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 hums, mouthing the warm side-swell of one breast. ]

So manly that I'll ignore the patronization.

[ Not that he particularly cares. With one hand starfished across her back, he lets the other dip between her thighs, his fingers exploring the slick pouting flesh. With every kiss Korra plants across him, something twinges in his sternum; his mind thrumming across a cello string that runs from belly button to groin, notes resonating up his spine. Outside the window, a light drizzle begins to fall. It starts as a sing-sing pattering on the panes, moon-whitened needles falling like shards of starlight. The water, backlit against the glass, throws mosaic reflections across the room. ]

[ Prodding her back across the futon, Hei sprawls alongside her. Tangled face-to-face in a sweaty braid of arms and legs, it's an effort to wrench his concentration away from Korra, and reach for another condom. ]

[alittlebent]

[She doesn't exactly do anything to make it easier, either. Her legs are gripped tight around his hand, encouraging his fingers to go deeper inside, and her free hand runs up & down his body, the nails leaving faint red welts behind.

When he finally has the condom, she snatches it out of his hand and, wriggling a little to get into a more comfortable position, opens the package so she can put it on him herself.]

We haven't done the backdoor in awhile. [It's more an idle thought that suddenly occurs to her than a request for the moment. Anal sex isn't really something you do as a last minute quickie before slinking back to your room. But she does want to do it again.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She drags her nails across his skin, and the long muscles that run up Hei's shoulder and neck to his hairline quiver with a nervous, eager strength. He thinks of prickle-berry bushes tearing gashes in his body. The pain and adrenaline comes together in his nerves and fingers and head: a cool tingling under the flesh, a hot buzz in his skull. He lets her pluck the wrapper from him, unrolling its contents across his erection. Despite having come so recently, he feels harder than ever. Diamond-cutter needy. That effect Korra has on him: like a bottomless underground wellspring, leaving him, after the first peak, satisfied yet vibrating for more. ]

[ At her words, he quirks an eyebrow. The shaft of his cock feels hard, thrummingly-solid resting against the wet tuft of her sex. He moves slightly and her lips part; the head, sheathed by the translucent rubber, is suddenly smeary. Rocking back and forth, he glides a bit deeper each time, while his finger softly traces along the cleft of her ass and circles the tight pucker there. ]

[ His voice is breathy as he murmurs, ]

Is that a hint for next time?

[alittlebent]

[She lets out a faint whine and closes her eyes, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass.]

Yeah. [There's a lot she misses about their sex life in the City, and not just the fact that they had more of one. She gasps a little as he hits one of her sensitive spots, but her mind has latched onto that thought.]

What about you? Is there something you'd like to do again?

[mortemscintilla]

[ This close, Korra's eyes seem to coalesce into one glowing blue point. Her fingers claw at his ass, and the muscles in Hei's belly and thighs ripple and tremble. Her slick heat glides over him, swallowing him deeper -- soft and softly-rough. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the delight it gives him, both feeling and watching her stretch to take his bulk, seeing how she likes it: the eyes shining, those soft sounds she makes. Everything is so melting hot and fluttery in there -- four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. One hand scoops under her backside, tilting her hips up to help angle his strokes. One lovely thigh notched over his waist, his pubic bone pushing against her and putting humid pressure on her clit and her whole sex. ]

[ Once he's seated all the way inside her, his mouth parts a little, an Oh rising to his lips. It takes him a moment to register her words. ]

Anything. [ He stirs teasingly against her. It's hard to make a detailed list when you're getting laid. ] Everything.

[alittlebent]

That's...not exactly helpful. [Not that she's judging -- she's distracted by pleasure herself. She kisses her way up his neck, peppering each one with little bites and sighs as she rocks her hips with his.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He watches her with a tipsy, dark-gazed concentration as he returns her kisses, stirs into her with languorous downthrusts. Thought is getting thinner and thinner. It won't be long before it's snuffed out completely like a flame for lack of oxygen. The circle of Hei's arms flexes around her, gathering her closer. Gently, he mouths her breasts. Licks a hot wet line up her neck. Loving the sharpsweet tang of her sweat, and the soft, vulnerable flutter of her pulse -- inside and out. There is a vibrato of hot, febrile energy in the air. A shared heartbeat. ]

[ In a whisper, as tender as it is matter-of-fact, ]

You don't like when I make my kinky demands, remember.

[alittlebent]

[She leans back a little and scowls at him, taken - just a little - out of the mood.] That's not fair. Just because I don't want to be tied up doesn't mean I won't do other things if you ask.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Korra's temper is volatile as atmospheric red sprites; set off in a twinkling. Hei slows his movements by increments, down to nothing but tight hot jabs, the better to feel the soft flexing of her inner muscles around his cock, as if she is breathing him. The window is steamed up as the cool drizzle rattles outside. The dappled water-shadows, black and silver, should give Korra a wintry beauty. But she burns bright as ever -- a heat-wave captured in a warm, lush body. Even her eyes ... how can blue eyes be so heated? ]

[ He's mesmerized enough -- like some love-soaked, punch-drunk, cunstruck idiot -- that it takes him a moment to formulate a reply. ]

But you might not ...like the other things.

[ Let's be fair. Theirs is sometimes a literal clash of au vanille et chocolat. ]

[alittlebent]

Doesn't mean you can't ask. [Which of them is the one with more sexual experience again? Korra rolls her eyes a little.] You suggest, I say yes or no. It's really not that complicated.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her tenacity is maddening. What is going on with her? He almost wants to roll her beneath him, give her hard kisses to shut her mouth while he fucks her. But he's not reached that baseline level of irritability yet. He doesn't want to make a hash of this. Whatever she's offering -- he doesn't mean to discount it. It does her credit. But a part of him knows she'll balk at anything he suggests. By now she should know better than to trust him beyond his own interests; he's let her down so cruelly and recurrently -- and try as he might, he can't imagine a different outcome if she lets him in again. ]

[ Still, he keeps his voice gentle. ]

Why are you bringing this up?

[alittlebent]

I just -- [She shivers a little as he hits a particularly good spot.] want you to feel like you can. [She knows he has kinks she won't touch and that he'd have to go other places to satisfy, but if there are... she just wants them to be as few as possible.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She shivers, and Hei feels the muscles throb along under his own skin, strands lapping each other like tight-woven wicker -- almost a sympathetic twitch. He'll never get used to how perfect she can feel, when the force and fury are dormant -- so soft and softly rough. At her words, something snags at the back of his mind. Not the high-def picture, but the basic outline. She's probably uncertain of his loyalties, even now. (Especially now.) Maybe she thinks the only way to keep him leashed is to satisfy whatever twisted affinities he harbors, by herself. ]

[ The predator in him -- always a cold-eyed opportunist -- says: You can steer this to suit yourself. You know you can. But the rest of him curdles at the idea, his growing affection for her like a corrosive green outline. ]

Feel like and do can be ... different things.

[ Not that he believes she's setting a trap for him. But she may end up biting off more than she can chew. He skims his palms along her body, tracing the soft skin of her nape, the wings of her shoulderblades, down to the curve of her spine where it pillows into her ass. Up and down, feathery, almost soothing. There's a beat, then: ]

Suppose I wanted to play a game?

[anatural]

You're always playing a game. [But she clings tighter to him, indicating that she's listening (or just enjoying the pressure of his body against hers. Or both.)]

[mortemscintilla]

Yeah, but --

[ He can't find words for the tumult of his nerves. Aware of nothing but the congested heat between their bodies, of the energy vibrating beneath Korra's taut muscles and smooth dark skin. Monochromatic moonlight slants across her, pebbled by the raindrops on the glass, turning her gaze astonishingly bright and soft. Watching her, a smile touches Hei's lips. Not smug, but trancy. Full of secrets. ]

[ Still, when he gathers the fibers of thought together and lets them cohere into speech, it's matter-of-fact. (Not honest, exactly, because the scenario he's proposing is less a fantasy as it is a way to gauge Korra's real receptiveness. ]

I know ... you don't trust me. You have reasons not to. So this wouldn't exactly ... be about sex. [ He nuzzles the slope of her shoulder. Mouths the ticcing pulsepoint at the crook of her neck. Gently, always gently. ] But suppose I played out something out with you. A fight. A struggle. Suppose I had my mask on. What would you do?

[alittlebent]

Kick your ass? [In a situation like this, the question hardly feels real; it's easy to be blasé. Her mind focuses on the idea of a fight rather than the idea of his mask.] Are you saying you wanna fight?

[mortemscintilla]

[ She's inevitably flippant about it. The circumstances right now conspire to make her complacent. He doubts it'd extend to reality, though. She might view it as neat and clean. But Hei knows different. He knows there's a part of her she keeps tucked away: a frightened child, stripped of her bending, equilibrium askew, agency ravaged, her capacity to fight and triumph -- so much a part of how she makes sense of the world -- permanently disabled. He's seen that side, flowering to tremulous life in her dreams. In the moments when she curls into herself like a shriveled bloom. The moments when she's cried -- sometimes alone and sometimes grudgingly in his arms. ]

[ In a way, Hei thinks he understands. He's had the props of his life snatched from under him too. What saved him was finding, not escape, but something that filled that screeching void. Something that helped him regain control -- whether inside or outside. ]

[ Softly, ]

It can end with you kicking my ass. [ He slows the movements of their bodies, down to almost nothing. Just a loose-limbed, languid grind, the sensations wrapping them in their own little bubble. ] But mostly ... it'd be about the mask. Because you don't like what it represents. Who it reminds you of. Sometimes it almost paralyzes you. [ She might deny that, but he's seen it happen. ] So if ... we play this out, it'd be about what you can do. Not what you couldn't. Does that make sense?

[ He's not her armchair therapist. But he knows the what-ifs can eat away at you. Every time you think you're strong, that you won't take shit, that you knows the measure of yourself, it comes back to haunt you. It robs you of something important. ]

[alittlebent]

[She pulls back a little to look at him, her lust thoroughly (but not irrevocably) snuffed out. Poking soul-deep emotional scars -- not exactly great bedroom technique.]

Why?

[More than anything else, though, she's just confused. Why does he want to play out her mental traumas? Why is that the first thing he thinks about when she asks about sex?

What does he want?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She falters, and he rolls them over, so she's sprawled across him. He stretches beneath her, and it's almost like a cat, languid in its easy control. Both hands coasting along her body, feeling her energy thrum across his skin. A sticky warmth lies thick and damp between them; it feels like they're both sweating just to breathe. When he kisses her, it's slow and soft and sipping, a way to break the flickering heat inside of her, the same way a good thunderstorm will dissipate a heat wave. ]

So we both stop being afraid.

[ He says We, not You. That's the only reason he's jabbing at those glowing psychic scars. He knows how cruel he has the capacity to be, but with Korra, he still doesn't know where he'd draw the line. Where the bitter misanthrope in him and the tentative shreds of humanity blur, and where his awfulness will exile him, irredeemably, from his own sense of decency. He's lived with that puzzle for years. He's only recently entered into a bearable truce with his darker urges. Because there are things you cannot bring into the light. Certain answers you can forgo. Still, one doubt burns -- free-flowing and hot as a current. ]

[ He takes a shaky breath, and says, ]

Mostly I want to know ... if it happened ... how we'd find our way back from that. If we could, at all.

[anatural]

I don't understand. [She can't follow the mental leaps he's making, the connections he's drawing between this and that. It's like listening to Jinora talk about the spirit world -- she can understand every individual word said, but when strung together, they're completely meaningless. Why would he be afraid? Where would they go? What would they be finding their way back from?

She doesn't get it, but that shaky breath tugs at her insides.]

But okay. [If he wants it, she'll try it. She seals the deal with a long, heady kiss.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Consent doesn't mean much when you don't understand the content. Accustomed as he is to deceit and sophistry, Hei can't accept her answer as a Yes, even as he lets himself sink into the kiss, his mouth pressing hers open in a soft and delicate motion that echoes the flutters of her pulse all around him. Breaking away, he nuzzles her hair. Inhales that smell of sweet rich earth that always seeps out of her pores, something that is raw and wild and flushed green as if from the rain. At the window, a curtain of mist is strung across the dotted glass. The drumming droplets and their soft breaths seem to be the only noise in the room. ]

[ When he stirs beneath her, it's a different pace -- a sloppy urgency, his cock stroking exquisitely up, punctuating his words. ]

Tell me when you're okay with ... playing it out.

[ Hopefully when she's absorbed at least a fraction of what the game entails. ]

[alittlebent]

Wait you mean right now? Tonight? [More than a little sex-addled, she completely misinterprets what he means.]

[mortemscintilla]

Right this minute.

[ It's clear enough by his tone -- fray-edged though it is -- that he's teasing her. Slowly, he draws them into a building rhythm -- deep jabs back and forth, a slick grinding pressure of his pubic bone on her clit, a rolling side-to-side to stretch her and remind her of how hard and twitchy he is inside her. He could come just like this, her warmth seeping everywhere, almost melting him, her breasts soft and plump yet resistant under his cupped palms, the nipples pebbly under the plucking fingers. ]

[ He feels curiously young and wide-eyed sprawled beneath her, like a teenager assing around after dark and getting waylaid far from his dull streetlit world -- lost someplace in the lovely woods, dark and deep, like that old poem goes. ]

[ (Isn't it funny how even lame poems make sense with someone you care about?) ]

[alittlebent]

[Oh. She huffs a little in amusement and bites his lip.]

Jerk.

[But oooooooooooh she groans softly and rocks her hips hard against him. It doesn't take much to get her worked back up, climbing quickly towards another climax.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ As she groans and rocks back against him, Hei shudders, something like tensile heat-lightning settling in his bones. He circles her in tighter, sure Korra must be able to feel the seasick lurches of his heart -- the wild thudding behind his ribs -- the same way he can feel hers. ]

[ At the fogged window, the drizzle fades; the water-drops at the glass resemble grainy xerox, dark splotches and glittering shapes refracting across the shuttered room. It's a little dreamscape-y but also intensely private; he finds himself absorbing the hundred little details of Korra, not out of cool-headed analysis but punch-drunk greed -- the dark smears of hair pasted to her skin with sweat, the smooth planes of her face, the damp gusts of her breath and the way her mouth tastes as he pries it open for kisses, over and over -- something salty and sweet that makes him want to bite, while the tremors of the encroaching climax grip him, washing out anything else. ]