Note: I wrote this for Korra Smut Week- that said. It's probably filled with lots of errors and whatevs. So if you think characterization is flat or if I didn't flesh the story out- I'm sorry. I just wanted to write for smut week.
He never took his mask off without good reason. He considered getting away from the lieutenant and Sato as good as any reason to take off his mask and slink into Republic City unnoticed. With his mask, he was only Amon. Without it, he looked like some unassuming Water Tribe man. He was just Noatak.
When he went into the city unmasked, Amon went to any of the city's bathhouses. He always picked ones far away from his headquarters. He never frequented any in particular, but Amon made sure that he was never familiar to any of the staff. The one he went to tonight was too close to the pro-bending arena for his tastes, but he shrugged the idea off as he paid the attendant and went to the changing room. Amon quickly stripped himself of the old blue Water Tribe clothes he wore when he went out.
Amon grabbed the bar of soap and the bucket of water in front of him. He understood the bathing culture in Republic City well enough. Actual washing took place outside of the bath. The bath was meant only for complete relaxation. There were other rules too that were completely different from the old rules he remembered from the Northern Water Tribe where men and women bathed in hot springs together. He took the bar of soap and dipped it into the bucket of water. He dragged the soap across his paled skin in circles. Lather gathered quickly and trailed suds onto his skin. Amon paid attention to all parts of his body from his calves to his biceps. When he finished, he cupped the water in his hands and washed away the lather. He watched the foam disappear into the drain before stepping into the bath.
The bath's water was hot. Amon had to acclimate himself to the water before completely sinking into the bath. The scalding water already turned his pale skin from rose to red. Amon closed his eyes and leaned back onto the cool tile behind him. He sat there like this until he heard the loud, slick footsteps of someone entering the bath. He opened an eye to see a young woman in bindings grabbing the soap. He closed his eyes before regretted seeing any more of her. It was hard not to notice her shapely, well-built body even with the limited glimpse that Amon had. However, he knew he probably should show her some respect for accidentally walking into the men's bath.
"This isn't the Water Tribe. The bath for women is next door," Amon said.
"Huh? How did you know I'm Water Tribe? You've got your eyes closed," the woman said.
"I have my eyes closed because it's disrespectful if I were to stare at you. After all, you're a woman in a men's bath," Amon said.
"Oh… sorry. Wait! How do you know about the Water Tribe bathing thing? I thought I was the only person in this city that knew it," the woman said.
"I may not look it, but I'm from the Northern Water Tribe," Amon said.
Amon did not hear anything further than that. He suspected the woman left. He slouched back before he heard the splash in the bath. Amon's eyes flashed open and saw the girl sitting in front of him with the bar of soap. Thankfully she didn't think about the rule of no clothes in the bath because she still wore her bindings.
"Please get out of here. I paid good money to use this bath, and I do not want to be kicked out," Amon said.
"This bath closes at midnight, and it's eleven right now. I doubt there's going to be any more people here, and that the staff even care," the woman said.
"Why do you even want to be here?" Amon said.
"Because. I haven't been around another real Water Tribe person in a while since I moved here," the woman said.
Amon relaxed a little. He knew the feeling. If he had met another Water Tribe person when he first came to Republic City, he would have wanted to be around that person too.
"What's your name?" Amon said.
"Korra. Yours?" she said.
"Noatak," he said.
"Do you mind?" she said.
Korra pointed at her bindings. Most Water Tribe was unashamed at bathing nude with members of the opposite sex. Amon didn't know when he became such a prude.
"No. Go ahead," Amon said.
Korra grabbed the knot at the underside of her bottom bindings and unraveled them slowly. She folded the cloth and set it aside next to the bath. Her arm reached to her back to attempt to get the knot in the back of her top bindings. Amon remembered this well. His own teenage attempts to remove a girl's top bindings were engrained in his mind. He was just simply amazed that Korra was as traditional as she was with having her knot in the back instead of in front like most Water Tribe women did that wore bindings.
"Here," Amon said.
He went to Korra's back. His deft fingers made short work out of the binding's knot. Korra liked the touch of his fingers as he helped her unravel the top binding. When she saw him earlier sitting alone in the back, she noticed how handsome he was. His body was well muscled, and he had strong Water Tribe features with his strong jaw, high cheekbones, and full lips. His voice hung in the air when he spoke. It was low and striking with an oddly familiar lilt about it. When he opened his eyes, she thought she had been struck by lightning- the jolt of his icy color eyes shocked her. The color reminded her of the glaciers where the ice was so white and clear that it tinged blue.
Amon backed away from Korra and went back to his spot. He closed his eyes. Korra grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather herself. She moved closer to Amon with her back to his side. Even in the heat of the water, he could feel her own body heat radiate too close to his own. He was too glad to not be looking at her. He may have been too serious for his own good, but he was also a man who acknowledged his passions. A beautiful woman was sitting next to him slippery and naked with that dark Water Tribe skin he missed so much. He wanted to take her… but only if she were willing. He didn't understand other men that took women without permission. Amon wanted a woman who was begging for him.
"Hey, can you help me?" Korra said.
Amon's eyes slowly opened. Her arm twisted and held out the bar of soap for Noatak. He grabbed the soap and massaged her back. She never felt quite as good as this. He worked the sore muscles in her back with an almost magical touch. After the pro-bending rounds, she didn't want to go out for noodles or drinks as much as she wanted something like this. She bit her lips to muffle her moan. She heard a deep chuckle from him as he finally took the bar and lather her back.
"How did you learn to do that?" Korra said.
"Years of practice," Amon said.
"You're really good," she said.
"Thanks…"
"So… what do you do?"
"I'm… just around. It's hard to describe what I do."
"Oh… okay."
"What about you? You're new around here."
"Um… I'm just around."
Amon laughed and grabbed some water. He poured the water down her back. The water sloshed up and down with the movement of his hand washing away the soap. He took the bar and then placed it back on the tile floor. As usual, he went back to his spot and closed his eyes. However, this time he felt Korra turn towards him, her breasts rubbing against his arm. She leaned for the bar of soap that Amon placed on the floor.
"Turn," Korra said.
She pushed him to turn around. Korra's fingers fluttered about his back. His backside was just as well worked out as his front. She traced his back and shoulder blades before circling the soap on his back. He didn't make the kinds of sounds she did when he washed her back. Instead, he made little hums as the tension melted away from his back. She noticed the sprawl of tattoos she saw on most Water Tribe men was absent on his back and shoulders. He either no longer adhered to Water Tribe tradition or he was a single man.
"You don't have a wife," Korra said.
"I don't. I'm… too occupied," Amon said.
"No girlfriend?" she said.
"No. What's it to you? You're clearly not married. You don't have a betrothal necklace or a ring," he said.
"I'm just curious."
Korra let her hand snake around his waist and soap his abs. She felt the sharp inhale of his breath.
"Your curiosity will be the end of you," Amon said.
Korra grinned and continued to wash Amon. He felt her gather closer to his back and straddle his waist. Her breasts were pressing against his back. He never did a good look at her breasts outside of those bindings, but the bindings did little to hide the fullness of her breasts. He wanted to take them into his hands, to suckle and bite her nipples.
"So this is a game to you," Amon said.
"Everything is a game. Stop being so serious," Korra said.
She grinded her hips against his backside. Amon grunted. Korra liked this. She never got any sort of reaction when she tried to flirt with Mako. This guy was different. He was a man who was confident in his prowess- that's how Korra would describe it. When she stepped into the bath and saw him lying back with his legs opened, she saw his cock just lying there like a gesture of male confidence that was common in the Water Tribes- unashamed and brash. She didn't blush at it like most women in Republic City would. Instead, it attracted her in a strange way that reacted with the most primal of instincts and desire found deep in the blood running in her veins.
"Sounds like you want to play," Korra said.
"Do you even know how to play?" Amon said.
Did she? Korra certainly knew her way around certain things, but when it came down to it, she didn't have the finesse for seduction. Korra was used to the bump and grind of awkward, young lovers like with some of the young White Lotus guards she had taken to bed. This man, Noatak, seemed to understand the game much differently than she did. She wanted him to show her how he played this game.
"Maybe," Korra said.
"That always means no," Amon said.
"I've had sex before," Korra said.
Her answer sounded like a little child trying to prove something. Amon was just playing with her.
"You've had sex. Have you ever made love? Fucked someone?" Amon said.
The question struck Korra. The question was rhetorical as Korra soon found out. Amon took her hand that held the soap and ran it down his stomach. They followed the trail of that led to his already hard member. He motioned slowly up and down his shaft with Korra and the bar of soap. The water turned milkier from the soap as she continued. Korra then took the bar of soap and put it back onto the tiled floor. She gripped Amon's cock again and let her fingers play with him. Korra could tell he must have been enjoying this because he started to thrust against her fist. Before he continued, he stilled her hand, grabbed the soap, and turned around.
Amon nudged Korra to stand on the stairs that led down into the bath. She stood up like a beautiful statue with water running down her body. He took the soap and rubbed it around her calves and thighs. They were the legs of an athlete- strong in his hands. He went behind her to catch a glimpse of her ass. Amon ran the soap circling around her ass and between the crack. She shuddered against this gesture. He moved up and back in front of her. This time the bar of soap traveled up her stomach and to her breasts. Amon smiled to himself at the sight. The roundness and the firmness of them. She truly was a goddess of beauty. He massaged her breasts softly with his fingers before dropping the soap. He fingered her already perked nipples, teasing them. Even better than this was Korra's moans that lightly escaped her mouth as she grinded her hips against Amon's.
Korra slung her arms around Amon's neck and pressed her body close to his. She moved her lips to his and kissed him. Kissed him? Devour him. Their tongues battled and moved in a dance. He moved to suck on her collarbone to incite another moan from Korra. She grinded her hips again. Korra already felt the slippery feeling between her legs and the heat seemed to concentrate there. She needed to be touched there. She took one of her hands from Amon's neck and snaked it down to her clit, but he took her hands placed them onto his shoulders. He lowered down and nudged her legs apart. His hand traced up and down her folds, stopping just short of her clit. Korra could feel the hotness of his breath down there. Her fingers wove through his short hair and pulled him closer to him- beckoning him. Amon obeyed. His tongue circled and rubbed against her nub as his fingers continued to tease her opening. He sucked on her sweetness that caused her to buck against his tongue. Amon's fingers than stopped their teasing and sank inside of Korra. She felt like fire to him. His fingers explored as his tongue circle her clit. Korra moved against his fingers rapidly. She felt all of the fire building her ready to erupt. She didn't want to play these games with his fingers inside her.
"Noatak…"
Korra bit her lip.
"I need you inside of me," she said.
Amon never listened to her. He wanted her to come first before he granted her desire. He knew she had to be close- the way she pulled his head close to her core. Korra didn't see it coming either despite how it built up. Instead, a bolt rendered through her entire body. The little shocks that concentrated in her core made her shutter as she moaned and yelled out his name. He hadn't heard anyone cry out that name of his like that in too long of a time. Amon almost longed to hear it from her lips again and again.
As Korra came back from her high, Amon steadied her around his body. They looked at each other as Amon took his hand to trace around her curves. Korra followed his motions and traced a line down his hard body. With the confidence she was used to, she grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Amon practically growled at her forwardness. He put her arms around her and lowered her onto the stairs. She grinned at him as she again took his length and touched her slick core with it. This time he let himself slip inside of her. It was so different from when his fingers had touched that same place.
"Spirits! You're tight," he said.
Korra smiled and clutched Amon closer to her.
"So what are you waiting for?" she said.
Amon started to move. He slowly moved, thinking about how much he wanted to savor being inside of Korra. She made the sorts of sounds that made him ache everywhere. When her hands drifted on his back and slowly to his ass, every thing felt switched on for him- the very idea of her need for him to fill her. Korra liked the slow pace, but it was almost too slow. She wanted the wild abandonment of his body pounding into her.
"Harder," she said.
She didn't need to say it twice. Amon thrusted harder. The water sloshed about them. Korra swung her legs around and wrapped them around Amon's waist. Her fingers sank into his back and would leave crescent marks later. Amon grabbed Korra's hips and angled them so he could sink into her to the hilt- grinding against her clit. Korra felt him hit a bundle of nerves that made dulling but intense burn of pleasure. Each time his body met hers, he hit that same spot until she felt her lower body overcome with that pleasure.
"Noatak!"
Korra said his name over and over as she came. Amon felt her body pull him in. His body seemed to react on its own accord. Feral thrusts and jerky movements that he could never make consciously. He continued until he could no longer hold on. Korra held him close as he came inside her- his hot seed searing her. The water started to still with their bodies as they lay tangled together.
"Korra…" he said.
Amon took a lock of her hair and placed it behind her ear before kissing her. He pulled away from her and leaned against a tiled wall. Korra laughed and joined him.
"Sometimes I forget that I need that," Korra said.
"Hm?" Amon said.
"Sex. I'm always busy with everything in my life- that like I forget how much that's part of my life too," Korra said.
"I know exactly what you mean," Amon said.
"So… next week?"
"I try not to make a habit of where I go for bathhouses. Especially if this is what I'm going to do."
"Next week. Any place. Just you and me. Nothing else."
"Deal."
Korra smiled and got up from the bath.
"See ya, Noatak," Korra said.
"See you, Korra," Amon said.
Korra looked back and winked him. She snapped her fingers in a bit of happiness. Amon could have sworn that he saw fire spark from those fingers, but he ignored it as a bit of post-coital daze. The thought swirled a bit in his head- I may have just lost my chance. He just laughed and shook his head as he climbed out of the bath.