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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[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. ]

[alittlebent]

[Korra can feel the slight shift in Hei's muscles -- not tension, per se, but a definite readiness for conflict. She scrapes her teeth warningly across his shaft. Tongmu isn't a threat. He's just an idiot.]

N-no! Nothing! I just thought… never mind.

[He scurries back through the door. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Korra scrapes her teeth across his skin, quietly metamorphosing from sex goddess to morality troubleshooter. But Hei's reflexive spasm -- either surprise or annoyance -- is lost in the flurry of Tongmu shuffling and stammering his way out. Left alone, he blinks, once, twice, and as he hears the man's footsteps fade, his neck thickens while the rest of him slumps somewhat with relief. Peeling back the sheets, he regards Korra, and with a poof Dork Li becomes Darth Hei, his look totally flat and promising, if not her instant demise, then at least swift retribution. ]

[ His mouth pitches in a barely-there sort of smile. ]

Looks like you have some competition.

[alittlebent]

[She pulls back with a wet pop, forcing down a thrill of nervousness at his expression. It doesn't have to mean bad things. Sometimes it just is.]

Should I call him back in? We can settle this right here, right now.

[mortemscintilla]

[ She lets him go, and it's a chilly transition from hot, sweet suction to empty air. His erection throbs painfully, bubbling pre-cum, but he ignores its cruel, low-down ache. Korra's face is a petaled curl of nervousness, like something out of the hideous, predatory fantasies Hei has seldom let himself entertain. Still, he can feel a faint smile ticking at the edges of his lips. ]

I had something better in mind.

[ Reaching out, he places his finger in Korra's mouth and tugs on her lower-lip, edging closer to her. The other hand curls around the line of her throat, spanning down, settling across her chest, before it becomes an open palm shoving her back. Dark-eyed, he crawls up over her, his weight settling across her body, legs slotted on either side. The thin, tatty sheets smell of harsh soap; beneath him, Korra is soft as a garden bed, wildflowery and sun-warmed. In the gloom, Hei becomes a blacker shape against black. With his left hand he covers her mouth, while the right worms between her thighs, fingers pushing between damp curls and into the wet cleft they conceal. ]

[alittlebent]

Oh really? [The word changes pitch as he pushes her back, and she lands with a soft oof! Her heart races, panic mixed with lust, when he covers her mouth. She bites his hand in retaliation.

And then his fingers are between her legs and she chokes back a cry.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her bite, hard enamel and blunt-hot pain, spike a heat-shimmer across his skin. Or maybe it's her cry buzzing against his palm. ]

[ He curls his fingers -- two of them -- into the hot moisture between her thighs, while his thumb kneads at her clit. Just enough to slick his fingers, to spark her nerves alight, before he draws them out. Looming over her, Hei parts her legs wide with his knee. Strokes the inside of her thighs, cool fingertips ghosting across sensitive skin. Then with his finger and thumb, he reaches back into the fluffy damp hair itself and feels those tender lips again, forcing them very wide open, to the wash of cool air and cool-hot eyes. ]

[ Working the soft bead of her clit back and forth with his fingers, Hei glances up at her little face under his hand. Dryly, ]

Let's see how quiet you'd be, in my shoes.

[alittlebent]

[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? ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[alittlebent]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[alittlebent]

[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.)]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[alittlebent]

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

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[alittlebent]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[alittlebent]

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.]