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]

[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. ]