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[ Hei is very nearly unbalanced when she tries to flip him. But in this position, his weight is secure, knees bracketing her on each side. His palms settle on her wrists; he watches her dark-nippled breasts bloom full, then flatten as he stretches her arms over her head, a thrill of defiance mingling with the want. He dips his head, his mouth moving in paradoxes of pressure against her, hard-soft, brutal-playful. With his weight full on Korra, their chests pressed together, skin damp with the fine-sheened beginnings of sweat and the mushy thuds of their heartbeats resonating against skin, he indulges her thirst for competition a bit. Teases, more like; like a cat teases a small child that just wants to touch its tail. He allows her to get close for more kisses, lips parted, tongue darting to taste her mouth, then moves just out of reach, repeating this play each time she tries to take control. ]

[ It continues in this vein, until he slips one of her wrists loose, his hand dropping down to her panties. He grabs a fistful of the material at her hip, and says, ] I'll buy you new ones, [ right before he tears them free with a stinging snap, like rending paper, each thread of lace making a tiny popping sound as it parts, nearly pulling out two or three pubic hairs with it. ]

[Normally having her hands pinned up like that fills Korra with a queasy nervousness, and she can't break out of his grip fast enough. But tonight the fear is a thrill, shooting through her body and tangling itself with desire until she can't tell the two apart. She struggles to break free, except he doesn't give way, not this time. She is well and truly trapped (without pulling some dirty tricks, at least), and somehow that just stokes the heat between her legs. She growls as he teases her lips, frustration building up desire. He is a cruel, cruel man and right now, she wouldn't want him any other way.

She doesn't notice the sting as he rips off her panties, or her instinctive hiss of pain. He's loosened his grip on her wrists, which means she can break one hand free. She darts it down in the blink of an eye, sliding into his boxers and grabbing it with a yank, then a hard twist to let him know she isn't going down easy.]

[ He wasn't expecting her to yield without a fight. When has she ever? ]

[ When she slips her hand down into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his cock, it makes his hips jerk and the long muscles in his thighs twitch; makes his breath stutter before he lets it out with a Mmm. His cock tics in her palm, already sticky with anticipation. The more viciously she yanks, the brighter red-hot pulses of pleasure spread over his groin and up his spine. But in the next blink he's snatched up her wrist again, pinning it with the other arm. Lowering his head, he bites her jaw, tongue circling her ear, and sucks the lobe on a messy, needy impulse, tugging it between his teeth. ]

Don't make me tie you down, [ he breathes into her ear, his eyes so dark that pupil and iris are indistinguishable, even this close. It's not a promise so much as a honey-edged threat, though there's nothing sweet in his expression. Crooking his thigh between her legs, he lets it press against her sex -- hard -- the tuft of Korra's hair prickling and scratching his skin as he rocks it back and forth, until a faint smear of her slickness covers him, until she's impatient for more specific kinds of friction. ]

[She growls when he takes her hand away and pins her down again, more tightly than before.]

Control freak. [The words are an insult, her tone annoyed, but the way her body squirms beneath him indicates how much she really enjoys it. She bucks her hips, trying to grind herself harder against him, but an increase of pressure won't change his leg into what she wants.

She brings her leg up hard & fast against his erection -- hard enough to hurt without making it seem like she wants him to stop.] Come on!

[ Hei makes a hot, muffled noise as her leg knocks against his groin, fingers clenching around Korra's wrists. The pain sparks and flares, all high-pitched colors, and, oh, good, startlingly so. Each time she rocks underneath him, he's reminded (as if he could forget) of his cock riding against her belly, brushing along her curly mons, open between her parted thighs. He doesn't respond to her angry demand, or her jab at what he is. Instead he kisses her, his lips a hungry, bruising slide against hers. Keeping her pinned, he braces his legs on either side of hers, weight settling firmly on her body. Taking what he wants from her mouth, which is a slow thorough exploration, as if all the nerve-endings he cares about are centered in her face. Licking a languid yet combative story into the kisses, fucking her with his tongue. ]

[ Let her wriggle and gripe all she wants. He's going to go at his own pace. Take his sweet time with stretching her patience to the snapping point. ]

[She can't flip the tables with brute force alone. He's got leverage and gravity on his side.

So she stops fighting. She lets her muscles sink into the bed, loose and relaxed. She rotates her wrists slowly -- and then yanks them free. She pushes his shoulders, using the momentum from her arms to help her sit up. She may not be able to push him on his back, but she won't make it easy for him to get her down again.]

[ She puddles under him, boneless, melting, but Hei knows better than to mistake it for acquiescence. Even so, there's a small flicker of surprise when she wrenches her wrists loose. Except she can't shove him down; the most she does is draw the fine thread of his control that much thinner, a spider's skein wrapping around them, the air vibrating and gathering charges before it severs. He breaks the kiss when she pushes his shoulders, and his smile creeps a little wider, something between lazy and sharp. ]

You shouldn't have done that.

[ It's all he murmurs, before grabbing her hips and flipping her over. He seats himself by the edge of the bed, pulling her wrists tightly into his left hand as he yanks her naked body down over his lap so that her legs dangle over the floor. A warm hand drifts up her thigh, glides over the curve of her ass, stroking almost contemplatively. His voice is barely above a whisper when he says, ] I've wondered how these would look all red.

Waah! [He tugs her onto his lap like she's a tot and seriously, has he ever been in this position himself? Does he think this is supposed to be at all comfortable? His legs are bony, and they dig into her torso. It's a very unsexy kind of pain.

I've wondered how these would look all red. If he thinks she's going to let him spank her like a toddler, he has another thing coming. Korra enjoys pain plenty, but not being treated like a child.]

You're just gonna have to keep wondering.

[She rolls onto the floor, taking advantage of his grip on her wrists to tug him down with her.]

You can always veto if you don't lik --

[ He's cut off when she yanks him down with her. ]

[ Hei's knees knock off the floor, and he nearly breaks a tooth on her collarbone. But instead of protesting or straightening up, he sucks and gnaws at her neck, drawing vivid red welts, choking back something almost like a laugh against her, hungry to leave selfish marks everywhere so she can't wear anything but full-sleeved turtlenecks for a week. The floorboards creak under his shifting weight, cool and textured-polished. Yet there's a startling comfort in the press of their bodies. The hot, painful, staggering fact of skin on skin. Straddling her, he kisses his way down her torso; lingering on the strangest places. Biting at her armpits and the insides of her elbows, tonguing the sensitive side-swells of breasts, and the ticklish slope of belly, nipping her kneecaps and calves and the soles of her feet. He drags short nails and blunt teeth along her thighs -- and his mouth is hot as it covers her between her legs. ]

[Is she laughing or moaning? She's too dizzy with pleasure to actually tell. She squirms and grinds against him, instinctively trying to guide his mouth even as she enjoys the unconventional attention.

She turns her head and catches sight of Reinbach under the bed. The little cat looks frightened, as though he doesn't understand what's going on but he's quite certain that he doesn't like it. He starts mewing pitifully, and Korra chokes on a laugh. This is ridiculous. She's fucking Hei on the floor right next to her bed, being peeped on by a terrified cat. It's like a joke. A hot, maddening, incredibly sexy joke.

But there's nothing funny when his mouth finally covers her clit. She screams, bucking her hips up against his mouth, demanding his satisfy her aching need.]

[ The sound of Korra's scream, worming up his spine and slithering across the back of his skull, makes Hei hotter, as if it's the sweetest song in the world. Grasping her knees, he forces them back, spreading her helplessly wider. His eyes are intent on her, an upward flash of blue-black as he traces the sight of her spilled across the floor, her neat little sex laid open, then the expanse of her belly, the two tips of breasts, her head lolling back and her small mouth half open, gasping -- all tipsy and blissed-out. Beyond her, under the dark recesses of the bed, he sees the cat's eyes glinting, staring at him in paralyzed horror, as if to say, What do you think you're doing?!! ]

[ He exhales a rumbling laugh against her, his tongue teasing and exploring, lapping and fluttering between her legs, his nose skimming her clit and then the hungry suck of his starving mouth as he all but tries to swallow her, sucking her hard, messy, relentless, with barely a pause for air. ]

[She screams, her eyes squeezed shut now, all of her focus on where is mouth is touching her. She grabs his hair and pulls hard, trying to draw him in closer. She's so close to coming -- all it wil take is just a little more--]

[ All the hair on the nape of his neck all a'prickle; her cries reverberate through his bones, singing in his sinews. The way she yanks his hair sends green-and-yellow stars bursting behind Hei's eyes. Just by the way she flutters and thrashes, by the way her breathing ratchets higher, he can tell how close she is. Holding her pinned down with both hands, Hei sucks her clit hard into his mouth and uses his tongue to press it delicately against his teeth. Stringing her desperation that much tighter, licking in wet flicks of tongue and teasing in hot puffs of air, letting the crest encroach and boil almost to the surface -- ]

[ And then he stops, and lets her go, leaving her dangling at the very tip of orgasm. ]

Wha- COME ON! [Her orgasm is so close, she's ready to just reach down and finish it off herself, but he's got her hands pinned down. ASSHOLE. She squirms, kicks him hard, tries desperately to break free because she'll die if she has to stay like this. Her body will explode from frustration and need and it will be all his fault!]

[ Her heel thuds against Hei's jaw, cutting the teeth against the inside of his mouth. He tastes a hot coppery welling of blood. But instead of retaliating or restraining her, he swallows it down. ]

[ If there's tension simmering in Korra's twitchy, frantic body, it matches that in his own in almost equal measure. He's panting slightly as he grips her arms, hauling her up. There's a brief pause to rummage through his pants before his thumb and forefinger close on the condom packet. Tearing the foil between his teeth, he stands, nudging her until she's leaning against the dresser, facing the mirror. Hei slips at her back, the warm naked length of him pressing close to her. Lifts one of her thighs, so her knee rests on the table, and the cooler air suddenly reaches her soaked slit. His sheathed cock rubs in the cleft, and Hei lays his hands on hers and holds them to the mirror frame. His gaze meets Korra's in the reflection for a brief moment, and he nearly smiles at the picture she makes -- flushed and unraveled and radiating an ornery neediness. ]

[She almost attacks him as he hauls her up. She wants to kiss, bite, claw, and more than anything else, fuck the living daylights out of him. She doesn't care about condoms or safe sex or risks; future dangers are secondary to present desires. (It's a good thing Hei knows how to slip one on quickly.)

She looks in the mirror, eyes drawn downward from the bruises blooming across her skin to her clit, just barely visible at the very bottom of the mirror. This position feels awkward and strange, but hot all at once.

She's ready. She's beyond ready. She can't guide him in herself with her hands on the mirror, but she presses back against him, moaning softly, a wordless plea to start.]

[ She moans, and Hei tightens his fingers around hers, as if it's his self-control he's holding on to. There's no air in the room anymore. The heat rises up off her body, bleeding into him, sending his mind shuttering black like night sky while his nerves dance in a chaos of traffic and multicolored noise. Korra's reflection in the mirror pulls at his gaze hypnotically. He draws more tightly against her, their arms overlapping, his face alongside hers so he can watch her flushed excitement, up-close and in the mirror. As all the while he plows the wet seam of her sex without entering, his cock just barely grazing her clit. ]

[ Finally, he trails both hands down the curve of her spine to her ass. Settles them both on her hips, grasping them and tilting her back sharply -- and suddenly he's inside, fast and fluid, sunk to the hilt and filling her up with a deep sucking movement. ]

[That's one habit of his she likes -- the way he pulls so close to her, rests his head by hers. It adds a warmth that isn't entirely sexual. A part of her is almost always waiting for him to pull into himself again. But with his face and his body right there, it's easy to read where he is, and the answer has each time been right there with her.

She screams as he suddenly thrusts inside, filling her in a fast, hard motion. She's torn between rocking back against his cock and rocking forward to grind her clit against the dresser. Her breasts ache for attention, but she doesn't dare let go of the mirror, not while he's pounding her in this unbalanced position. Instinctively, she grips the mirror tighter; she hears it start to crack and has to struggle not to hold it too tightly.]

[ He couldn't pull into himself right now, even if he wanted to. If an enemy crept into the room, he wouldn't care. This is all that matters: the way her scream vibrates through them both, turning the air into something molten and syrupy as if they're mired in taffy. The way she spasms around him, open, and so wet, so hot that Hei nearly loses his breath with how urgently alive she is. How alive he feels, too, pressed against her. Sometimes he wonders if this isn't a sickness. Was he like this with Amber too, so crazily wholly responsive? Korra is like one of those trick birthday candles that won't go out no matter how much you blow on it -- and that maddening insatiability is seeping into him too. ]

[ He hears the vague crackle of spiderwebbing glass where Korra braces herself with her outstretched arms on the frame. But he doesn't care. Swallowing a rough noise, he rocks against her, fucking her in tight short pummeling strokes, the friction dragging slickly at her labia and pulling just barely at her clit. Each movement sends the table rattling; makes Korra's breasts jostle and the dangling ends of her hair sway. One hand gripping her hipbone, he slips the other to cup her right breast, squeezing hard, his fingers catching the nipple in a sharp pinching that's half-timed with his thrusts. ]

[The mirror isn't quite broken yet, but the spidery cracks still have sharp edges -- they make her hands sting, but she doesn't feel any blood. Yet, at least. She moves them down to grip the flat surface of the dresser, hoping that will be at least a little less inclined to break. There's no hope of controlling her strength; she's lost all restraint.]

[ Hei's own restraint is barely hanging by a thread. ]

[ Over and over he slams into her, the violence of his need and the wonderful relief of slick sensation making him gasp. In the mirror he can't see much below the waist, but from time to time, at a certain angle, with a certain movement, he gets the occasional glimpse beyond Korra's spread thighs, hip, and a shadowy view of his cock going in and out of her. Spreading his left hand over her buttock and squeezing tight as he picks up the pace, he kneads her breasts roughly with the right hand, alternating between them, pinching the swollen nipples. With each thrust he angles deeper, pushing hard and high so that she has to strain upto her tiptoes with the impact. He's forgotten how much he enjoys this position, how it lets him get in so fucking deep. But it also leaves Korra's clit underestimated, something he's aware of. ]

[ After a beat, he drops his right hand from Korra's breasts to between her thighs. Tugs at the damp curls, then squeezes her slick clit between his fingers as he drives into her from behind, mouthing her jaw and breathing frantic moisture against her neck. ]

[Yes argh spawn of an arctic seahen YES Korra almost falls over when he finally touches her clit. She leans heavily on the dresser, not caring how it crushes her breasts. She's dimly aware she can't stay in this position for too long or she will get awful cramps in the muscles near her ribs, but she's fundamentally incapable of caring about that right now. She just wants to get off now.

She gasps for air with every thrust, squeezing herself tightly around his pulsing cock -- and then finally tips over the edge with a scream.]

[ Hei feels her come in a blind rush, her orgasm so strong it sends a sharp noise bubbling up his throat. His thighs tremble and the roll of his hips grows liquid, brutal. Her scream stirs a delicious bloom of pleasure all through him, want bursting with an electric crackle, from brain to hips to cock to mouth to the tips of his fingers. But while Korra's tripping headlong over the brink, Hei is only halfway there. He keeps fucking her, relentlessly, as her body stiffens against him and she ripples like a sea creature around his hardness. Still fondling her clit, his fingers slippery with her, his breath sawing faster and faster, turning into a frantic rush as he pummels into her, again and again, forcing her along for a second peak if she can manage it. ]

Edited 2013-09-16 10:21 (UTC)

[She can manage it, don't you worry...but not like this. Her muscles are cramping and the dresser is digging into her in distinctly uncomfortable ways.]

It hurts. [Gasped out, not as a complaint but an explanation. She lowers her leg so both feet are on the ground and pushes backwards, trying to direct them back to her bed without breaking that point of connection.

(Afterwards, she'll laugh at the clumsy, ridiculous picture they presented -- but right now she has other priorities.)]

[ Hard to manage balletic grace when you're attempting doggy-style against a dresser, true. ]

[ When she whines It hurts, Hei feels a cool chill spike up his spine, perhaps a shudder. He isn't sure if she means the position or the relentless rhythm. His heart is still juddering in his chest, and it's a struggle to focus on anything but the radiating heat of her, yet he withdraws. It feels like plunging naked into an ice-rink, his slick cock sliding out on a pop. Spinning her around with would-be steady hands, he hoists her onto the edge of the dresser. Kneels to give her a quick wet kiss on her clit, before he draws her legs up tight beneath his arms, pushing inside her again, the sensation flaring stars behind his eyes. ]

[ He lifts her then, carrying her to the bed without uncoupling. They hit the mattress with a thump; he stretches over her, covers her, his mouth buried in her neck as he takes deep hard toe-curling thrusts, one hand slipping between their bodies and teasing her clit with pinching fingertips. ]

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