Sometimes, Bolin did stupid things, and right now was one of those times.
"Good grief, Bo-what IS that? You stink!" yelled Mako as he tried not to gag from the stench.
"It's cologne, Mako. I got it from a street vendor!" Bolin pulled a bottle from his pocket and placed it on the dresser.
Waving his scarf, Mako made his way to the window of their bedroom and opened it. "Jeez, what is it called? Eau de Satomobile exhaust?"
"No, the guy said it's called Noir. And it's guaranteed to win over the ladies," retorted an offended Bolin. "I sprayed some on and you wouldn't believe how many girls gave me their numbers!"
"Maybe they wanted to offer you a place to shower. There is no way that stuff actually works; it smells too bad."
Bolin was affronted. "The vendor guy said that it smells really good to girls. Something about brains and then said it smells different to guys. I didn't believe him either until I tried it. It works, I'm telling you!"
And then Mako couldn't hold it in any longer. He started belly laughing.
"Well, you can laugh all you want, but I have a date tonight. And you don't. So there." And Bolin left the apartment to go meet his date.
Mako shook his head at his gullible little brother, hoping that the girl could overlook how that supposed cologne smelled. He lay down on his bed and grabbed a magazine from the stack on the dresser, not realizing that Bolin had placed the bottle of Noir on the top of the stack. It wobbled and fell on Mako's unsuspecting head, where the top promptly fell off, dumping the foul smelling liquid all over him.
Pabu let out a squeal as the nasty cologne spilled on him as well. "Aw, this is just great. Now everything in here smells like this stuff," he growled in disgust, "Even you, Pabu." He picked up the fire ferret by the scruff of his neck and carried him to the door of the apartment.
"You can wait out here until I can give you a bath," Mako told Pabu, who chirped and hid beneath the table.
Mako made his way to the sink and stuck his head under the faucet to try and rinse out most of the stench. Just as he got his head underneath the door burst open.
"Bolin, I swear, you put that Noir stuff there on purpose and I'm going to-"
"Going to what, cool guy?"
It was Korra.
He tried to stand up and smacked his head into the faucet. Rubbing his head and cursing out the girl for her untimely arrival and making him jump, Mako turned to face her. "I wasn't expecting you," he said lamely.
"I figured not. I just kinda let myself in. Where'd Bolin get off to and why was your head in the sink?" Korra asked. "And…what's that smell?"
"Bo bought this Noir cologne and I knocked it down, and it spilled all over me," Mako confessed, "And now everything stinks."
"It doesn't stink. In fact, it smells pretty good. A bit strong because you spilled it, yeah, but it's really good. And I heard about that. It's supposed to make men more attractive to women"
Mako wasn't sure if he had heard her right. "Good? This stuff smells…good?"
"Yeah, it's sweet, but spicy, kinda dark and alluring, all at the same time," she explained to him.
"And you…like it?" he asked. He was shocked
"Yeah, I do. I said it's alluring. And it smells really, really, good on you." And she moved closer to him. "It's kind of, well, sexy. And so are you."
Was she…sashaying? Mako couldn't believe it.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Korra was very close now. Something had come over her, and Mako liked it. She was giving him a look he had only dreamed of. He swallowed his nerves as Korra close her eyes and leaned into his ear. "Very sexy," she purred.
It was too much for Mako. He pulled his head back and to her surprise and his, kissed her. Korra was all too happy to oblige and kissed him back, begging for him to open his mouth and let her in, which Mako did. Feeling her tongue fighting his made him crazy. He was lost in blissful oblivion.
The pair couldn't stop at just kissing. Korra pulled back, biting on Mako's lower lip as she did. He started to kiss down her neck, nipping and sucking the whole way. He wanted to leave his mark on her so everyone would know she was his. She let out a soft moan. Mako worked his way down to her collarbone. He loved the sounds she was making, the taste of her, the smoothness of her skin, everything.
Korra stopped him before he could kiss her any farther. Stepping back for a second, she pulled her shirt over her head; leaving her in her chest bindings and exposing more skin to her paramour's delight. Mako followed suit, removing his scarf, jacket and undershirt. He smiled at her-a genuine smile. He couldn't let the space between them remain, so he gathered her back into his arms to kiss her more.
His hands now roamed down to her chest bindings to find the knot that secured them in place. Korra's fingers were already at his belt, fighting against the buckle that prevented her from achieving her goal. He felt her growl of frustration and smiled as he kissed her.
"Here," he said as he backed away, "You get your knot and I'll get my buckle."
Korra laughed a little at his suggestion but took it anyways; anything to get them out of their clothes faster. Soon her breasts, her perfect breasts, were free for Mako to see, touch, taste. He couldn't resist. He knelt and kissed both, then proceeded to take one in his mouth while the other was subject to the gentle caresses of his hand.
These were new sensations to the young avatar, and she couldn't hold back the moan growing in her throat. Mako's mouth and hands were so sure in their movements and Korra melted underneath his touch. She felt like her knees would give out. Sensing this, Mako picked her up and carried her towards his bedroom.
Once there he placed her gently on the bed. He was now leaning over Korra. She smiled at him, a look made sexier by the dim light in the darkened room. Mako kissed her again and felt her arch up into him. He worked his way back down to her breasts before he started kissing her further. His lips touched her stomach, kissing it gently, before he reached her pants. In one swift motion he removed them, leaving her in her lower bindings.
Korra stopped him to untie the knot on her bindings, and then proceeded to work on getting his pants off. Both were now in just their underwear. Mako worked his way through the bindings until all of Korra was naked. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He kissed her abdomen and made his way towards her soft mound only to find her wet already. He smirked up at her.
"Well, guess there's not much for me to do here," he teased her.
"No, no there is plenty for you to do."
And with that, he went down on her, making her moan in pleasure. She begged him for more, more, more. His tongue swirled on her sex while he inserted two fingers into her moist center. Korra's back arched off the bed. She felt like she was on fire. A few more strokes of his sure fingers and a quick nip ensured her climax, and Korra screamed out in ecstasy.
Watching her come like that make Mako want her more. His erection was already threatening to burst forth from his boxers. Reaching down, he yanked them off. Korra got to see how much he wanted her and just how big he was. A slight apprehension started to fill her, but before she could do or say anything, Mako covered her mouth with his and pushed her back onto the bed. He opened her legs with one hand and placed himself at her entrance. He hovered over her for a minute, gazing at her face.
"I want you, Korra," he said, voice thick with lust.
"I know."
He kissed her again and pushed his way into her. He felt her body react, felt the tightness around him, and heard her cry out. Mako stopped for a second to let her adjust. He kissed her face and finally, when he felt Korra make an experimental hip roll, began thrusting gently into her.
If his mouth had made her feel good, it was nothing compared to this. Korra practically squealed out her pleasure as she felt his manhood sliding in and out of her. She began to match his movements, making the thrusts faster.
Mako growled as he felt her grow wetter. He pushed faster, feeling his own climax coming. Korra was growing tighter around him. "Mako, I'm almost there," she mewled.
"Me too, Korra," he grunted in reply. He thrust faster and faster, the buildup growing inside him. He yelled out her name as he came, hearing and feeling her coming too.
Panting, he rolled off of her. Korra pressed her head into Mako's chest, listening to his heartbeat slow back down.
"Do you know what's funny?" she asked.
"No, what?"
"I could smell the Noir on you the whole time. And it just made me want you more and more." She smiled. "You should wear it more often.
Mako could only laugh at this.
Sometimes, Bolin did stupid things. This cologne wasn't the stupidest.
