Double Date with Korra, Bolin, Bran's Cock, and Korra's Pussy [pt. II]

Bolin held Korra’s hand as they walked toward the neighborhood where he and Mako rented their apartment. Bran stayed on her other side with one large hand inside the back of her trousers, his palm warm against her bare ass. The arrangement drew appreciative looks, especially when Bran’s open coat revealed the outline of his cock, but nobody stopped them.

Bolin pointed out the Lantern Stage near Central Square, a cramped playhouse where singers, comic actors, and traveling bending troupes performed after dark. The teahouse beside it charged a copper for a strength challenge: strike a stone plate hard enough to ring the bronze bell hanging above it. Bolin swore the owner wedged the clapper whenever he saw a real earthbender coming. Then he showed her the noodle cart where Mako had eaten fourteen peppers to win five yuan. Korra listened while his gloved thumb rubbed across her knuckles. She had nearly forgotten the sting of Mako’s rejection.

Outside a narrow tenement three streets from the arena, Bolin hesitated and looked between her and Bran. A laundress occupied the ground floor, with dark windows and frozen shirts swaying from lines beneath the awning. “Do you want to come upstairs? I have sweet buns and tea. Pabu learned a dance.”

Korra glanced back at Bran.

He shrugged. “Why you looking at me? Eyebrows asked you.”

She stepped close to Bolin and kissed him. He froze for one heartbeat, then returned it with more enthusiasm than skill. His hand settled carefully on her waist while Bran’s remained inside her trousers.

Korra drew back smiling. “I want to see the dance.”

The brothers’ top-floor apartment showed evidence of frantic cleaning. Loose clothes piled behind a folding screen and the floor had been swept around the furniture rather than beneath it.

Bolin and Pabu danced together while Korra laughed and clapped along. Bran ate every sweet bun while they were distracted.

They settled on Bolin’s mattress afterward. Korra sat between the two earthbenders with her jacket open and the underside of one breast resting against Bolin’s arm. The narrow blue band still covered her nipples, but it could do nothing to contain the fat brown curves bulging above and below it. Bran sprawled behind her, shirt discarded, his hand moving idly up the inside of her firm thigh.

Bolin looked at Korra’s mouth. She kissed him before he had to ask. He touched her breast with the careful uncertainty of someone handling a borrowed treasure, then squeezed more firmly when Korra pressed its warm weight into his palm. Even after all the titfucks she had given him, the sheer softness of her against his hand still seemed capable of astonishing him.

“You’ve held these before,” she said against his lips.

“That was teammate stuff.”

“This can be teammate stuff, too.”

The distinction did not discourage him. Bolin kissed her harder, rolling her nipple beneath his thumb. Korra liked his eagerness. She liked the familiar smell of him after a match and the way every pleased sound escaped before he could hide it.

Bran spread her legs with one hand. “You bring the yuan?”

Bolin broke the kiss and reached into his coat. “Eight yuan and forty-two copper.”

“Didn’t ask for an inventory. If you stick it in her pussy, you pay after.”

Korra looked over her shoulder. “He brought it. Quit hovering.”

Bran pushed two thick fingers into her. “Just making sure Eyebrows brought the toll.”

Bolin set the purse beside the mattress where all three of them could see it. Korra’s pussy clenched around Bran’s fingers while she opened Bolin’s coat and reached straight for the bulge in his trousers.

She knew the cock her hand closed around. Korra had cupped its hairy pouch, traced the ridge beneath its acorn-shaped head, and squeezed its average length between her tits through more training-day titfucks than either of them could count. She freed it without looking down, spread the bead of precum with her thumb, and gave the familiar shaft a slow pump.

“Still nervous?” she asked. “I could recognize this thing blindfolded.”

“Very.” Bolin swallowed while her fist moved along him. “Also happier than I’ve ever been.”

“You’ve never been shy about putting it between my tits.”

“You’ve never climbed onto it before.”

“Fair point.” Korra stroked him and smiled. “Come on, then.”

Bolin and Bran stripped completely between kisses. Korra kicked away her boots, trousers, and g-string, then lifted her arms while Bran hooked his fingers beneath the narrow blue band and peeled it over her head. Her breasts dropped free with a heavy bounce. Big, round, and brown, they hung proudly from her athletic chest, their dark nipples already stiff. The rest of her was just as gloriously solid: strong shoulders, a firm waist, powerful thighs, and a broad round ass built from years of fighting, bending, and hard training.

Entirely naked, Korra pushed Bolin onto his back and straddled his thighs. Bran knelt behind her and filled both hands with her breasts, lifting their weight as she rubbed her wet slit along Bolin’s shaft. His fingers sank deeply into the soft flesh while her round brown ass rolled against Bolin’s legs.

Bolin looked up at her. “You sure?”

“I want to fuck my friend after a good night out.” Korra set his head at her entrance. “That’s as sure as I need to be.”

She lowered herself. Bolin slipped inside without pain or resistance, stretching her gently as she took his six inches. Her ass settled against his thighs, and he stared up at her with his mouth open.

“Wow,” he said.

Korra rolled her hips once and watched his eyes widen further. “I know,” she said with a satisfied grin. “Now keep up.”

Korra began to ride him. Her thick thighs flexed around Bolin’s hips, and her big brown breasts swayed with each rise before dropping heavily when her ass settled against him. Bolin’s first thrusts met her too early, then chased her as she rose. She slowed and put both hands on his chest.

“You’re chasing me. Wait for my hips. When I come down, push.”

He followed her timing. Their bodies met with a soft slap, and pleasure gathered near the entrance of her pussy.

“Again,” Korra said.

This time Bolin rolled his hips at exactly the right moment. Korra’s breath caught in a low moan, and she felt some of the uncertainty leave him. His hand tightened around her hip while the other settled more confidently over the heavy curve of her breast.

“That’s good, Bo.”

Bolin looked up at her, searching her face for a heartbeat.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Korra rolled her hips slowly around him. “You’ve got it now.”

That was all he needed. He pushed up into her again as she came down, meeting her instead of chasing her, and Korra answered with another pleased sound.

“Mmh. Just like that.”

Bolin’s expression changed. The astonishment was still there, because this was Korra sitting naked on his cock and that was probably going to take him a while to get used to, but now there was pride mixed into it. He had found something she liked.

Korra leaned down and kissed him.

Her breasts spread heavily across his chest, soft brown flesh pressing around his face as she shifted higher. Bolin wrapped one arm around her strong back and buried his mouth against the upper curve of one tit before finding her lips again. They moved chest to chest, Korra controlling the pace while Bolin learned how to move with her, making the sex warmer and more personal than most of the friendly cocks she had taken around the city.

Bran sat at the foot of the mattress with his legs spread, stroking himself while he watched Korra ride. When Bolin’s free hand wandered uselessly across her hip, Bran snorted.

“Use your fingers,” Bran said.

Bolin opened his eyes. “Where?”

“Her clit. Put some pressure on it.”

Korra glanced back. “Are you coaching my teammate?”

“Somebody has to.”

Bolin reached between them. His first touch was too light. Korra caught his wrist, pressed his fingers where she wanted them, and showed him the small circles that worked. He learned quickly. Her pace grew rougher, and her pussy tightened around him.

“Korra, I’m close,” he gasped.

“Keep going. I’m almost there.”

Her orgasm caught them together. Korra threw her head back as her pussy squeezed Bolin in quick, hard pulses. He held on for several more strokes, then thrust deep and came with her name breaking from his throat.

The load was modest after practice and the match, but Korra felt every warm spurt. She rocked slowly until his cock stopped twitching, then rested on his chest while their breathing settled.

When she finally lifted, Bolin’s softening cock slipped free glazed in white. A thicker ribbon followed it from Korra’s pussy. She caught the strand across two fingers before it could fall onto the mattress and sucked them clean. Bolin gathered what remained from the underside of his shaft, tasted it from his thumb, then offered Korra the last pearly smear. She closed her lips around his fingertip and took it without hesitation.

Bran made a face. “You two done eating each other’s mess?”

“Waste is worse,” Korra said.

Bran tapped the purse with one thick finger. “Toll.”

Bolin eased Korra off his softening cock. He counted two yuan into his palm, sat up, and slid them slowly across the mattress. The performance was so deliberate that Korra remembered him describing this exact plan in the locker room before the match.

She let him wait. Then she picked up the coins one at a time and gave him the smile he had imagined.

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

Bolin laughed and kissed her. “Can I become a regular customer?”

“Of course you can!"

Bolin’s grin turned tender at the invitation. Korra had already reached back for Bran and missed it.

Bran caught her around the waist with one arm and dragged her backward as easily as pulling a blanket. He planted her on her hands and knees with Bolin’s cum shining between her lips. The position thrust Korra’s broad brown ass high into the air, its round cheeks framed by the hard feminine lines of her thighs. Her big breasts hung beneath her and swung freely over the mattress. Bran loomed behind her, knees planted wide, his enormous gut hanging over her lower back while hands broad enough to span her hips locked her in place.

Korra looked back over her shoulder, grinning, and pushing her round ass into his hands, "There you are. Show Bolin how you fuck your Avatar."

Bolin smiled, "Come on, I've seen him fuck you, Korra. A lot."

Bran just squeezes her hips and pushed into her before she could answer. Korra cried out as the broad head spread the lips Bolin had occupied and kept opening her. Her pussy recognized Bran at once, clamping and pulling while he forced inch after thick inch inside. The first plunge drove some of Bolin’s semen deeper ahead of the massive head.

Then Bran withdrew. His flared crown caught the cream around the walls of her pussy and scraped most of it back out with him. White streaks coated the underside of his shaft and spilled between Korra’s swollen lips. He thrust again, pushing part of the mess inward, but the next withdrawal dragged out even more. Each stroke worked like a piston and a scoop, carrying Bolin’s load down Bran’s thick shaft until it dripped from Korra’s pussy onto his swinging balls and the mattress beneath them.

Bran drove to the root. Korra’s arms shook. The manageable pleasure Bolin had given her vanished beneath pressure that filled her from entrance to womb. His great belly rolled heavily against the top of her ass while the massive muscles beneath his fat arms hauled her backward onto him.

“Spirits, Bran!”

He pulled her back by the hips and slammed in again. Each impact rippled through her ass and drove her across the mattress. More semen welled around the shaft on his retreat. Korra lost the rhythm she had taught Bolin. With Bran, she only held on.

Bolin caught one of the creamy drops from Korra’s inner thigh before it reached the bedding. He licked it from his fingers, then collected another and held it near her mouth. Korra turned her head, sucked his fingertips clean, and immediately cried out again as Bran buried himself.

“Quit serving snacks around my cock,” Bran grunted.

“Then stop scraping them out,” Korra gasped.

“Ain’t eating it either way.”

Bolin sat beside them with his spent cock resting against his thigh. He watched Bran’s huge shaft appear between Korra’s cheeks, slick with her juices, then disappear until only the thick base remained. The sight made him picture the head grinding against her deepest point. Korra’s expression showed him every inch of what she felt.

His cock stirred.

Bran thrust again. Korra cried out, and Bolin grew harder. The close slap of Bran’s balls against her, the wet drag of that giant shaft, and the raw fact of what so much cock could do to a woman he wanted pulled another erection from him far sooner than he usually could after cumming.

Bran noticed and grunted. “Huh. Kid’s ready again.”

Bolin’s face heated. “Watching what it does to her did.”

“Don’t care why it’s up.” Bran drove into Korra again. “Put it to work.”

Korra looked back and found Bolin staring at the place where Bran’s cock spread her open. She squeezed Bran deliberately. The huge shaft jumped inside her, a fresh cry broke from her throat, and Bolin’s erection twitched against his stomach. Korra grinned at the reaction.

Bran pulled out, rolled onto his back, and caught Korra around the waist before she could complain about being empty. “Ride.”

Korra swung one leg over him and dropped onto his cock. The broad head forced her open again, followed by the long, thick shaft until her round ass met his big hairy thighs. She planted her knees beside his hips and began riding hard, lifting until only the flared head remained inside her before slamming herself back down. Her naked breasts bounced in great soft arcs with every stroke, dark nipples tracing wild circles while the thick brown globes slapped together before Bran’s face.

Bran met her with short upward thrusts, turning each drop into a deep impact that made Korra cry out. His hands closed around her waist, controlling where she landed while she rolled her hips and chased the brutal pressure only his cock could give her.

“Up there, Eyebrows,” Bran ordered. “She’s got a mouth going spare.”

Bolin climbed awkwardly to his feet on the mattress beside Bran’s shoulder. The bedding sagged under him, forcing him to spread his bare feet and bend his knees for balance. He stood completely naked with his renewed erection jutting toward Korra in one hand and the other hovering uncertainly near her head.

“Like this?” he asked.

Korra laughed breathlessly. “You’re offering it like a bouquet.”

“Is that bad?”

“Flowers worked earlier.” She caught his shaft and pulled him closer.

Korra opened her mouth over Bolin’s cock without slowing her hips. She sucked the head, rolled her tongue beneath it, then took half his familiar length as she drove herself down on Bran. Her breasts heaved beneath Bolin’s balls, close enough that each hard bounce brushed their upper curves against his thighs. Bolin’s hand settled in her hair. His other arm stretched toward the wall to keep him upright while the mattress shifted beneath all three of them.

Every bounce moved two cocks through her. Bran’s huge shaft plunged into her pussy from below while Bolin’s slid across her tongue above. When Bran snapped his hips upward, the force jolted Korra’s mouth farther down Bolin, making her lips bump the fist she kept around his base. She moaned around him, and the vibration made his knees wobble.

“Careful,” Bolin gasped. “I almost fell on you.”

Bran grunted. “Plant your feet wider.”

Bolin obeyed. Korra looked up at his awkward concentration, sucked him to the back of her tongue, and deliberately bobbed her head while she ground her pussy around Bran. The combination quickly had Bolin panting again.

“Don’t empty him yet,” Bran said. “Need that cock for your other hole.”

Korra gave Bolin one last slow suck and let him slide from her lips. A wet string of saliva followed the head until she wiped it away with her thumb.

Bran slowed. His thumb traveled down the cleft of Korra’s ass and pressed against her tight rear hole.

“Bigger bull gets the pasture,” he said. “Eyebrows can take the chute.”

"Oh yea?"

She turned her head toward Bolin. Bran could assign the holes all he wanted; Korra wanted her friend’s answer. Bolin looked from Bran’s cock in her pussy to the thumb circling her ass. His erection jumped.

“Interested?” she asked.

“Very.”

Korra reached for the small blue bottle tucked in the pocket of her discarded trousers. She flicked the cap loose and drew out a ribbon of clear lubricant with two fingers. It curled through the air in a smooth stream due to her bending.

Bran pulled out. Korra whimpered at the loss, then bent the lubricant around two of his fingers. “Open me first.”

He pushed one slick finger into her ass. The tight ring resisted, then accepted the thick intrusion as Korra breathed against the mattress. Bran worked slowly for once. Korra bent more lubricant over his knuckles, guiding it along the skin while he added a second finger.

Bran spread them inside her. Pressure filled the rear passage while his wet cock lay heavy against her thigh. Once Korra’s body relaxed around his fingers, she drew another ribbon from the bottle and wound it around Bolin’s shaft from base to head.

“Now lie down.” she told him.

Bran withdrew his fingers and settled flat beneath her. Korra shifted astride his belly facing him, guided the huge head to her pussy, and sank until he filled her again. His hands closed around her breasts.

“Behind her, Eyebrows.”

Bolin knelt between Bran’s spread legs. Korra leaned forward over Bran’s chest and raised her ass. Bolin added more bent lubricant around her loosened hole, then placed his head against it.

“Slow,” Korra said.

He pressed carefully. Her sphincter resisted, flattening the head until a little more pressure opened her. Bolin slipped through with a wet pop.

Korra cried out and gripped Bran’s chest. Bolin stopped at once.

“Too much?”

“Give me a second.”

She breathed through the new stretch. Bran’s cock already crowded her pelvis, leaving less room for her ass to yield around Bolin. The two shafts pressed against each other through the thin wall inside her, one massive in her pussy and one average but tightly gripped in her rear.

When the strain settled, Korra pushed her hips back. “More.”

Bolin entered inch by careful inch. Every advance squeezed Bran harder against the front wall of her pussy. His hands trembled on her hips until his thighs touched her ass and both men were buried to their bases.

“Spirits,” Bolin whispered. “I can feel him through you.”

Bran shifted his hips beneath them. The thick shaft rolled against Bolin through the thin wall inside Korra, making Bolin suck in a breath. His cock kicked in her ass, and his fingers tightened around the full curve where Korra’s muscular thighs met her ass.

Korra lifted her head. Sweat shone across her brow, and her grin was wild. “You both feel incredible.”

Bran squeezed her breasts. “Ride, girlie.”

He lifted her hips and drew halfway out. Bolin held still while Korra’s ass slid down his shaft. Bran pulled her back onto his cock, and the motion dragged her rear passage toward Bolin’s head. Korra’s mouth fell open.

Bran found a steady rhythm. Each rise moved her pussy up his shaft while pushing Bolin deeper into her ass. Each descent buried Bran and drew Bolin partway back. Korra’s fat naked breasts bounced in Bran’s face, alternately lifting from her chest and dropping heavily enough for him to catch them in both hands.

“Move when I lift her,” Bran told him.

Bolin matched the pattern. Bran raised Korra, and Bolin pushed into her. Bran dragged her down, and Bolin withdrew. Korra rocked between the two earthbenders while her breasts bounced above Bran’s face.

The sounds filled the apartment. Bran’s cock moved through her soaked pussy with deep squelches. Bolin’s lubricated shaft made sharper, tighter noises in her ass.

Bran soon tired of taking turns. He planted his feet and thrust upward while Bolin was still moving. Their shafts pressed and slid through the wall inside Korra. She screamed as both holes stretched around them at once.

“Yes! Keep doing that!”

Bran grinned beneath her. “On your feet.”

Bolin blinked. “All of us?”

“Keep your cock in her and move.”

Bran hooked both thick arms beneath Korra’s thighs and sat up with her impaled on him. Korra threw her arms around his neck as he gathered his feet beneath his body. Behind her, Bolin scrambled from his knees to a crouch without letting his cock slip from her ass. Bran rose first. His massive thighs straightened, his gut lifted Korra with it, and he came to his feet without a grunt or tremor despite carrying her entire athletic body on his cock and forearms. Bolin followed with both hands clamped around her hips.

For one unsteady moment, the three of them swayed together. Then Bran planted his feet wide on the floor and settled Korra against his chest. One arm remained hooked beneath her thighs while the other wrapped around her lower back. Bolin stepped off the mattress behind her, pressed his chest to her back, and slid one forearm across her belly.

Korra hung suspended between the two earthbenders, a sweating brown package of big tits, round ass, and spread muscular thighs held entirely by their strength. Most of that strength was Bran’s. His forearms formed thick bars beneath her legs, and his enormous belly supported her lower body while his hairy chest took the weight of her breasts. Her heavy tits mashed against him, flattening into broad soft curves that spilled from either side of their bodies. Her smooth brown butt filled Bolin’s hands behind her. Bran’s cock filled her pussy from the front, Bolin’s remained buried in her ass from behind, and her feet dangled several inches above the floor.

“Spirits,” she breathed. “Don’t put me down.”

“Wasn’t planning to.” Bran looked past her shoulder. “Alright, Eyebrows. Keep her hips level and follow me.”

Bolin adjusted his feet until he stopped wobbling. “Ready.”

“Out together.”

Both men drew back. Bran’s thick shaft dragged toward the entrance of Korra’s pussy while Bolin retreated through the tight grip of her ass. Their arms kept her hovering between them with both heads still trapped inside.

“Now drive.”

They thrust at the same time.

Korra screamed. Bran’s cock slammed up and forward into her pussy as Bolin’s drove into her ass from behind. The two shafts crowded against each other through the thin wall inside her, stretching both holes at once and pinning a crushing fullness through the center of her body. Her breasts compressed between her and Bran, then rebounded with enough force to spill across his forearms when the men drew back.

“Again,” Bran ordered.

He set the rhythm with his hips and the powerful lift of his arms. Bolin followed. They pulled out together, then drove into her together, turning Korra into the meeting point of every thrust. Her breasts bounced and flattened against Bran with each impact. Her big round ass struck Bolin’s pelvis behind her, its brown cheeks rippling above the firm thighs he helped hold open, and the slap of three bodies filled the apartment.

Bolin began to rush. Bran tightened his hold on Korra and barked, “Quit chasing. Follow my hips.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Get it right.”

Bolin matched him again. The awkwardness disappeared as both earthbenders found the same hard tempo. Bran controlled Korra’s weight and the depth of every plunge, guiding her up and down their cocks with the effortless confidence of a man who knew exactly how much she could take. Bolin supplied the cock in her ass, kissed the back of her neck, and held her tight enough that she never slipped.

“Clit,” Bran reminded him.

Bolin reached around her belly. His fingers found the swollen nub above Bran’s buried shaft and began the tight circles Korra had taught him. Her suspended body jerked between them.

“Yes! Right there, Bo. Keep fucking me together!”

Bran drove into her pussy. Bolin struck her ass at the same instant. Their cocks pressed together inside her, and Bolin’s fingers kept circling through every impact. Korra came hanging in their arms, her pussy contracting around Bran in hard waves while her asshole squeezed Bolin until his rhythm broke.

The pressure pushed Bolin over the edge a second time. He buried himself and came into her ass, groaning against her shoulder as the smaller load pulsed out. His knees softened immediately.
Bran barked a laugh. “Two loads and you’re tapping out already? Hell, Eyebrows, Korra’s still warming up.”

He did not wait for Bolin to withdraw. One enormous arm cinched around Korra’s waist while the other scooped beneath her broad ass, and he hauled her forward against the heavy shelf of his gut. Bolin’s softening cock slipped from her asshole with a wet release. A thin white line followed it, streaking between Korra’s cheeks as Bolin staggered backward and dropped onto the mattress.

Bran barely shifted beneath her weight. He planted his boots wider, clamped both shovel-sized hands under her ass, and hoisted her until the swollen head of his cock nearly slipped from her pussy. Then he dragged her down the full length with brutal strength. Her round brown ass and thick thighs struck his body with a loud, violent slap. Korra shouted in delight and locked her arms around his neck as he did it again, lifting her athletic body as if she weighed nothing before wrenching her down onto every massive inch.

His cock pistoned through her pussy while her legs squeezed his thick waist and her heavy breasts slapped against his chest. Each hard drop buried him to the root, Bran using her whole body to fuck himself while Bolin watched from the mattress, spent and staring.

“Fill my pussy,” she gasped. “Give me the last load of the night.”

Bran widened his stance and fucked her harder. His rhythm turned rough and uneven. The huge balls Korra had displayed to Nari drew tight against his body as he drove himself to the root and roared.

Heat struck deep inside Korra. The load came in several strong pulses, less than the bounty he had poured over dinner yet still enough to spill around his shaft. Her pussy seized the familiar cock and milked it while she shuddered in his arms.

Only then did Bran lower her onto the mattress. His softening cock slipped free, releasing a heavy gush from her stretched pussy across the lower slope of his belly and hairy sac. Bolin’s cum continued leaking from her ass beside it.

Korra immediately swept two fingers through the warm pool on Bran’s gut and sucked them clean. Bolin caught the line escaping her ass in his palm before it reached the blanket, licked it up, then used his other hand to gather the thicker mixture running between her thighs. Korra opened her mouth for that too. He fed it to her from his fingertips while she scraped another creamy streak from Bran’s sac.

Bran watched them salvage every drop with the same expression he had worn at the restaurant.

Bolin stared at the two used holes. “That might be the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

Bran reached for the blanket. “Did better than I expected.”

Korra smacked his belly. “He did fine.”

“That’s what I said. Kid takes directions.”

Bolin found a towel only after they had licked up everything worth saving. He cleaned Korra before tending to himself, gentle around her swollen pussy and tender rear. When another creamy bead emerged, Korra caught it with her thumb and swallowed it before letting him finish. He brought her water, asked if she was sore, and arranged a pillow beneath her head.

Korra watched him with drowsy affection. This was Bolin all over: wild enough to rattle the walls one minute, then gentle enough to worry over every tender spot he had helped make the next.

“Tonight was great,” she said.

He settled beside her and slipped an arm around her waist. “Best date of my life.”

Korra grinned. “Best post-match celebration of mine.”

“We should do this again after our next win.” Korra bumped her shoulder against his. Bran lay on her other side with one heavy hand across her ass. Bolin kissed Korra’s forehead, and she closed her eyes between them, happy, sore, and pleased that celebrating with a teammate could be this much fun.

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Mako returned after sunrise.

He had spent the night with Asami and expected to find Bolin asleep across the mattress in his date clothes. Instead Bran lay naked on his back, snoring beneath the window. Korra sprawled across his belly with one leg over his thigh, while Bolin curled against her back with his face in her hair and an arm around her waist.

The apartment smelled of sweat, lubricant, and sex. Bran’s massive soft cock rested across one hairy thigh. Mako’s gaze caught on it, and unwanted heat ran into his groin as the sight forced an image of that shaft inside Korra. Bolin’s position supplied the rest of what had happened.

Pabu sat beside the open purse, arranging copper pieces by size.

Mako shut the door hard enough to wake Korra. She looked at him over Bran’s belly, saw the anger on his face, and pulled the blanket over herself without any shame.

At afternoon practice, Bolin remained unbearably happy. He brought Korra breakfast, carried her equipment, and told three different people that dinner had changed his life. Korra assumed he meant the challenge bowls and the night upstairs in equal measure. She kissed his cheek when he handed her water and said they could have another friendly round after training if he had enough yuan left.

Every promise made him glow brighter. Mako watched from across the ring with a darker expression each time.

Bran had left after eating Bolin’s breakfast, claiming Madame Kavita needed him for famine business. The bench looked strangely empty without his bulk. Korra still felt him in the soreness between her legs and in the occasional warm leak that her practice trousers caught.

“Bolin,” Mako called. “Coach wants you downstairs to check the earth discs.”

Bolin frowned. “Since when?”

“Since now.”

He shrugged and jogged toward the stairs. Mako waited until the door closed behind him, then crossed the ring while Korra wrapped her wrists.

“We need to talk.”

Korra pulled the cloth tighter. “You had your chance after the match.”

“What were you thinking, going home with Bolin?”

Her hands stopped. “We got noodles after a match.”

“You asked me to be with you, then went home with my brother.”

“You rejected me.”

“I was confused.”

“You told me you didn’t feel the same way.” Korra stepped closer. “How was I supposed to hear anything except no?”

He glanced toward the stairwell. “This is about Bolin. You had one date, slept with him, and now he thinks you chose him.”

“He knew Bran was there. He paid me. I thought we were celebrating.”

“You understood it that way. Bolin thinks the flowers and the... well, the rest, meant something more.”

Guilt moved through Korra. She remembered Bolin calling it the best date of his life, and how carefully he had cleaned her afterward.

“He never said that. He asked me to eat noodles.”

“Bolin looks at you like you hung the moon.”

“Bolin looks at dumplings like that!” The answer came too quickly. Korra looked toward the stairwell, fitting the flowers, the apartment, and his soft kiss against her forehead into a shape she had never thought to see. “Spirits. I thought that was just Bolin being Bolin.”

“Figure it out before you hurt him.”

Korra’s guilt became anger because anger was easier to carry. “Why do you care what I do with Bolin? You made your choice. You spent last night with Asami.”

“He’s my brother.”

“That isn’t all.” She closed the remaining distance. “You watched me all morning. You got angry when I agreed to dinner, and you’re angry now because I slept with him. You like me.”

Mako looked away, which answered her.

“I’m with Asami,” he said.

“That isn’t an answer.”

His eyes returned to hers.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” Korra said.

He could not.

Korra seized his collar and kissed him. Mako went rigid beneath her hands. For one heartbeat she expected him to push her away. Then his arms closed around her waist and he kissed her back.

All the restraint he wore around her broke at once. His mouth opened, his fingers dug into her back, and his cock hardened against her stomach. Korra’s heart leapt harder than it had during any moment with Bolin. She hated the proof and wanted more of it.

A stone disc struck the floor behind them.

They pulled apart. Bolin stood at the top of the stairs with a crate tilted against his chest. His face had gone still as he looked from Mako’s hands on Korra’s waist to her fingers twisted in his brother’s collar.

The crate slipped. Discs hit the floor one after another and rolled across the gym.

“Bo,” Korra said.

He backed toward the stairs.

“Bolin, wait.”

He turned and ran. Korra took one step after him, but Mako’s hand still rested at her waist, and that single hesitation cost her the chance to catch him.

The outer doors opened below. Bran entered just as Bolin rushed past him into the snowy street. Bran watched the younger earthbender go, then climbed the stairs.

His gaze moved from the scattered discs to Mako, then settled on Korra.

“What did you two do to Eyebrows?”