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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[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei hears the footsteps perhaps a split-second before the knock, and the base of his spine buzzes as scalding adrenaline leaks into his bloodstream. It's almost like being back in Heaven's War -- not an iota of privacy for one fucking second. He barely feels Korra's bite; the voice shatters his concentration, spring-loading his muscles the moment the shoji screen starts to slide open. He moves on a dormant reflex from his teenage days -- swiping a leg across the floor to bundle his and Korra's discarded clothes under the dansu, before he grabs a corner of the sheets, hauling them up over Korra and himself, covering her completely before pulling the edge up to his chest. ]

[ His voice is steady, but there's an edge of irritation (genuine enough) when he says, ]

I am now. [ A noise like a stifled yawn. ] What is it?

[alittlebent]

[Korra keeps very, very still as the acolyte creeps in, sliding the door closed behind him. Tenzin is going to kill them both.]

I’m sorry to disturb you so late. It’s just...

[She can hear the acolyte kneel down on the floor by the door. Oh man. How long is this going to take? A long time, judging by the man's nervous cough. And Korra doesn't want to wait. It's dark, right? So there won't be a problem if she just keeps going. She keeps still but sucks hard and runs her tongue along the thick vein at his base.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh great. ]

[ Hei affects a look of sleep-muzzy, puffy-eyed irritation -- a reasonable reaction at being awoken from a sound sleep. But the rest of him feels like the air is buzzing, dense with bated breath. He can feel Korra under the sheets, damp fingers still curled around his erection. With the rucked-up landscape of the thick blankets, her head in his lap feels strange: he can't see her face, though he can feel her damp breath permeating the quilting, his thighs, the distinct pressure of aborted pleasure dosed with bitter restraint. With effort, he tries to keep still. Watches with a baleful eye as the acolyte kneels -- Tongmu, he's called, which is ironic since it translates into Considerate. ]

[ He scrubs a hand through his hair, lips parting to ask, Can't this wait until tomorrow morning? But then Korra goes to work under the sheets, and his spine nearly buckles, breath whooshing through his lungs in a gasp he has to disguise at the last moment as a muffled sneeze. ]

[ Korra. What the hell are you doing? He wants to growl it, but can't. Instead his face freezes in a rigid mask of calm, eyes steady on the acolyte. It's a struggle not to twitch. ]

[alittlebent]

You and the Avatar -- [Korra almost chokes again when she hears Tongmu mention her title.] You both have had...

[No way. No. Way. She giving Hei a blowjob under a blanket while some random acolyte judges her sex life. (His tone sounds timid more than judgmental, but she's not exactly in a position to notice little details like that.)]

[mortemscintilla]

[ You both have had... Had what? Long walks on the beach? Head lice? Dairy products? ]

[ Hei raises his eyebrows in a way that's both encouraging but also mildly impatient, as if to say, For fuck's sake. Spit it out. Meanwhile he slips one hand under the sheets, ostensibly to scratch himself, but really to clamp a firm palm across the back of Korra's nape, an unspoken, Behave. Part of him would be affronted by the very idea of a mousy little air nomad creeping into his room to discuss his relationship with the Avatar, on principle. But right now, his only priority is shooing the man off. Fast as possible. ]

[alittlebent]

[She just sucks him harder. Like you ever behave! Tongmu clears his throat uncomfortably.]

Wh-what's it like? [The man coughs and stammers.] Acolytes are supposed to abstain from the pleasures of the flesh, so I've never -- but before taking my vows... I wanted to know... I mean...

[What a wuss. Korra rolls her eyes.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ What a wuss, Hei thinks sourly. But rolling his eyes is out of the question. ]

[ As it is, he has to restrain himself from squirming, however discreetly, at the slippery-hot pressure of Korra's mouth. His fingers tighten across her nape, feeling the beads of vertebrae, but he doesn't try to stop her. Instead, eyes screwed shut, he exhales from his nostrils, then shifts, as if readjusting his slouch against the sheets. He really isn't in the mood to indulge someone's prudish quirks and misguided curiosities. How does a calling of such rigidly-enforced celibacy make a lick of sense, anyway? Sex kills stress. Everyone knows it. It's easy to believe the world's purer and nobler than that. But the sad fact is -- all those saints and monks who sing the praises of chastity and abstinence are out chasing cunt, the lot of them. ]

[ In a clipped voice, he says, ]

Find out yourself. [ It resounds in his ears: too harsh. Clearing his throat, he softens his tone. ] If it's ... bothering you so much. This late at night, I mean. Then -- [ a small, dry swallow, disguised as a sympathetic sigh. ] Maybe you should reconsider taking your vows? At least -- until you've experienced wh-whatever you think you're missing.

[ A hitched breath. More clearing of the throat. ]

Otherwise -- you'll go your whole life wondering if you chose the right path.

[alittlebent]

You’re right.

[He sounds reassured, which is good. He'll leave and she and Hei can go back to doing their thing.

Except he's not leaving.


........is that the sound of him inching closer?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Tongmu shuffles closer, and Hei looks at him questioningly, eyes wide for a moment, before a suspicion strikes him, expressing itself with an economical flicker of the eyebrows. Under the sheets, his hand shifts away from Korra's nape, and slides casually down to the mattress, underneath which he keeps a blade tucked away. His fingers close around the cool handle, but his voice is pleasant when he asks, ]

Is something wrong?

[ Please let his brain not have misinterpreted 'Li's words and supplied its own homoerotic subtext. ]