, Hei takes deep snuffing breaths of Korra's hair. Picks up the pace, a stirring side-to-side to keep her clit throbbing -- while he wills Mako's looming presence outside the thin rice-paper screen to fade. In a small pocket of his mind, there's a zing of deja vu. All those memories of Heaven's War creep in, as vivid and aching as the fevery warmth of Korra spread out beneath him. Overlapping them is that time in the City, when he'd shared cold-warm kisses with Korra under a the flickering low-watt bulb of the shed. It feels like that one lapse of judgement had broken open the seal which Hei had firmly placed upon his memories of the past, of wilderness and war, and made things all the more ... real. ]

[ 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. ]

[After a moment, Mako leaves; Korra moans in aroused relief as she hears his footsteps fade away. She tangles her fingers in Hei's hair and yanks him in for a sharp kiss. Everything feels more urgent now. She wants to come. She wants him to come. She wants that rush of endorphins and the sweaty boneless tangle of limbs that follows. And it's so close -- she can feel it hovering just beyond her reach. She just needs one last little push.]

[ She moans, and Hei feels a steep chill of excitement climb up his spine, an itsy bitsy spider that raises every hair along its path. Then they're kissing, wet delving licks, too much teeth and too much pressure and too much spit, but he can't bring himself to pull away. ]

[ 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. ]

[Korra more than makes up for his lack of noise. She turns her head, tries to muffle the scream against her shoulder as her body convulses, but who knows how effective it actually is.]

[ Not very effective -- which might explain why Hei meets her mouth again, not so much with a kiss as a hard, needy gulp, swallowing the scream which isn't noise at all but more of a vibration in his bones. That secret fluttering tremor of her orgasm feeds a twitching, languorous aftershock through all his muscles. He's still hard, but for the moment he's flattened. Not pulling away -- the opposite. He wants full contact, stretches against her, unhooking her knees and winding his legs round hers, tracing her back and flanks and the swell of her ass with his palms. For a few moments the only sounds are the whine of his nerves, like cooling engines, and the throb of his and Korra's heartbeat. He is breathing choppily, sweat soaking between them. ]

[ But when he kisses her temple, his gaze is bright. Startlingly calm. ]

Next time [ If there is one ] I'm definitely gagging you.

[This had better be not the last time they have sex ever. That would be a deeply unpleasant surprise for Korra.

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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