well that got awkward fast

[pabulously]

WHO: Hei and Bolin, later Korra & Hei
WHAT: Bolin’s come to tell Korra about rumors he’s heard on the streets. But Hei’s the only one home.

[Strangely enough, Bolin's never been to Korra's house. Well, okay, maybe it's not so strange, considering he's broken his heart twice over her and while she's still one of his best friends the idea of being near both her and a bed is just...not a thing he wants to be happening. Particularly when it's a bed she's sharing with another dude. The same dude she'd been seeing before sleeping with him.

That's really the part that Bolin's still struggling with. He doesn't regret the affair or how it ended; he's made his peace and come to appreciate the idea of "sexbuddies." But the idea that he took another guy's girl is deeply uncomfortable, as is the idea that he made Korra a cheater. Luckily he doesn't have much reason to worry about it — Korra's boyfriend is so rarely seen he might as well be a myth. It's not the kind of relationship Bolin would want for himself, but Korra seems happy with it. And after losing her for those months, and the sheer chaos that followed her return, he's just happy that she can be happy.

Anyway. Yadayada, the past is the past, Bolin's perfectly happy to just catch Korra at pro-bending matches and grab lunch or dinner every so often. Why bug her at home?

Except he's started hearing things, whispers on the streets, about Amon and the spirit world and the possibility of a lot of trouble. This is stuff that Korra needs to know, now. Which brings him to her door.

Knock knock.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ She tugs at his shirt, and Hei assists with an awkward one-handed coordination. Yanks the material off, and kicks it away, the gesture gauche but somehow honest too, and indication of his racheting impatience. (Once the fucking is over, he'll likely wake up and walk into the kitchen only to trip over the discarded clothes, and he'll yell something pissy to Korra, who'll just mumble dismissively from the shores of sleep, cozily cocooned in the futon.) ]

[ At her words, he offers a sketch of a smile. Tips her across the table, and lazily mouths her breasts through her shirt, before rolling the material up and off her torso. Her hair fans out in a mass of skewed black tendrils, like ivy climbers reaching for sunlight. He nuzzles the warm-scented heap, then descends to gnaw where she likes best, right beneath the ear in that sensitive place that seems to connect straight to her groin. Both palms skimming up at the same time, from rubbing circles at the juts of her hipbones, to dancing up her ribs and closing around the soft swells of her breasts, a rough thumbing across her nipples through the fabric of her sarashi. ]

[alittlebent]

[Your fault for not watching where you're going, Hei. Master of grace and coordination and you can't handle some clothes on the ground? Geez.

She gasps and arches up like he pushed a button, as automatic a reaction as a knee-jerk. The edges of the table dig into her thighs, so she relieves the pressure by wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fingers tangle into his hair and grasp tight.]

You should grab the oil. [She's in the mood for a little back door action. Though she did just eat. How long should you wait after eating before having anal sex? The question shows in her expression, which shifts from pure arousal to horny and quizzical.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hey. You try watching where you're stepping after you're fucked-out and drowsy with your mind on nothing but food. Well. Mostly with your mind on nothing but food. ]

[ At her expression, his smile melts into something softer, more quietly amused. The answer depends on the person, really. He's known girls who'd starve themselves the whole day before doing the deed. Others who'd need days of prepping, and an enema just to be sure the alley was clear beforehand. And others who'd inhale a full-course meal, guzzle a gallon of alcohol, then get down to business without a hitch. ]

[ He doesn't say that to Korra, though. Just fumbles at the clasp of her trousers, before shucking them down her body along with her underwear, a messy drape across the tiles. Grabs a clean dishtowel, and spreads it under her, sandwiched between the table and the curve of her ass. Leaning in, he hitches her pretty thighs in a snug bow around him again. Mouths the vulnerable line of her neck, while slipping a hand between them to loosen his trousers, where his erection is already trying to unfurl from the overheated confines. ]

[ Nuzzling her chin, he teases, ]

Feel like living dangerously?

[ There might be a chance of a mess. There might not. It's a coin-toss. ]

[alittlebent]

[And she thought that she worked quickly. Korra smiles and reaches down to help him with his pants.]

I live with you, don't I?

[She says it with love and no trace of irony — though it is true in so many different ways.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He accepts her help with a flicker of a smile, and her words with one of those low grunted laughs that never quite leaves his throat. Hand shaky, he manages to pop the top button and get his zipper down, shucking the jeans and toeing them aside. Only then, the technicalities out of the way, does he seem to absorb the delectable treat that is Korra. Spilled out across the table, her skin like tea with just a few dollops of milk, in contrast to his own, milk with a few splotches of tea. ]

[ Humming, he slides his head across her chest, cheeking its sleek bones and soft planes. Tugs down her sarashi to free her breasts, lapping his tongue in broad, careless swathes across each slope, teething her nipples almost cruelly, then letting her feel the scrape of stubble that barely breaks his skin but feels like granularly fine sandpaper. Meanwhile his right hand dips between her thighs, combing through the tuft of pubic hair, resting one finger on her clit and pressing down, hard, not moving the digit at all, just letting his weight squeeze it down. ]

[alittlebent]

[At what point does this start to get old? Korra knows it gets boring for people, but she can't imagine how. She and Hei have had so much sex over the course of their relationship — this isn't even their first time doing it on the kitchen table — and yet she can't imagine ever getting tired of it. She'd have to be dead not to squirm at the friction of his stubble against her breasts, not to gasp and arch up as he presses down on her clit. (And yet she knows that it's not a guaranteed reaction, even for her. A different man could touch her in the same way and she'd feel revolted. Even Hei sometimes has touched her in places she usually likes, but in a way that turned her off. Sex is more than just interlocking parts.)

She digs her heels into his back, a wordless plea for more.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He's said it before: sex is purely a head-game. It has its own shades, variations and moods. But before Amber, before Korra, he'd seldom, if ever, equated it with intimacy. The fucking he'd engaged in was either a tool, or something commercial and essentially onanistic, which appealed to him in a calculating and self-serving way, because he'd dealt with enough pressures at work to worry about performance or pleasing a partner in bed, too. Awful, yes, but not everyone could be a bodice-ripping Fabio. ]

[ With Korra, though, there's a stubborn streak of generosity, tenderness, that he's not sure how to dispose of. Maybe it's chemistry, synchronicity, that makes them want the same things at the same time. He doesn't know -- and he's stopped trying to pick it apart. ]

[ She arches under him, her heels two warm knobs against his back. And Hei smiles against her skin, around the swirling bow of his tongue. Kisses down her belly, butting it lightly with his forehead, until Korra is obliged to soften back on the table, her legs falling open for him. ]

[ One hand remains on her mons; his fingers slip inside of her, stroking her through hot slickness in that upward motion she likes, the one that makes her twist her delectable body with the ticklish-hot pressure of it. Smearing the moist imprint of his lips along the inside of her thighs, then putting his open mouth on her sex in replacement of his fingers, feeling the tight curls and the soft plump lips unlike anything, it seems, he's tasted before. But he doesn't kiss or tongue her; he just teases her clit with hot-cool breath and glancing touches across her sodden entrance. ]

[alittlebent]

[He may think of her as a kitten, but there is something distinctly cat-like about how he butts his head against her — that imperious and yet charming demand for attention that is quintessentially feline. Of course Korra is helpless against it. She forces her body to relax, even with the pressure of his fingers inside her, and waits for the usual pleasure-torture to begin.

And waits. And then sits up on her elbows because she can't tell if he's deliberately teasing her or if something else has caught his attention.]

Don't tell me the vines are here too. [Normally she'd recognize his teasing as teasing, and know the difference between Hei-in-defense mode and Hei-in-playful-mode. But with everything going on, her first assumption with everything is "spirits are causing trouble." This whole thing has taken over her life.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Vines? Hei blinks, the context eluding him. Then he notices Korra's expression, and thinks, Oh. It's a sign of how wound-up she is. Usually, if he initiates sex, she goes like melting; it takes minimum effort to cajole her into The Mood, or to painstakingly tailor himself to suit her ever-fleeting fancies. But now she's full of so much percolating tension that it's blotting sight of everything else. Worse, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. ]

[ When he speaks, his tone is facetious. But there is a mild concern stirring underneath. ]

No vines. [ A beat, before he reaches out. Lightly taps his finger against her temple. ] Except in here.

[ With the other hand, he palms her sex, and with a careful, almost silky manner, his fingers pry open her pubic lips, thumb rolling her clit as if it is a slick bauble or a juicy grape, touching her as if she is of immense value but somehow very very fragile. ]

[ Quieter, he asks, ]

You want something else first? A massage?

[ His own attentiveness appalls him. But he can't pretend at his usual selfish indifference. (Right now? Anymore?) ]

[alittlebent]

[Oh. She blushes a little as he taps her head. Of course there aren't any vines here. He'd be in fight mode if there were.

Come on, Korra. Relax. Yet she's sufficiently embarrassed by the vine mistake that his fingers can't quite distract her.]

No, it's fine. As you were. [She gives him a mock salute — a parody of the awkward salutes Mako's been giving these days.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She salutes him, and Hei feels his lips twitch irrepressibly at the corners. She really is something. Nutty as a fucking fruitcake and luscious as a tree full of peaches. But he doesn't tease her or add to her embarrassment. She's too tantalizing, too involving, and he's too eager to get at her to make a show of it. ]

[ Hooking her knees in his hands, he opens her wider. Doesn't get down to business. Just looks at her for a moment, fingers pinching her private lips together so she exudes moisture, then gently spreading her apart, thumb rolling at her clit. Charming the way her sex twitches before he even touches it. He leans in and blows a stream of air across the tight nub, watches it throb. Opens his mouth wide, then, and runs his tongue under the soft pooch of pink folds, before he forces his tongue between the lips, thick wet stabs, lapping at her in a fury of relentless hot friction. ]

[alittlebent]

Nnnnnnnnnng. [Okay, that tongue is enough to distract her. She falls back on the table with a loud thud and a vague sense of Ouch. Who cares. The pleasure between her legs more than compensates for the dull ache in her head. The table has nothing good for her to grip onto except its hard edge, so she reaches for his hair as she gasps and whimpers.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She slumps back heavily, and her fisting hands in his hair hit sweet notes of pain that dance across his scalp and zip down his spine to his groin. His cock is a jutting heft, hot and heavy with its swelling load. But Hei is lost in what is before him. The hot rough silk of the hair, the plump wet lips, the moisture oozing onto his tongue, all this stirs in him a quiet frenzy. ]

[ And Korra's soft sounds above, her helpless sighs, ignite some darker spark in him. Ruthlessly he licks and stabs with his tongue as if he is starved for the salty delicious flesh. Curling the round little clitoris on the tip of his tongue, suckling it with all the pressure he can exert, the wet hair covering his own mouth and nose, drenching him in that saltysweet, musky scent, as he hums even louder than Korra. Then slowing, all at once, before her excitement can escalate higher, his hands shifting, fingers sliding inside her, two probing inside her fluttering walls while the slicked pinkie and then the ring finger prod at the tight crinkle of her ass. ]

[alittlebent]

[Tension? What tension? Nothing could stand up against his relentless assault. Vines could break through the windows right now and Korra wouldn't notice. Spirits could slip in to see what all the noise is about and she'd just enjoy giving them a show. (She misses that about the City, being able to touch each other in inappropriate places, not having to worry really about who might see. Embarrassment was the worst consequence of being caught there, while here, the stakes are much higher.)]

Oh come on! [Don't slow down! Not when she's so close! And if your fingers are going to tease her ass, they should go inside! Get with the program!]

[mortemscintilla]

[ If it's a dirty little show she's aiming for, he could haul her outside and fuck her against the terrace railing. The place is secluded enough that there won't be eyewitnesses -- but the risks of being spotted, even in hazy half-shadowed glimpses, are very real. ]

[ But that's not what he's focused on right now. She whines with a plaintive ferocity -- and his amusement is a low-down rumble; a vibration against her sopping folds. He cups both hands around her buttocks, squeezing hard, and pulls her closer to him, so his tongue can just reach the pucker of her ass. Teases it with the tip of his tongue, then alternates between long sloppy stripes across the length of her sex and tight swirling circles around her clit. Working her into a sticky froth, bit by bit, until suddenly, savagely, he is all but biting the mound, slurping with his tongue, burrowing into her sex and reflexively rocking his own hips in time with the movement, his dick aching with its load. ]

[ Usually, eating her out is perfunctory. A rewarding build-up to the actual fuck. But right now he wants to keep her at a simmer for as long as he -- and she -- can stand. To keep the orgasm building, ready to explode inside, without quite letting her lap over. ]

writing porn tags with my mother in the room...aw yes

[alittlebent]

[Oh she hates him. She hates him so much. He is a cruel sadistic terrible person and she'd punch his face if it wasn't so well occupied. What happened to the good old days of him trying to get inside her as fast as possible and as often as possible? (She doesn't actually miss them that much.)

Who knows how much time passes in this manner; Korra certainly isn't keeping track of anything as trivial as minutes. It reaches a point where she almost feels like she's detached from her body. Transcended, maybe? There's a pleasurable disconnect that makes everything seem surreal and amazing.]

/applauds your dedication >3

[mortemscintilla]

[ If it's a good hard banging she's after, he'll oblige. But right now, there's enough pressure suffusing her -- a wave of thick, blind, urgent want -- that he feels himself swept up in its vertiginous momentum. Her every gasp and tremor drives him on; his mouth is fastened on her clit, this tiny slick nub that is the wellspring of his pretty little Avatar's completion. And bent on nothing but that completion, he licks and sucks and lightly strokes it with his teeth, feeding deeper and deeper. ]

[ At the same time, his hands shift. One palm starfished across her belly, holding her steady. The other hand rubbing the entrance to her sex, playing with the delicate fringe of tissue -- then slipping two fingers in, first gently, then with a hard crooking friction against her spongey g-spot, while the other two digits push with an inexorable pressure into her ass. Both her tight little entrances seem, each time, almost too small -- yet this only makes him force his fingers deeper into the hot rippling depths of her. ]

[ (Let's see how detached she'll remain after this.) ]

thank you thank you she has departed now

[alittlebent]

[Not very detached at all.

She screams, loudly enough to shatter every bone in her body or so it seems. Her bones are fine, in truth, but the scream was definitely enough to worry Naga. The polar bear dog's head busts through the window and she roars to frighten off whatever made her friend scream like that.

Which just makes Korra scream for a different reason.]

NAGA! [She sits up abruptly and the table wobbles.]

she sensed our mischief and made a strategic parental retreat u mean >3

[mortemscintilla]

[ Son of a bitch. ]

[ He's not sure if it was the aftershocks of her orgasm -- a long rippling spasm -- or the less welcome shock of Naga bursting in -- a mass of white fur and glistening fangs -- but her thighs clamp around his head hard enough to make his ears pop. A flickering ball bursts like a tiny firework behind his vision. Grimacing, Hei staggers back, landing by fortunate accident in his empty seat -- a neat yet ungainly sprawl. ]

[ For a moment, blinking dazedly, he works his jaw. Tries to shake off that tinnitus-shrill ringing in his ears, before fixing Korra -- or maybe it's Naga? -- with the look of frigid death. ]

You really need to leash that thing.

no she went to get my brother she's back now

[alittlebent]

[There is nothing worse than a ruined orgasm. The afterglow is ruined, leaving Korra frazzled, shivering, and vulnerable. She's annoyed with Naga for interrupting — shouldn't she be used to how noisy they are during sex by now?! — but Hei immediately loses her sympathy with that comment.]

Naga, go! [Naga growls softly but retreats, and Korra turns her glare to Hei.] Don't call her a thing. [She knows you don't like Naga, Hei, but the polar bear dog has been around a lot longer than you have and will probably be around long after you're gone.]

she cannot deter us from the mischief >3

[mortemscintilla]

[ He nearly retorts, I'll call her what she is. Instead he scrubs a hand across his face as if trying to brush off an annoying cobweb. Fuck it -- Naga's intrusion is a reminder of how intensely he dislikes surprises. Loud noises. Sudden movement. He can feel the tension vibrating through his bones at a pitch capable of jostling teeth from gums. Forcibly, he shakes it off. His real life -- the life his body and his mind are honed for -- is far off. But he'd rather die than end up like those shell-shocked pussy-vets who dive under the table every time someone bangs the kitchen pots. ]

[ He shakes his head violently, slaps his face a few times, and eases himself away from that jittery upswing of temper and nerves. Underneath it all, his arousal still sings. But it's discordant and angry instead of sweetly sonorous. ]

[ In a measured tone, he says, ]

Maybe we should move this somewhere else.

nope

[alittlebent]

[She nearly retorts Maybe you shouldn’t wind me up so much except she really does enjoy it. It's just frustrating because things had felt so nice and now she's tense and he's tense and that's just a recipe for disaster and she doesn't know what to do. There's a brief, mad desire to cry from all the accumulated stress, but it passes after a deep breath.]

Yeah. [The mood has been pretty thoroughly ruined for her, but she's not about to take her pleasure and then leave him hanging. She can at least return the favor.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She's tempted to cry -- he's tempted to break things. Either would be a way to diffuse the heat inside of them, shimmering in the air, the same way a good thunderstorm will break a summer scorch-wave. But going down that path leads to only Bad Things. They've been having such a nice evening. Why end it on a sour note? ]

[ With a breath, he slips off his chair, making an effort to recapture that quick easy flow of his body, loosened of its subtle tension. Reaches out, brushing his knuckles across the curve of Korra's cheek, before twining his fingers around a dark tasseled tip of her hair. ]

[ Tugging with deliberate gentleness, he breathes, ]

Come here.

[ Give him a kiss. Better yet, give him two or three, before he guides her mouth to where he wants it most. ]

[anatural]

[She lets him pull her in for a kiss — short, sweet, half-apologetic and half-forgiving.]

Move this to the bedroom? [Naga can't interrupt them there, and considering the wave of exhaustion that's just hit her, it'd be nice to blow him on the futon so she can pass out afterwards. (Maybe she'll get her second wind once they've both managed to relax some more, but she's not going to hold her breath.)]

[mortemscintilla]

Mm.

[ She kisses him, and Hei lets his eyes slip half-shut, a low hum of approval curling in his throat and his arms a loose heavy braid around her body. Unhurriedly he nuzzles her neck, kisses her shoulders -- first one then the other. Lets the expanse of his skin press against hers, a hot deliberate sway, before he sweeps her up -- a slow circle that skims her feet across the floor. It would almost be playful, like dancing, if not for his dick's rude ache between them. ]

[ In the cool darkness of the bedroom, he spills her with a strangely careful clumsiness across the futon. Crawls up along her body, coming up over her, and presses hot, tongue-tracing kisses to her mouth, with a slowness that's at odds with the hard, jack-handling grip he shows her as he curls her warm little palm around his erection. ]