naughty naughty

[anatural]

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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[anatural]

[She reaches out to take his hands and tug him closer.]

Then he better not catch us.

[As though it's a joke. Of course it's not a joke. But it's hard to remember how important it is when he's right there.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei tries to ignore the tingly flow of energy through their clasped palms. Part of him knows this is a bad idea. Tenzin, in all his cool, humorless terseness, has made it clear that if he catches 'Li' being inappropriate with the Avatar again, he'll be looking for a new place to live. He tries to gather his equilibrium, to nudge her off with a light scolding. Even in the wartime, he and Amber were never this reckless unless they knew they could get away with it. ]

[ But looking at Korra, Hei can't quite find his balance: it is as if he is struggling in a fierce riptide. As if his body is approaching a cliff that his will can't bridge. He'll simply topple over. It isn't just the physical part; it is the body-closeness -- the intimacy -- he's come to crave. Swept up in mundane tasks, locked in the cold belljar of his brain, it's too easy to slip away from the tactile truth of things. ]

[ He wants to say something. Instead he draws her in, a sharp jerk of force, and kisses her hard. Like an attack. It's unexpected, because even as raw as it gets between them, he can't remember when he'd last been this hungry. Gorging on her mouth, demanding her with his tongue as if fucking her open. It is terrifying. Without sense or breath he grapples her closer with one arm. He can feel his own heart shuddering in his ribs, his fingers hard on Korra's scalp, combing her hair back from her face, smoothing his thumb across her skull, kissing her over and over and knowing she'll have to wedge her hands between them and shove away if she wants him to stop. ]

[anatural]

[He pulls her in too hard; it's almost painful, and absolutely perfect. She hitches her legs around his waist and wraps her arms around his neck, clinging tightly as though he's the only solid thing in a world gone topsy turvy. How does anyone go without this? How could anyone possibly give this up?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei hums when she wraps herself around him, a ribbon across his ribs and throat. She seems to jitter under that warm surface as if she's powered by the steam of ten girls, and already he can feel that dark sweetness of want coming up from the balls of his feet. His breath always quickens in such a short time with Korra. His heart beats so fast he feels it over every inch of his body. It's awkward, staggering back grappled together, his hands plucking at her clothes, kisses firing like hot soft blows. Performing a stagger-waltz across the cold floor, he splays with a soft thump across the futon -- Korra on top. ]

[ Behind the shoji screens, there's a rustle and a cough. Hei breaks away from Korra's mouth more by force than reflex. He's very aware of her heated body throbbing across his, of the moonlight glancing off ribbed waves of the futon's sheets, of their breathing, low and ragged in the dark. A lip of light spills beneath the shoji; it is darkened by the shadow of a passing foot. Someone heading out to the bathroom. ]

[ Inhaling slowly, Hei circles his arms around Korra, letting her settle in against him -- a deliciously solid weight. It's a whisper when he says, ]

We'll have to be quiet.

[ Well. More Korra than him. ]

[alittlebent]

Mmph! [She chokes back a sound of protest when he breaks the kiss, aware of the person walking by a moment after he is. She tries to keep her breath slow and steady -- even as she rolls her hips, grinding her pelvis against him.

Quiet. Right. The walls here are pretty thin here. She's heard several of the acolytes talking in their sleep, and they weren't talking very loudly. She... really doesn't want to think about what the others would think if they heard her in the throws. (They'd be so jealous.)]

Okay.

[Best way to keep quiet is to give their mouths something better to do. She has more than a few ideas how to do that.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei sucks in a shuddery breath as she grinds against him. His hands settle on Korra's hips, the skitter of nails underneath her shirt and across bare skin, up then down again. When he cranes his head up to kiss her, it's slowly and heavily. Or maybe it is his head that feels heavy, weightless and huge and pounding. Now that she's so close, now that they're sunk into that moment where it's happening, he has to summon every ounce of self-control not to plunge headlong into the sensations. His arms quiver all the way down to his fingers; he wonders if she can feel that, as he slowly rucks up her shirt, rolling them so she's sprawled on her back as he goes. ]

[ Spilled out beneath him, he finds himself studying her with an open curious hunger -- like she's a slice of phosphorescence plopped unexpectedly into his bed. Then his loom softens into a lean and a nuzzle. His hand palms her side, up along ribs and around the band of her sarashi, as he peels her shirt off, her hair fanning out in a dark tumble across the pillows. He sits back, makes short work of his own faded shirt, an attempt at symmetry as much as a pursuit for skin on skin. And then he's settling his weight across her again, gathering her in, taking a deep snuffing breath along the side of her face, her hair, as if to lodge her scent down into his lungs. ]

[alittlebent]

[He stares at her, and she stops her fumbling attempts to undo his pants. She feels a little self-conscious under his gaze, but in a warm, tingly way.]

What? [The word comes out breathless and distracted as he nuzzles her shoulder, and then he's pulling her shirt off and she doesn't care. While he strips out of his shirt, she reaches back to undo the knot of her sarashi. It and every other piece of clothing are just in the way.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She asks What? And Hei's throat is crammed with things he'd like to say to her. In the seam where moonlight and darkness spin together, she is bewitching. He just wants to stare, to get tangled in the blue whorls of her eyes, let his mind and body be caught up in the aftershocks of that beautiful disaster. (That, he resolves with a dry disgust, is the best and worst description for her he has come up with.) ]

[ While Korra struggles with the bindings of her sarashi, he lips the line of her collarbone, presses hot sucking kisses down the exposed slope of her breasts. Bruises come up like purple roses of broken blood vessels. He can almost taste her pulse vibrating. But it's nothing to her mouth, where he returns again and again, a breathless slide of lips, a sucking pressure of teeth and tongue, as if he wants to coax out a secret thread and knit the fabric of his skin to hers. ]

[ At last, however, the constriction of extra fabric between them becomes too much. Dragging his mouth away, he slips a hand between them, fumbling for her fastenings and his. Sits up to wrench her pants down, leaving them tangled about her knees, while he twists impatiently out of his -- more ruthless efficiency than grace. ]

[alittlebent]

[He's the disaster. She's just tangled up in him. She kicks her pants the rest of the way off and sits up while he struggles with his own.]

Flip over.

[She smiles, her eyes promising wicked things.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei isn't usually so biddable. Part of him wants to refuse. To leave bite marks all across her body until he feels her heart rate amp up and hears those sweet pleading noises lodge in her throat -- right before he ducks openmouthed between her legs. ]

[ Instead he smiles with one side of his mouth, a sharp edge and tiny muscles. His response is to sit back, taking her with him so she's balanced across his chest, knees bent to brace the balls of his feet in the futon, a brace with his thighs to make sure she can't escape backwards. But when he leans up to kiss her again, it's almost tender, as if to gainsay that dark gleam in his half-lidded eyes, and the hard pressure of his grip across her hips, ten perfect dents of fingerprints on warm skin. ]

[alittlebent]

[Hey, remember what you said about keeping quiet. She rolls her eyes a little and bites his bottom lip, dragging it hard between her teeth.]

Kind of hard to do my thing if you're going to pin me in place.

[Unless you don't want a blowjob.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh, he remembers. And perhaps struggling to adhere to those rules of silence is half the thrill. ]

Depends on the 'thing' in question.

[ Because it's a toss-up what he wants next. Getting head sounds good, but the taste and pressure of her mouth on his, strangely enough, is even better. Eventually, though, he relents, letting his knees recline. Takes her hand in his, letting her warm little fingers span across his cock. He's been half-hard since the first kiss; it takes only two or three squeezing strokes for him to leap to full attention. Settling back, he regards her with a quiet, self-satisfied sort of laziness, spreading a hand in an unspoken: Well? ]

[alittlebent]

Control freak. [She twists him hard -- half-scold, half-tease -- before letting him move her hand, stroking him together. When he's full & hard, she slides down his body.

Hello again. Korra kisses the underside of his erection like a friend she hasn't seen in awhile. Which is pretty accurate, really. Even back in the City when they were having sex regularly, he ate her out a lot more than she blew his tsungi horn. She could never really figure out why. He certainly seems to enjoy it when she does do it, and Korra's not so insecure as to wonder if she's secretly terrible at it. (Well, okay, she is that insecure, but she also knows Hei's not the type to pull any punches to protect her feelings.) It's one of Hei's many little mysteries. She takes a breath and licks long strips up the length of him.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ If he could trace the pattern of her thoughts, he'd be amused. Still, sometimes when he's with Korra, he does wonder. Where does this come from? This deliberate languid desire? This habitual inclination toward generosity, to be the one who gives and doesn't take? Is it because he's developed such a deep affection for her and has the luxury to express it without reprisal? Or because Korra was an asset when he'd first started sleeping with her, and it was more logical to keep her limp with satisfaction instead of stewing with arms crossed because he was done and she was not? Because a resentful asset -- in any sense -- was (is) a threat to his cover? ]

[ He finds himself hoping it's option A. (Yet somehow he knows better.) ]

[ He draws in a whistling inhale as she twists him, and lets it off on a wavering breath when she slides down. Blood beats hotly in his temples, but his gaze is steady as he watches her. Her lips press a kiss to the underside, followed by that hot, kittenish lick -- and the air hitches in his lungs. He swallows audibly, hips jerking. But otherwise he stays perfectly still, trying to imagine something ugly to take his mind off the gorgeous sight of her. Like maybe Reynard Maxley doing the tango with Tenzin in his skivvies. ]

[ Okay. That's too ugly. The smile twitches unbidden at the corners of his lips. ]

[alittlebent]

[She runs her tongue back down, well into the dip where the shaft meets his balls, and looks up at him.]

What? [She almost never sees him smile like that. She wants in on the joke.]

[mortemscintilla]

Ah --

[ Hei's eyelashes flutter half-closed, a fine tremor rippling up his abdomen. She's found a good spot, the one that makes his lungs empty through his mouth in a ragged hiss, tension singing across his nerves as his cock twitches in her grip. Propped up on his elbows, he studies her, and the subtle expressions that flicker on his lips and eyelids and in the twitch of his cheek are closer to amusement than affection. ]

[ Innocently, ]

'What' what?

[alittlebent]

What's so funny? [She likes that reaction, though, and she rubs her tongue back down in that spot.]

[mortemscintilla]

I can't --

[ I can't remember. It's lost on a stuttered scoop of breath. In his mind, a chorus of horny angels is too busy singing Handel’s greatest hits. Through half-shuttered eyes, he watches her play. The ambiance shows up how dark and fine she is, coloring her skin into the hues of a caramelized statue: gold, black, bronze. His hands muss her hair back from her brow, combing through the strands before pausing to hold her entire head, but gently. ]

[ The curve to his smile is soft, a warmth curling at his edges. Now that he lets himself -- he's missed this. ]

[alittlebent]

Can't? [Licking her way back up to the top, one hand fondling his balls.] Or won't? [And she takes the tip into her mouth and scrapes her teeth across it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei's hips twitch as he rocks under her, a restrained but pleading motion. The friction of her teeth is a little painful, given how sensitive he is. He likes it. Chin-tucked, he regulates his breathing to slow, shallow gusts, trying to watch. His cock jumps with every touch, but his vision is filled with Korra, her hair like the dripping shadows of the willow trees outside, her ripe breasts and bright eyes and fine-boned, deadly hands. ]

[ Idly, his thumb strokes the soft curve of her cheek, fingers a cool press against the pulsepoint of her neck. ]

Right now... the difference -- is slim.

[alittlebent]

Hmmm. [Hummed around his tip. She takes him in deeper and hums again, her eyes glued to his face. He doesn't make much noise (a good thing, in this case right here); his expressions are one of the few ways she can figure out how much he's enjoying himself. He's oddly expressive. It's taken Korra awhile to realize this; his expressions aren't large or obvious, but if you've known him long enough, watched him closely enough, you learn to see the faint lines around his mouth that indicate a smile, the lack of focus in his eyes that indicate he's gone into his mind.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ It's true; he's never been an open book. But the fact that Korra's learning to parse his subtle signals is both rewarding and unnerving. Opaqueness and obscurity are always Hei's modi operandi. For that reason alone, the intimacy of these moments is tremendously powerful because he allows himself to let go of all but the last vestiges of control. He trusts her not to confuse his joyful abandonment as an indication of weakness. The honesty and sweetness are quiet anchors that Hei would have easily fled from, once upon a time. Erased them from his life as danger-signs and liabilities. ]

[ Surreal, how time changes things. ]

[ She sinks deeper, and his breath falters as if around a mouthpiece, gently rasping. Her hum jangles across his nerves and thrums like restless honeybees in his groin and chest and skull. He knows Korra can feel the shuddering beats of his pulse through his cock, the slit oozing pre-cum. At the rate things are going, he won't last much longer. ]

[alittlebent]

[She'd tease him about his heartbeat rattling her teeth out if her mouth weren't full. But she likes it, just another small sign of what she can do to him, something nobody else would notice. She works him hard -- teeth and tongue and throat almost torturing him with feeling.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's a choked grunt of both gratitude and frustration as she takes him deeper. His restraint hangs on by a thread; it's clear in the way his legs tremble, one knee twitching each time her tongue concentrates on one particular spot, and the flush of goosebumps spreading across his skin with each tickle of her swaying hair. ]

[ His heart rate spikes, but every muscle in his body locks against the urge to shove himself up her throat. Instead a twitch races up his spine to clamp his shoulderblades, his hands dropping from Korra's hair to grip fistfuls of the futon, and his chin tipping back on a sharp exhale. Teeth, tongue, sweet suction and burning heat -- it's all gathering, overwhelming. He can see that distant shimmer of release in his mind's eye; every atom of his being sizzling to chase after it until the awful tension explodes. ]

[alittlebent]

[A sudden knock on the shoji frame and Korra chokes, nearly biting Hei's dick off in her surprise and panic. Did somebody hear them? How?!]

Li. [It's one of the acolytes.] Li, are you awake?

[Korra stares into Hei's eyes, horrified, as the screen begins to slide open.]