Sober
"You wanted me sober, I'm sober Mako." She breathed.
He looked longingly into her eyes as a part of himself was hesitant to break down a wall he's had up for so long. He was still angry with her and himself; still needing to release so much frustration and he realized in that very moment that Korra wanted that too. A fulfillment that ran deeper than their words ever could. To just, even for a moment say, "to hell with it all" and indulge in that inner desire they both still had. To be together, but for now without the formalities and labels, without the drama and conflicts.
Her gaze was focused yet wild, waiting for him to give her permission to continue bringing them both unadulterated release.
That sounded absolutely amazing to him right now.
Mako captured her lips wanting to reignite the flame that burned just underneath his skin. The heat that began to build the moment their lips touched and he finally held her again. Korra was warm and a bit rough under his palms, always an athletic girl unafraid to get a few cuts and bruises. He loved how tough she was, that meant he could be rough with her.
His fingers skimmed a few scars across her arms before curving around her waist and pulling her in close. His tongue slid easily along her bottom lip as their mouths mingled, finding their pace, matching a familiar rhythm. His fingers curved deeply into her back and pressed her hard against him.
Korra arched her back grazing her clothed nipples against his chest. They both shuttered at the feeling and silently craved more of it. More of the jitters, the goosebumps, the quickened beating of their hearts, and tenderness of skin.
Korra groaned into his mouth as she shoved him against the wall, uncaring if any portraits fell in the process. It had been years since she had Mako like this and her patience was running thin. Her heart was beating so fast. The adrenaline spiking each agonizing second that ticked on. Her body was hot and begging to be touched, to be groped and slapped, hopefully bitten. Her teeth tore at his bottom lip desperately and pulled on his lip, sucking it in her mouth.
Mako complied and opened his mouth wider for her tongue to freely invade. He released her waist and ran his fingers through the back of her hair. He grabbed a handful of her short locks and tugged on them. In their younger years Korra's long hair was easy to pull, naturally. Now that it was shorter it felt like a more dominate action, like he had a better grip to tug her around.
She moaned again and clawed her hands down his chest, forming her palms to the dense shape of his muscles. Mako shuttered at the sound of her voice, just as lustful and needy as he remembered.
The blood began to rush to the junction between his legs causing the towel around his waist to suddenly feel too restricting. There was no need for romance or foreplay here, they needed relief and they needed it now. Sliding down the hallway, they haphazardly tried to find the door leading to her office. Mako flipped Korra around and pushed her back against the wall, taking his turn to lavish her. Their teeth clanked and lips smacked together as they roughly fought for dominance. His bare chest pressed against her body felt so hard and hot, Korra wanted more of it, all of him.
She reached behind her back for the handle and swung the door open, stumbling backward into the room. Mako grabbed her hips and picked her up, striding towards the bed and plopping her down with furious determination. He grabbed at the waist band of her sweats and ripped them down her legs in one fluid movement. He paused, a bit surprised when he saw she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Korra blushed, "Hey I woke up this morning thinking I was home alone okay." She sat up and pulled him down by the back of his neck wanting to keep their lips from ever separating. It felt so good to kiss him again, Mako's bottom lip so deliciously plump. This felt like years of pent up frustration suddenly being released and replaced with lustful fulfillment, which was not a bad alternative.
His fingers curled under the elastic band of her sports bra and pulled it over her head. Her heavy breasts bounced against her chest as the elastic snapped up her torso. He tossed the garment over his shoulder where her pants now lay. Mako only had a moment to take in how supple and round her chest was before Korra grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him again.
He blindly grabbed her and rolled her breasts in his hands, squeezing her plump flesh. Korra moaned as he pinched her nipples and he smiled against her lips realizing her preferences didn't seem to have changed very much. He pinched her stiff brown peaks and tugged on them harder exciting a deeper groan.
"Ah!..Fuck.." She hissed, shivering under his palms. Mako forgot how vocal Korra was, that was one thing he actually never thought he missed until now. Her hands caressed down his chest and pulled the towel from around his waist. He was already so hard and warm to the touch as Korra wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
"Ahha," Mako moaned, his body shivering under her grasp. His knees buckled under his weight as her hand stroked him back and forth. Even after so many years she hadn't lost her touch and knew just how to please him. Her rough hands gripped the base of his cock and pumped forward. She rimmed his tip before stroking back down to his small tuff of hair at the base of his erection. He hissed between his teeth at the feeling of her index finger circling the tip, gently stimulating the slit, making him drip.
Mako leaned forward, laying her down on her back as he climbed on the bed. After a few more strokes he pushed her hand away and parted her thighs. Korra watched Mako's face as he stared at her, seeming partly in shock of the moment, but she didn't want to slow down now. She took his hand and guided it between her legs. Mako looked up at her earnestly as if accepting her invitation.
He rubbed his thumb against her clit, massaging the sensitive bud in quick circles. Korra cooed. Her head fell back against plush pillows as her hips pushed against his hand desperately. A hiss escaped through her teeth as he worked her up, preparing her for him. After a few more seconds of letting his fingers explore he began to move down her body. Mako laid his lips against her neck first before venturing to her chest, then stomach. He stopped there to lift her legs over his shoulders. He bent forward and kissed her mound before running the entire length of his tongue across her outer lips and clit.
Korra gasped, her thighs clamping together on either sides of his head instinctively. She looked down between her legs, gaping at the buzzing sensation coursing through her limbs. Mako continued to lick and nip at her sex, parting her lips with each forceful stroke. There was this unbearable heat that seemed to grow the more he played with her. His textured tongue draggws against her skin, feathering her nerves. Korra was so tender and wet, but he needed her that way, slick and ready for him.
"Ahh! mm!" Korra moaned, grabbing the back of Mako's hair and pulling on it. He sucked her sensitive pearl in his mouth and began brushing his tongue back and forth against her clit. He groaned against her skin as he paused to lick between her lips and lap up her juices. His hands gripped the base of her thighs and parted them slightly, giving him more room to open her up wider and stimulate her entrance. His tongue, pointed at the tip, lathered her slit with up and downward strokes barely adding pressure to dip inside, just enough for her hips to buck in desperate attempt for more.
Korra shuttered uncontrollably, her hips twitching and writhing against his sinful kisses. Getting lost in the way she tasted and the forceful pleas spilling from her mouth Mako wanted more, his urge to please growing along with his own considerable length. He positioned his hand just underneath his chin and slid a single digit inside her.
"Fuck!" She cried, her legs shaking and hips continuing to thrush against his face. He began to penetrate his finger back and forth in sync with his mouth still licking and tasting her flesh slightly above. Feeling the warm, textured surface of her sex he instantly wanted that feeling enveloping his cock. The more he thought of the moment he would pierce her flesh, the more his blooming ache increased.
"Mako!" Korra gasped again, his index finger pressed against such sensitive nerves she was beginning to loose her words. She arched her back and cried out again, "P-Please...use me."
That's not what she meant to say, but those were the words she managed to spit out. Mako always liked to postpone this moment, for him he liked the feeling of being hard enough it ached. The build up and pressure before the want grew so overwhelming you had to relinquish all of it in one fell swoop. He liked the pleasure of being denied what he wanted, but right now she wanted to be his only source of pleasure.
"Mako!" She whined. "P-Please"
He heard her crying out for him and for a split second he didn't believe it was real. It was only something he dared not to dream about, and whenever he did he woke up disappointed and sexually frustrated. He dreamed of having Korra beneath him again, perhaps even other domestic things, but he always pushed those thoughts aside. The one sure fire thing that let him know he wasn't dreaming was the billowing ache between his legs.
His skin was red and flesh hard, the tip of his member dripping down the shaft. He couldn't stall any longer. He needed her now, just as she needed him.
Mako pulled away, wiping his mouth as he climbed over her once more. He positioned himself between her legs, his arms flanking the sides of her head.
"Wait," Korra commented, placing her hand on his chest as he lowered himself closer to her.
Mako looked at her questionably, "Oh" he sighed, noticing her subtle glances as his bare member. He reached over to the nightstand by the bed and picked up his wallet. He flipped it open and pulled out a condom.
Korra gently laughed, knowing damn well prissy Officer Mako wasn't out getting laid. "How long has that been melting in your wallet?"
Mako ripped open the wrapper, "Actually I change them out every few months."
Korra smirked as she felt him draw closer to her, her eyes closed as she rested against the bed cushion. Huh, so Mako did have flings here and there, maybe she misjudged him too critically.
"Yeah but I bet when you were with them you were thinking about m-" Korra gasped as she felt him brush the tip of his cock against her entrance. She looked down between her legs and watched as he held the base of his erection and continued to press between her lips.
"Ah! Haa!" She started to rock her hips against him, her hands gripping the sheets anxiously. Her legs trembled whenever his bulbous tip rubbed against her clit, parting her lips and adding just a small amount of pressure little by little.
Her brows furrowed, "Mako..please just.."
He pitched forward, driving his cock deep inside her, resulting in them moaning in unison. Korra belted, arching her back as her voice echoed off the walls. "Ahh!" She sucked in a harsh breath and moaned again, this time her voice drawing out the sound as if relieving some deeply found satisfaction. She settled back into the cushion, her hips adjusting to the angle of his downward thrusts. Her eyes were shut and teeth slightly clenched as she breathed deeply. Her almond colored skin blushing a peachy red.
Mako looked down at her slightly amused as he continued to thrust, "Been a long time?" He asked.
Korra panted for a moment, catching her breath as she opened her eyes again. "Not entirely," She moaned again as his pace quicken, still only gliding inside to about half his length.
Her last sexual partner obviously didn't have a penis, although they did play with toys. Admittedly, it felt very different than the real thing, not having such a dominant part being penetration. This was not necessarily better, but very different and Korra needed the change in sensations.
"But then again, you're not a toy," She added, earning a curious look from Mako.
Even if he didn't quite understand, Korra knew the difference. Mako was so thick and warm, his hardened length stretched out her inner walls but not in an uncomfortable way like silicone that jabs but more forms to the body naturally. He definitely filled her out much more now then when they were teens. Korra instinctively spread her legs thinking that would ease the feeling of how well he filled her out.
Mako picked up his pace, snapping his hips back and forth as he drove himself deeper with each thrust. Korra felt different to him as well, but in the most perfect way possible. As cliche as that sounded to him they were like a puzzle she mentioned before, two pieces that were designed to go together, in may different ways.
"Mako" Korra moaned, she reached up and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He looked down to see her gazing up at him, her eyes lidded and almost jaded, like she was slightly overwhelmed. She didn't move much, almost as if she was afraid to, still needing to adjust. She threaded her hands into his hair and brought him down to her lips again.
Mako was surprised by how hot Korra's skin was, beads of sweat already forming on her brow. "Mmm" She cooed against his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders. He kept his pace, feeling her out and waiting for her to adjust to the feeling of him. After a few moments longer Korra open her eyes and exhaled deeply, her eyes sharp and piercing. Her hands traveled up Mako's shoulders and into his hair. Her fingers threaded through the strands.
"Faster..." She breathed.
Mako eagerly complied, griping one hand on her leg and forcing it down against the bed as he began to thrust faster. His strides were long and drawn out, pulling out to the tip before driving back inside. Her slick walls coated his length, making it easier to penetrate. Korra moaned loudly, her hands clawed and tugged on his hair brutally. She couldn't quite pin point what was so different about him another than just how he felt. The way he caressed her was different, paying such close attention to her and what she needed. The motion of his hips was wild and yet intentional. She couldn't decide if he knew her well enough to please or he simply gained more experience since they separated.
Mako thrusted and hit a sensitive spot within her that made her nerves pop and body shiver.
"Fuck!" She cried, "yes!" Korra wrapped her arms around his chest, using his back as a new place for her nails to scar. He released her leg and grabbed the sheets above her head, using it as leverage. Mako could feel the rapid pace of her heart beating in sync with his as she hugged him close.
Her head fell back against the pillows as she moaned and gasped as if she couldn't catch her breath. The evening light was hitting her face in an ironically angelic way.
Seemingly in a daze, Mako's eyes never left Korra's face as his hips joined their bodies together. He watched her beneath him bouncing and writhing against the sheets and as she clutched to him for dear life he felt so overwhelmed. He let out a moan as Korra began to move her hips as well, adding to the momentum and friction. Mako blinked, tilting his head up toward the ceiling as his jaw went slack. "Ah-haa" This felt so good..no this felt amazing.
The slight motion of her hips added a completely different sensation that set his nerves on fire. He felt like all of this was just a dream or a distant memory. Like the times where they would wake up late on a Sunday afternoon, free from work and other obligations. He'd feel Korra roll over and slide her hand around his chest and hug him close. He'd feel her soft lips on his neck as she kissed him awake.
Then he'd roll over and kiss her, his hand caressing her hip before slipping under her shirt. Soon after, they'd be discarding their pajama's and enjoying a morning of lazy but passionate sex. Then he'd look down, just as he was now, and see that look on her face. That look of inordinate bliss, that mixture of surrender and hunger. Being overwhelmed but not too the point of wanting to stop. Allowing him to take her to another state of mind even if only for the moment she mutters how close she was to reaching a blissful climax.
Her blue eyes focused on nothing but him and the sensation of their forms dancing together. Mako moaned loudly as that memory slipped from his mind and Korra was still there, this was real.
Almost as if they were truly synced in both body and mind Korra reached up and cupped his cheek. Her fingers lightly tugged his skin as their bodies jerked about. "I'm here Mako, I'm right here" She breathed.
"ooh..Korra" Mako moaned. He turned his head to kiss her palm.
Those few words jolted his body into overdrive and all the blood seemed to rush towards his lower body, making him feel slightly lightheaded. He was close, so close to finishing but he needed to get her there too. He sat up and parted her legs wider. He took her right leg and lifted it up so that her bandaged ankle rested on his shoulder.
He then brought his hand down to her clit and began rubbing in fast circles, keeping in time with his thrusts.
"Oh fuck!" Korra screamed. Her hands reached up and tore in to the pillow under her head as if to keep her anchored to something tangible.
Her toes curled and back arched, "ughh...Just like that!"
Her brows furrowed and teeth clenched as she sucked in a harsh breath. He was familiar enough with that face to know she was reaching her end.
"Come on," Mako panted, "Come on Korra," He continued to finger her clit watching as she shivered and writhed beneath him. He felt his seed begin to build at the base of his cock and tried to hold it back as long as he could.
"Korra.." He sighed a breathy moan, his body aching for release but more so to make her find hers. "Come on..."
Korra gasped, her hand reaching to grip his thigh, "Mako! I'm gonna cum!"
"yes! ah!..cum for me" He fell forward on all fours, trapping Korra's leg between both of their chests. Her knee bent over his shoulder provided them a new angle that pushed Korra into a blissful decent.
"fuck!" Korra screamed as she felt her muscles contract around his shaft. The coil wound tight in her abdomen unwinded with each jagged thrust. "I-I'm coming Mako! I'm-" Her voiced fizzled out into a groan as her mind when blank.
Mako buried his face into the crook of Korra's neck as he finally crashed along side her. "Korra", His seed spilled from him seemingly draining his energy along with it. He rode out his orgasm, knowing Korra liked when he kept thrusting during hers and enjoyed the sensation of her walls tightening and releasing around.
He waited until he felt her relax to stop thrusting. His thighs and lower back grateful for the rest, although he had a great more endurance then when they were in college.
They both panted together, out of breath and covered in sweat. Which was unfortunate considering they both showered around an hour ago. Mako rested his head on Korra's shoulder as she lightly rubbed the back of his head, probably a little sympathetic she was pulling on his hair so hard.
Collecting themselves and the remnant of energy they had left, Mako rolled over and fell against the bed beside her. Korra straightened out her bent leg and felt a slight pop as it rested against the cushion.
They both gazed up at the ceiling still breathing heavy but for the most part back to reality. There was an air of disbelief that threaded an unnerving tension between them. Korra got the feeling he thought the same she.
Did that really happen? Did their heated argument just turn into angry sex? Did they even come to a resolution?
Partly, Korra did feel resolved, and she needed to let him to know that. After a few more minutes of silence she spoke up.
"I'm sorry Mako, that I ever made you feel that way." She looked over at him earnestly, "That our relationship wasn't meaningful ...that I could just...move on so easily. If it was anyone other than Asami, I don't think I would have."
Mako nodded, "I understand"
It felt good to get that off of his chest, to finally let her know how he felt in that regard. Were they completely in the clear? Absolutely not, but for now Mako decided to be in the moment.
Korra moved a bit closer to him, her eyes gazing at his lips subtly before looking deep into his eyes. "I mean it" She whispered. "It wasn't that simple for me." Korra's eyes were glistening as she looked at him earnestly. He knew she was being sincere, and he appreciated that.
"I know you do." Mako leaned forward, his eyes set on her lips as well.
Their noses brushed together and before they could move toward a kiss the 'DING' from her dryer sounded, signaling his clothes were finished. They quickly pulled away from each other, feeling strangely awkward. As if that small interaction was somehow more intimate than the sex they just had.
Mako quickly sat up and after a brief pause to pull off the latex dangling between his legs, he hoped out of the bed. "I should uh... I should go." He discarded the condom, grabbed his things and headed towards the door.
"I'll um, I'll see you around."
What does she say now? "See you later?...Let's hang out again?" She pondered if asking him to stay was too forward. Usually the person you fuck doesn't just up and leave but in this situation it might be more awkward if he stayed.
Her lips trembled as those words couldn't find their way out her mouth. Maybe it was best to just let this be?
"Yeah, okay, See you around." Korra finally spoke.
She clutched the blanket to her chest and listened to his foot steps as he passed by her office and left out the front door. From outside she heard the start of his car engine and soon he was gone again. For some reason she suddenly felt empty, like their moment together was far too fleeting. Korra pondered if that was such a good idea in the first place.
"urgh!" She groaned, falling back against her pillows in frustration. She couldn't even blame being drunk this time.