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 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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hoorah for him. ]

[ He shudders as she draws back, gulping air through his clenched teeth in a whistling gust. His hips spasm, both demanding and imploring; the movement only grows more erratic when the the tip of her tongue chases sensation up the slick cap of his shaft. Muscles stringing taut -- thighs to shoulders -- as she plays with the vulnerable spot that nestles at the slit. The combined sensation is nearly the equivalent of a splinter in the nerves, a sharp pain that drives one to near-screaming, but which even as it occurs is being dissolved into pleasure by her wonderful tongue. ]

[ With trembling fingers, he touches Korra's cheek, strokes a thumb down to the edge of her lips where they burn his own swollen flesh. That familiar high-pitched buzz -- a foreshadowing of completion -- fills his skull. He can feel the orgasm rising, powerful and steady. But he's not going to drown when it happens. He's going to overflow. ]

[alittlebent]

[He's close, she thinks — she can feel it in the way he touches her face. She rubs her tongue hard against the underside and relaxes her throat again, getting herself ready to swallow. Less mess that way, even with her waterbending. (And okay, maybe she's also developed a little taste for it. Just a little.)]

[mortemscintilla]

[ When Hei comes, it's with a jittery moan, both hands pushing into her hair as he drives trembling into her mouth. A vein throbs in his temples, seeming to match the ache in his cock, and he can hear himself panting. It seems so loud, his sawing breath, and he wonders if she can hear him inside and out. His blood's circuitous river. Desperation crackling in the electrical storm of his brain. He can feel his balls tightening, every muscle in his body growing rigid with tension just before he shoots wildly into her: four or five streams, hard ones that send his shaft jerking across her tongue. ]

[ And then he's spiraling down, a marionette with its strings sliced off. Erection softening to a heavy edge of flesh, light sweat on a streamlined torso, mouth open and panting through a dark tangle of hair. His palms are still cradling her skull. He lets them stay put there, happy as the rest of him. ]

[anatural]

[Somehow Korra manages to choke, despite how thick and fast he comes. But she can't keep a fair amount from dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin & breasts. She lets him out of her mouth and crawls up so she can curl up by his side and nestle her head on his shoulder. It smears come all over both of them.]

Should probably clean this up, huh?

[She bends a little water from the other room, heats it up, and runs it over both of them to remove the spunk.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Watching her bend a whorl of hot water to clean them off, Hei almost smiles with a sated, satirical amusement. Ordinarily he'd do it himself with a handful of tissues or maybe a moist towel. Something about the way people here use their bending for every trivial chore strikes him as both complacent and disquieting. ]

[ But he's in a sweetly drowsy state, and he doesn't particularly care right now. His fingers, padded and sticky-warm, stroke her brow, touch the pulse at her hairline, cup the side of her head. His breaths are slow against the stirring mess of her hair, each one laden with a creeping sleepiness. ]

[ In a muzzy voice, he teases, ]

How is it that you can clean this off lickety-split -- but the kitchen is a mess everytime you walk out of it?

[anatural]

Is not! [She freezes the ball and drops it in a trashcan, then settles back against him. She's too sleepy to really put up a fuss against that wholly unjust accusation.] You're the one that makes all the dishes. [And she's still sheltered enough that it doesn't occur to her to help with chores unless specifically asked. She'll take care of Naga, of course, and straighten up a bit around the house, but the kitchen is firmly Hei's domain.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ This is exactly why he treats Korra with such a dry indulgence, as if she's a kitten. An occasionally infuriating, improperly housetrained, but always amusing kitten. ]

After which I rinse them in the sink. Along with that big stack of dishes someone leaves every morning for other people to wash.

[ He means to be didactic, but he can feel the wry affection collecting under his skin. Gathering her closer, he rolls the comforter up over them in a fluid movement, pressing into her heated, burrowed body with his face in her hair, stroked by a thousand coronal threads that seem to have a life and volition of their own. He feels ready to drop into a heavy sprawl of sleep, melted like cheese on toast. He isn't usually toast-guy after one round, though -- and his body seems to recognize that. Despite the stupor, he can feel his skin-cells vibrating wherever they brush across hers -- little fritzing bubbles of interest. ]

[anatural]

[You could also try, you know, telling her. This isn't the kind of thing she'll learn without being taught. She harrumphs and pokes his side in mild annoyance, but she can't muster up the energy for true offense. He's warm and solid and the blanket is a heavy, comforting weight. Even the ragging is soothingly domestic. It all offers up a barrier against the outside world, creating a place where she can let down her guard. There's a freedom in not being the Avatar — not a freedom that she would want all the time, but critical in small doses.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She pokes him, and Hei exhales a soft, almost soundless chuckle into her hair. The air between them is filled with heat and breath; Korra's half-lidded pupils seem to be breathing, her hair seems to be breathing, she is humid with life. He's tempted to pester her for a second round. But ... she seems worn out enough. ]

[ So instead he circles her in close, with her head tucked into that good spot under his chin. Dying red sunlight filters from the window; the curve of her cheek gleams in the glow, sun-kissed. Face snub and terribly young-looking, at odds with that low-pitched, smooth voice of hers. To anyone else, she looks like an average teenager with no deeper challenges than juggling school, friendships, dates. The worst that can happen, maybe her handful of rubber balls escape her grasp and fall. But in truth, she is complicated, juggling literal and psychic chainsaws. ]

[ And the shameful thing is, Hei finds it a relief -- a relief to know it isn't just him who is fucked up. To know that Korra is not what she seems on the surface; is not simply the cheerful, brash, goodnatured animal who's caged herself in civility and sweet humor and the spare room in Hei's chest, but a wild, weird creature who craves both freedom and control, just as everyone else does. ]

[ He's not sure how to express that to her, though. So he just whispers, ] Get some rest, [ and lets it be. ]