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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[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. ]

[anatural]

[She knows how you like to be jerked off, geez. She's never liked having him drag her hands here and about, showing her how to do things she knows perfectly well. But she doesn't complain, or even try to get his hand off. She owes him for Naga's rude behavior. So he can keep his hand gripped as tightly as he wants around hers...for the time being. For however long patience and guilt last.

She bites his lip and hooks her ankles around his, locking him close as she strokes him at whatever speed he desires.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She doesn't sulk or struggle, and Hei coaxes her lips open to give a soft groan into her mouth, letting his tongue speak for him with wet sweeps of approval. By degrees, he lets his hand slip off hers, allowing her to take over. His hips plumb her cloistering hand with a jerky singlemindedness, cock slick-tipped and thrumming. But his kisses stay slow, almost sipping, the same way his coasting palms squeeze and explore her body with a gentle focus. Fingers pressing into the flesh of her hips, squeezing her buttocks together. Skimming up the undulant plane of back, the heels of his thumbs digging and kneading gently under the sweep of her shoulderblades. Climbing up her nape, feeling the delicate bumps of bone under the warm skin, and burying themselves in her landslide of soft hair. ]

[ He rubs her scalp idly, feeling the melony solidity of her skull under all the furry fluff, but also the heat and lushness of her body flattened under his, the deft rhythm of her hand on his cock. The combination delivers a satisfaction that is both languid and thrilling, calling up memories of other such contacts, of her wrapped tight around him as he buries himself inside her over and over with soft gasps, feeling her flush and curl as he hits a good spot, of cupping her head as she goes down on him, all bright eyes and plush lips. ]

[ He wants all that from Korra, wants it with the arrival of desperate hunger, a bright rush of heat in his cock, but he doesn't force the event, simply lets his lips play tenderly with hers. ]

[anatural]

[...so maybe her mood isn't so completely wrecked after all. His irritability from earlier seems to have passed, leaving no traces of resentment or vicious dominance. She's still tired (intense orgasm always does that to her), but the tension that had put the real damper on her excitement is gone, and every gentle touch helps warm her back up.

She'd offer a blowjob, but this position is really comfortable. So she's just going to keep working him with her hand — running her thumbnail along the vein, rubbing the head against the palm of her hand — and enjoying the kisses.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ What is that song again? Try a little tenderness? Maybe there's more to it than schmaltzy bullshit. ]

[ She keeps stroking him, a skitter of nails and clasped warmth, and Hei can feel the need dammed up inside him; his body is choked. He wants something rougher -- a slick dirty storm of friction. Something to assuage the wild, tearing greed that is creeping up his back and scalp. But he can't do that at the risk of spoiling the moment, as perfectly delicate as a soap bubble floating into the air. ]

[ It is easier pleasuring Korra; it grounds him. So he stays where he is, rolling his warm hard forehead against hers, his hair falling down around her face. Kisses her under the chin and down along the neck, a touch of tender need, of pliant patience and sweetness, even as he can feel the hard upward arrowing of his erection between them, the pulse beating hotly against her fingers. With one arm, he gathers her in closer. The other dips between them, delving between her thighs, fingertips gathering the moisture out of her. He daubs one nipple with it, then takes it into his mouth -- wet suctioning pulls that almost match the rhythm of her stroking hand. A tease -- or perhaps a hint. ]

[alittlebent]

[You expect her to pick up hints right now? The only thing she's picking up from that is Wow that feels good. She gasps and digs her nails into the flesh of his back, and the hand around his dick falters.]

You might... not want to distract me.

[mortemscintilla]

[ She falters, and Hei hums against her skin -- both amusement and soft complaint. He rolls over, carrying her with him so she's sprawled across his body. Her weight -- an armful of springy curves and thrumming heat -- is delicious. His hands rest on her hips, and the feel of their lightly-padded warmth, small and neat as a wishbone under his splayed palms, makes him ache. ]

[ Almost teasingly, he rocks under her, his uncramped cock pressed between their bellies, the tip leaving wet smears across the skin. ]

No distractions. Honor bright. [ As if he even knows the meaning of that word. A beat, then, quieter and raspier, ] I was hoping you'd use your mouth.

[alittlebent]

Mmph! [No protest, just surprise as he flips them over. The heat of his erection all but sears her belly, and she wonders briefly if he's going to stick it in just like that. Even knowing what a terrible idea that would be, a part of her wants him to. It's not even that she's aching to have something inside her. Maybe it's what he said earlier — Want to live dangerously?

But no. Blowjob. That's much safer. She can do that.]

Should've said so sooner. [She presses a hard kiss to his mouth and then slowly makes her way down his chest to his pulsing erection.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's dangerous living -- and then there's pure stupidity. Knocking up the Avatar isn't exactly high on his list of priorities. Especially when he's sure Tonraq or Tenzin -- or both -- will skin 'Li' alive if they find out. ]

[ She kisses him, and Hei manages to lick the soft hem of her upper-lip before she lowers herself down his body. His ribs shift and expand as he inhales; whatever he says is little more than a thick mutter. His hands shift, stroking her hair, picking it up in handfuls and letting it fall. At the crux of his body, his cock is live flesh; jumping, flushed-hot with its load. Everything -- from the currents of cool air displaced by Korra's movements, to the heat radiating off her skin -- make it tic with oversensitized interest. ]

[ Carding a gentle hand through her hair, he breathes, ]

Skip the teasing.

[ He hopes she won't take it the wrong way. As much as he enjoys her kittenish playfulness, her diligence and enthusiasm, he's not sure he can stand that kind of delayed gratification right now. ]

[alittlebent]

[She glances up at him — no teasing? After the way he tortured her? How is that fair? She makes a face at him, but fine. Because she owes him. Korra licks her lips, takes a deep breath, and then sinks all the way down in one (fairly) smooth motion. Deep throating still isn't the most comfortable thing to do, but she likes to think she's gotten pretty good at it, and she likes being good at things.]

[mortemscintilla]

Fffffuuck.

[ There's almost no build-up. Just cool air one moment, and burning-wet suction the next. It is like cherries lining up on a slot machine--bing, bing, bing, pay-off. Hei's abdominal muscles twitch, thighs trembling, and her mouth is both a torture and salve as it swallows him in, his hands wedded with demanding purpose to the curve of her skull. With a jittery breath, he flexes his arms, first trying then trying not to tug her closer as if he is afraid he'll lose her. ]

[ This can't be easy-as-pie for her, and he knows that. But it's impossible to manage anything except a tremoring sigh that might be her name. ]

[alittlebent]

[She doesn't try moving up and down; that would be tempting her gag reflex. Instead, she hums ("Secret Tunnel", for those who are curious) deep in her throat and massages his balls with her hand. She wants to hear him make some real noise.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She hums, and Hei makes a ragged noise low in his throat, lapsing into a guttural, incoherent argument with himself, like a drunk who can't choose his next step. Instinct drives him to buck with a sharp repetition into the blissful heat of her mouth. But he stays perfectly still, his body transforming into a network of thick veins, pushed to the surface of his skin by the sheer density of tension. His lungs are the only things working on overtime, dragging scoops of air as his cock throbs and drools across her palate. ]

[ Mindlessly, his fingers comb through her hair, thumbs rubbing the curve of her cheeks, the furry streaks of eyebrows and feathery scrim of lashes. From this vantagepoint, her mouth full of cock, fingers working his balls, she should look debauched, sluttish. Instead, even now, there's that innocent glow. Just a happy, rumpled, bright-eyed girl. When she sucks him off he can almost imagine, with both amusement and a dose of discomfort, what she must've looked like when she was little, getting around a big ice-cream cone. ]

[alittlebent]

[Lucky for you, Hei, Korra never had ice cream cones when she was little. Ice cream isn't the most popular treat in the south pole — too much cold, too few cows. The only thing she's ever sucked on like this is cock. Congratulations.

Even she can't keep this up for too long, though. After a few minutes, she pulls back until only the head is left in her mouth. She runs her tongue around it, then plays around the slit. She glances up at his face to gauge how close he is to the edge.]