Mako sighed as he ruffled through his coat, checking the pockets and hood for places he might have accidentally left his keys.
"Where are they? I could've sworn I put them in the left pocket on the inside of my coat." Mako, being one to always take precautions, had no clue how he could have misplaced his keys to the attic of the newly reconstructed pro-bending arena.
"Bolin? Korra? Anyone? Open the door!" Mako tried to submit to someone on the other side of the door. The door swung open and Bolin greeted him with his usual nonsensical smile. Mako walked in and hung his coat on the rack behind the door. Gazing around the apartment, he saw Korra sitting on the couch, sipping tea.
Mako sighed with relief and content to see his girlfriend relaxing on the couch for once, just being Korra, and not the Avatar, not worrying about impressions or balance or peace. Just Korra. He padded over to Korra and sat next to her, getting snug so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"Mako?" Korra said in a whisper almost too quiet for him to hear.
"Yes, sweetie?" He responded simply.
"When is Bolin leaving?" Mako's face turned red with embarrassment, but happiness. Whenever Korra asked when someone was leaving, it meant she wanted to get… intimate.
"Bolin, bro." Mako alerted his brother he wanted to speak.
"Say no more, Mako. I can see the look on your face. You two want to… uh… what's the word? Canoodle." Korra blushed and Mako ever so slightly nodded.
"Sure, sure, I get it. No one wants poor old Bolin around for a bit of a hug. I get it."
"Little bro, come on. It's not that. Korra and I just need some… alone time." Mako glanced at Korra and she let out a soft laugh at how Mako was making it seem like by saying "alone time" he meant just hugging and a few pecks on the cheek. She had a feeling Mako didn't want to ruin his little brother's innocence.
"Got it. Bolin out. Definitely. Yup. I'm going…" He walked backwards to the door clumsily and opened it and closed it once he was out.
"Definitely gone. Yup. Bolin is gone." And his silhouette disappeared from outside the door. Korra let out a little snort, and Mako could tell she was trying her best not to burst out laughing. He thought when Korra laughed or snorted it was the cutest thing in the world.
"So, my little Avatar. What is it that you so desperately needed Bolin to leave to do?" Mako asked.
"Don't ask stupid questions, City Boy." Korra grabbed a fistful of Mako's shirt and locked lips with him. Mako let out a pleased groan and Korra wriggled her tongue across his chapped lips. He let her gain access to his inner mouth and they exchanged pleasurable moans. Mako knew Korra good. She liked to go fast. If she had her way, clothes would be off in a matter of minutes. This time Mako would insist on some foreplay, and would insist that they go slow. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, ready to yank it off, but Mako grabbed her hands, and put them around his neck. Korra broke the kiss.
"Mako. Don't make me beg already. You know I hate going slow." However, Korra actually didn't hate it. She loved it. He swooped Korra off her feet and carried her bridal style to his room. He kicked open the door and set Korra down on his bed and shut his door. Mako padded over to Korra and took off his shirt, leaving only his white undershirt and pants on. He hovered over top of his lover, and planted soft kisses on the base of her forehead all the way down to her collarbone and then softly nipped her earloabes. Korra moaned with pleasure.
But she wanted more.
Korra ripped off her shirt before Mako got a chance to stop her, but left her bindings on. Just this once she would give into his slow-going foreplay. She stopped struggling against Mako's strong arms holding her down.
"Has the Avatar given up?" Mako asked in a teasing way.
"Oh, sure. Just this once. Don't enjoy it too much, cool guy." Mako very slowly, much to Korra's unliking, took off her breast bindings, and planted soft pecks from her collarbone down to her cleavage. Her beauty never ceased to bewilder Mako, no matter how many times he saw her naked body. He resisted cupping one of her breasts, not only driving Korra crazy, but him too.
Korra bit her bottom lip trying to stop from letting out a pleased moan, but it failed. She let out a beautiful sound that Mako loved to hear. His slow foreplay was working. He gave in to his resistance and palmed one of Korra's breasts, circling her nipple with the tip of his finger, but never touching it. It was making her moan and she tried to grab Mako's hand and make him touch it, but he was too quick, and pulled his hand away.
"Mako, please. Please, take me." Korra pouted.
"Just a few more minutes and then we'll… get to it. You know you like this." Mako said. Korra's blue eyes gazed south on his body.
"By the looks of it, you want it too." Korra noticed a figure starting to poke out of his pants.
"I can handle a bit of waiting, love. You'll get what you want, only when I get what I want." Mako said teasingly. He softly poked a section on her breast that only he knew would get her to moan and groan with pleasure. Mako gave Korra a taste of what she wanted, cupping a breast and capturing her lips for a kiss that would last. She ran her fingers through his hair, making it a mess. He severed the kiss and made a trail with his tongue from her collarbone down to her navel, and planted a kiss right there. Glancing back up, he noticed her nipples were hard. Coming up from her navel, he tweaked a nipple with a finger and went in and sucked on the brown bud, his tongue circling it a few times. Korra moaned again and reached for Mako's chin to pull him closer for a kiss. He gave in and let her get what she wanted. Korra let her tongue slide into his mouth with ease, pulling herself slightly up by hanging onto Mako's neck. Somehow while Korra was enveloped in their kiss, Mako had untied the knot keeping Korra's pants up and slid them down to her ankles, and took off her bottom bindings.
Mako had slid his pants off too, and taken off his white undershirt. Korra reached for Mako's swelling organ, but was stopped short when she felt him kissing her thighs. He kissed the inside of her thighs where they usually rubbed together. This was one of her sensitive spots she absolutely went crazy over if he touched or kissed there. One kiss led to another, then soon he was sucking her clit, and running a finger up and down one of her breasts. Korra moaned and moaned with pleasure, and Mako loved to hear what he was inducing on his beloved Korra. Korra had had enough and she decided it was her turn to play. She caught him off guard and flipped him on his back, ending her pleasure he was causing. She smiled a playful smile and gripped Mako's pulsing member. He groaned in delight and felt Korra sliding her hand up and down the shaft. His pleasure was overwhelming and he was breathless. All he could do was groan, and only a few groans too.
Mako noticed that Korra was already dripping wet, and he was sure that Korra wanted him to touch her again in all the right places. By now Korra was gripping the head and tapping her index finger on the precum he was already ejaculating. Although it felt good, he knew Korra was trying to get back at him for going slow, so she went slow on him too. She knew he liked it rough and firm, but Korra was softly running her hand up and down his pulsing organ. Mako saw Korra's dripping wet slit, so while Korra was busy kissing up and down his neck, her warm breath sticking to him, he slid a finger inside of her. Korra moaned at the feeling, a beautiful sound that Mako was delighted to hear. He slid two more fingers within her moist folds and induced a loud moan from her. She bit her bottom lip, trying to resist the feeling.
Mako yet again flipped on her and turned her back under him, and put his tip into her opening.
"Mako!" His name slid off her lips at least a thousand times. Mako was still playful. He kept the tip of his member at the tip of her folds, torturing Korra. She tried to thrust her hips up to get him to go deeper, but Mako's strength overpowered her.
Soon, Mako and Korra were in rhythm. Their hearts beating furiously, sweat beading down both of their bodies, and when Mako hit that spot in Korra, he would thrust faster to her delight.
"Mako! Mako! Please, Mako!" His name became a repetitive term during their time, and Korra couldn't muster up the strength to say anything more besides moaning and, "Mako!" She dug her nails into his back, leaving moon shaped indents. Korra wrapped her legs around Mako's waist and thrust her hips up, trying to get him to go deeper. Mako stroked her clit, and sucked on a hard brown bud.
"Big bro! I'm home!" Bolin shouted. When Bolin walked through the door, the kitchen light was still on and the couch was empty, the torn up throw pillows scattered across the floor, just like they were when he had left Korra and Mako to, "canoodle."
Mako heard a faint shouting outside the bedroom door, and thought that it must be the janitors cleaning up the arena for the next show. But he was too focused on Korra and his rhythmic thrusts and kisses to pay any attention.
Bolin saw the door to his room closed, along with many of the other doors in the apartment, including Mako's. But he could see a dimly lit light coming from under the door.
"They're probably sitting in bed watching a mover or something." Bolin said to himself. He neared the closed door, putting his ear to the door crack to hear what mover they were watching. But Bolin didn't hear a mover. He heard something that just thinking about doing with someone made him sick feeling, even though he was an adult. Curiosity overwhelmed him, along with the fact that he wanted proof that they were doing more than canoodling.
He silently twisted the doorknob and peered into the crack, not knowing what to expect. But what he did see made his organ hard but want to faint at the same time. He silently but quickly shut the door and went to the couch in the living room, waiting for them to stop doing it.
"Mako, I'm about to—"
"Shhhh… I'll get you there." Mako cut off. He was about there too. A few more thrusts that hit Korra's spot, and a few more kisses from her would send them both over the edge. And those few thrusts did happen and those few more kisses did happen, and Mako came inside of Korra, and he felt her muscles contract around his member. Mako pulled out of Korra, and she rolled over, out from under Mako.
Mako falls down off his hands beside her and lays there, the two interlocking fingers. Korra patted her breasts for Mako to use as a natural pillow. And after everything they had just did and been through, he wouldn't pass it up. He shifted his head and lied it on her cushiony breast. It was better than any pillow that you could buy, and he planted kisses on her collarbone while laying there, sweat across his brow, and Korra still panting from the exhilaration.
Then, in all the silence, Mako hears something terrifying. The television— that they had gotten as a gift from one of their good friends—blaring away.
"Korra?" Mako alerts her.
"Yes, City Boy?" She replies.
"Get your bindings on. Now." He says in a stern but caring way.
"Yes sir, Mr. Police Boy." She carefully maneuvers her body so that her breasts simply slip out from under Mako's head and she pads over to her bindings on the floor.
"Don't worry about your pants or shirt." Mako said. He himself had now gotten out of bed and was slipping on his sleeping pants he stored in his dresser, not worrying about even his undershirt, since he was a guy.
"Way to ruin the sexy mood, lover boy." Korra said, almost in a pouty way.
"Korra, just trust me on this." He grabbed her hand and led her out of the room, and to the couch.
Bolin sat up straight away and his face flushed and turned pale. He looked like he couldn't swallow for a few seconds, and then croaked out a few words.
"How was it?" He said quietly.
Korra sat on the couch next to him, not acknowledging that he had never even seen her body in less than a shirt and pants, now he was seeing her in a bra and panties, to put it simply.
"Before you ask any questions Bolin," Korra said, "how much did you see?"
"Enough." Bolin said back.
"Okay, now ask the questions."
"Well, first… WHY?!"
This time Mako replied first.
"Because when you fall madly in love with someone you have the urge to well… do it."
"And well, we fell in love. And we had that urge. And now I'm feeling like I'm talking to a kindergartener about the spirits and the vines." Korra said.
"How many times have you… you know?" And all night long Bolin asked questions that both Mako and Korra blushed at when asked, and they gave answers. And in the end, Bolin lost his innocence. But eventually Bolin fell asleep mid-question and Korra and Mako went off to his room, shutting off all the lights. Korra took off her bindings once in bed, and Mako took off his pants. But they stayed tame. Mako resting his head on her breast and Korra sleeping on a pillow. But even as they slept, they knew the burning passion inside them for each other would stay alit.