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[ Hei represses a cringe when she shouts at the dog; her mouth is right next to his ear. ]

[ Honestly, why is she compelled to keep all these annoying animals indoors? Can't she get them kennels or something? Leashes? He would ask. But even as she growls in irritation, he wonders if she's aware of her hips doing an unconscious little jig against his hand. He leans in to kiss her again, hungrier this time, one press of lips after another. But its a slow intensity, no wildness or haste. His cock, semi-erect, and lengthening, presses between their bellies. Scooching back for just a moment, he reaches with his free hand for the pants lying on the floor, next to the bed. Snatches out the wallet, the leather cool and rubbery against Korra's hip as he resettles against her, head dipping to resume their conversation with lazy kisses. ]

[The answer is she loves them, nitwit. And unlike Naga, they can actually fit inside. More than once she's been curled up in her room, lonely and miserable but unable to go outside to Naga for one reason or another. And then Mocha or Hamlet or even one of the cats will curl up with her and it doesn't fix anything but it soothes the ache.

She loves them, but that doesn't mean they don't also drive her up the wall. While Hei grabs another condom, Korra grabs the nearest object off her nightstand -- her network device -- and hurls it at the door.] Seriously, Mocha. SHUT UP.

[She can hear Mocha curl up on the floor instead of leaving, but at least she's quiet now. Reinbach has either decided to shut up again or has lost his voice; either way, he's quiet now, and Hei is back and kissing her and it is perfect.]

[ She really ought to be careful with tossing her Network device. Those things switch on and off at whim. The last thing he needs right now is a broadcasted fuckfest for the City's entertainment. ]

[ When she shrieks at the dog, Hei feels, disquietingly, like he's trying to snatch a quickie while there's a gaggle of brats constantly knocking on the door. It's not a sexy feeling, and he shakes it off hard. Presses himself full length against Korra, skin to skin, rubbing his rising cock slowly against the indent above her hipbone, her pubic hairs wiry and soft against his thigh. ]

Should get that one a muzzle.

[ Murmured between kisses, his lips tracing hers, tongue dipping cool and light into her mouth. He just wants to dive down on the sensations, deepening each kiss, submerging into want. Korra's every small movement seems to produce natural responses in him, as if he's finally stumbled upon the code which will let him unscramble all her volatile signals and read the unencrypted plain text. His right hand rests on her pubic bone, thumb making a slick circling around her clit. The left, with a one-handed mix of distraction and deftness, plucks out the foil square, which he breaks the kiss to tear open. ]

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Stop complaining. [More distracted than cross. She can't exactly complain herself, with the way he rubs against her, his kisses soft and dizzying. She hasn't yet recovered enough from earlier for another rough & tumble; slow & careful is more than okay with her.

She reaches for the condom as he rips it open.] Hey, let me. [Assuming he does, she'll give his erection a few hard strokes before sliding the rubber on.]

What's that goopy stuff you were using before? [If the question seems to be coming out of nowhere...well, it kind of did. Korra's not sure what made her think of the "back door" option. Something about the soreness between her legs, a throbbing memory of being filled, reminds her of another space that feels empty. Or maybe she's just in the mood for a challenge. She'd loved the feel of him in there, pushing her limits, stretching her muscles in ways they don't normally stretch. Just because she's not ready for rough again doesn't mean she wants it easy.]

[ Hei lets her take the condom, pushing his face to the side of Korra's throat and letting his hard breath stir her hair. Rivulets of pre-cum ooze around her stroking fingers. He can practically taste the ache to be inside her, his muscles and erection stinging with want, thick and blood-filled, like a runner's stitch. When she starts talking, out of the blue, he lets off a low hum, both irritated and weakly questioning. Weak-kneed? Jesus fuck -- like he's a teenager all over again, struggling forcefully, desperately, with UB-001's standard-issue underwear that first time, making strangled, soft noises of desperation into her giggling mouth, her green strands of hair sticking everywhere -- but no, this is -- different. ]

[ Stranger. ]

[ Lifting his head, he nudges his mouth against hers, kisses printed between breathy, frustrated little gasps. Eventually, ] Lube, not -- goopy stuff. [ It occurs to him that she might want to try the other option, and the idea turns his muscles into a greedy tensile steel. Rocking his hips lightly against hers, he lets his teeth catch her upper-lip. Murmuring, amidst little bites, ] If you don't have that, coconut oil works too.

[ His condoms are generally polyurethane, not latex; the oil would only degrade the latter. And he doubts she'd trust him enough (or is it the other way around?) to bareback it. ]

I think we have that. [The coconut oil, not lube. Tohru had kept the kitchen really well stocked. She continues stroking him, idly reflecting how strange the rubber feels against her hand. His little nibbles make her hiss with pleasure, and she trails kisses across his chin to nip his ear.]

I'd have to go to the kitchen. [It's more of a question than a statement -- how impatient is he?]

[ Static trickles up and down Hei's spine as she nips his ear. He slips his hands underneath Korra's shoulderblades and kisses her, sloppy and rough and hungry, breathing hard through his nose. His erection prods against her belly, the trap of her fingers, trying to find the right angle to rub against her. They seem to be in an incredibly clumsy yet comfortable tangle of bodies and limbs and heat; it'd be so easy to angle his hips, to spread her wide and just go into her. ]

[ Instead, with a sharp inhale, he breaks the kiss. ]

If you take longer than a minute ...

[ It could be a threat or a promise; he isn't sure which. He only knows that the ache of patience has never been one of his particular virtues. ]

[Korra smiles and pecks his nose.] Yes sir.

[She yanks the sheet out from under him so she can wrap it around herself. She wouldn't bother if she were just heading down to the kitchen, but she's planning on letting the dogs outside while she's unoccupied.]

Mocha, Hamlet, come!

[She scampers down the stairs, the two dogs running to catch up. She hustles them out the front door, shouting for Naga to take care of them. She runs back up the steps, two at a time, and tears through the cabinets, looking for the coconut oil. It's hidden pretty deep in the cabinets; it takes her a little over a minute to find it. Will he wait for her return, or will he make good on his veiled threat?]

[ Hei's inner-timer is sharper than most. Alone in Korra's room, he feels acutely out of place anyway. The cool sheets give up a concentrated fragrance of her that nearly unsettles him. Rolling onto his side, his face against her pillow, he shuts his eyes. This is her particular nest, rich with her smell, her silly girlythings all around -- but even in the midst of it, he feels wrong. Superimposed. This isn't a place someone like him belongs -- any more than if Korra had brought a deranged beast from the Underground, its fangs dripping blood, to play with her gaggle of cuddly pets. ]

[ She invited you. She's not afraid to let someone like you so close. The words mean nothing. ]

[ Eventually, the wait begins to chafe. Korra's one minute is up. With a slight scowl, he swings himself out of bed. Pads barefoot and naked into the kitchen, following the cloud of Korra's lovely pheromones. In the kitchen, he slips soundlessly behind her, enveloping her in his arms. His breath is hot and wet but steady as he whispers right into her ear, ]

Someone's taking her sweet time.

[Well if you want to consider a dresser, a nightstand, and a hard bed "girlythings".....

She squawks when he wraps his arms around her, almost dropping the bottle of coconut oil that she finally located.]

It was practically hiding from me! I didn't want to come back empty handed.

[ They're still hers. Therein lies the distinction. ]

[ When she squawks, Hei tightens his arms around her. She reminds him of a cat sometimes, jumping at everything. But the way he presses up behind her and cradles her breasts in his hands, gnawing at her neck, is almost reassuring. Combing her hair luxuriantly through the fingers of one hand, he takes a fistful of it and tugs her head around to kiss her, his jaw coaxing hers open so his tongue sinks in. It's a long moment before the wet press of lips leaves completely, replaced only by the flutter of warm breath. ]

If you don't come back upstairs ...

[ Like before, he isn't sure if it's the beginning of a threat or a genuine demand. Either way, it's pointless; Hei's fingers are already closing on the bottle of oil. Then he's gathering her up, not like a bridegroom but a thief, carrying her out of the kitchen. It's a smooth easy speed with which he bears her up the stairs, dropping them both with a bounce on the mattress, his mouth already against hers, swarming more kisses into her. Having her in the kitchen, laid out naked on the counter, would've been fun. But potentially annoying if her housemate decided to drop in early. ]

[Condescending ass. And oops, there goes her sheet. Not that Korra cares much. Mako is about as far from her thoughts right now as Amon. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him even closer as they kiss.]

[ Hei's kisses are both teasing and sloppy, the teeth dragging at Korra's upper-lip, breaking to sprinkle cool bitten spots of moisture across her neck and shoulders and breasts. His cock brushes against her belly with each motion, and the wet tip prods her like a finger, demanding attention. Eventually he draws back to unscrew the top of the bottle. Pours a handful of oil into his palm, the sweetish aroma of coconut filling the air as he rubs it between both his hands to warm it up. Slipping a glistening palm between her legs, he lays wet fingers over her lips, smearing her with both coconut and her own fluids. Squeezes firmly, enough to maybe draw a sound from her, before his hand slides lower, one finger lightly prodding at her puckered opening. ]

[ His nose skims past Korra's, his lips a breath away, ] Relax, [ he says, just before he eases two fingertips into her, very slowly pushing past the ring of muscles. ]

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[Easy to say, but excitement has Korra's entire body stretched taut, trembling like a hound ready to chase after a scent. It takes no small effort for her to loosen her muscles.

But oh, it's worth it. She lets out a breathy sigh as he slides his fingers inside, filling her. She rocks her hips, silently encouraging him to go deeper. At the same time, she reaches down to take hold of his erection, with a cruel grip and a hard twist. She wants to see how badly she can drive him to distraction.]

[ Encouraged by her sigh, Hei continues, penetrating her deeper each time he presses in. Her hand, forgotten between them, closes tight around his cock, forcing a low hitched groan from him. He can feel himself twitching in the grip of her warm fingers; the muscles of his thighs and abdomen are strung taut. Slipping one arm around her back, he presses her upper body hard against his chest, her breasts flattening against him, her skin hot and slightly damp, everything radiating a chorale of Yesyesyes. With a little maneuvering, he lets his thumb wedge against her wet slit, the pad pressing against her clit. He works his fingers in and out of her ass with soft squelches, the thumb flicking across her clit with every stroke. ]

[ His mouth, meanwhile licks reassurances into her mouth. It stays like this for a long time -- the languorous trading of kisses, her stroking hand and his, low slick dirtysweet sounds of friction, and the disturbed rhythm of his breathing that matches each jerky rock of his hips. Eventually, as the sharp twitches of need build with every touch, he breaks the the kiss to breathe, ]

Now?

[ He's had about all the teasing he can stand. ]

Mmm. [A hum of assent; even simple words are beyond her right now. A night of little sleep and a day of eating poorly are catching up with the heavy exertions from earlier; she's not tired per se, but certain non-critical functions are beginning to shut down.

She shifts beneath him, spreading her legs and lifting her hips in encouragement. There's no reason they can't do it this way, right? She'd rather be on her back than her stomach.]

[ No reason they can't, although it doesn't let him get in as deep as he likes. ]

[ But that's easily remedied. Slipping his hands under her knees, he tips her thighs up and back. Spreads her wide until she's almost folded up, her legs curled around the columns of his rigid arms, his mouth parting hers for a wet probing kiss. The tip of his erection slips between the lips of her sex. For a moment, he just stirs his hips there, sliding the head along her slippery seam, teasing her clit. Then he angles himself lower, his cock, slick and throbbing, pressing into her ass. ]

[ His breath stutters with the sense of having something dangerous caught in his chest that the barest whisper of noise might dislodge. A sensation too unbearably good to even look at. He feels the tip stretching her -- then suddenly it slips and pops in. All at once he's gliding into her -- slow and full, pulling her in close, covering her completely. ]

[She hisses, her eyes watering with pain. Even with preparation, her body isn't used to doing this, stretching in these places and these ways. But that's what makes it so sweet. She loves the pain of learning something new (as long as it's accompanied by the pleasure of success).

She wraps one arm around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder as her other hand slides between their bodies. His hands aren't in the best position to be playing with her clit, so she does it instead. Sliding fingers inside, she can feel his cock through the fleshy membrane separating them; she rubs it when she can, a little extra teasing stimulation for him while she pleasures herself.]

Mmm.

[ It's a close-mouthed rasp, low in his throat -- unmistakably pleasured, but with an edge of strain. Drawing out slightly, he pushes himself back into her. Not roughly, but in a controlled, almost gentle way. Feeling the first flutter of her muscles, past the head, his cock testing the resistance of her passage and winning. Then another half-inch and another. Then the last of him pops into her and he lies still, embedded, gasping against the dark soft tumble of her hair. The cells under his skin seem to be overheating and vibrating, like an electrical device left plugged in too long. He shivers as Korra's hand slips between them, her fingers a tantalizing echo of pressure whenever she rubs against the thin seam dividing their bodies. ]

[ For a moment that's all he focuses on -- dreamy in a world of the back-and-forth trading of his twitching hardness and her rippling heat. Then he rolls his forehead against hers, hair rustling around their faces with a veritable muffled crackle. Treats himself to another taste of Korra's mouth, teeth lingering on her upper-lip before he draws back to focus on her face -- the eyes liquid and lashes webbed. Leaning in, he tips a kiss, soft, full of rueful gratitude, to her damp cheek. Starts to rock against her, bit by bit, the short sweet strokes of a slow-motion fucking. ]

[She buries her head in the crook of his neck and breathes deeply. It's a little less painful than the last time, but she still has to be careful, mindful and aware, in order to manage it. That's one of the things she likes about it; it forces her to be fully present. There's no room for her thoughts to drift; only the present moment and that razor-thin line between pleasure and pain.]

[ Hei won't ever say it out loud to Korra, and thank Christ the girl gets too slow-witted during a fuck to twig to it -- but it's a delicious solace, gliding languorously in and out of her, breathing in her scent, settling his weight against her, slippery-warm and thrumming and close. The overwhelming force of the physical demand quiets all other swirling thoughts. In these moments, Korra seems to forget to be wary of him, and he of her, and Hei feels secure enough to cope with the possibility of them both remembering later. It won't last, but he feels almost happy, treating himself to dose after dose of infectious excitement. Each sigh, each rocking slide, a high-wire swoop, a burning-bright swoon. ]

[ A visit to the person he'd once been, the boy who'd died years ago. ]

[ He keeps going, stirring softly along the tideline of motionlessness and friction. Dots kisses where he can reach, the curve of her cheekbone, the shape of her jawline, tongue circling the rim of ear before exhaling a stifled susurrus of noise against it. Pleased but also questioning, asking if this is fine. ]

[Who says Korra doesn't notice? Perhaps that's the reason she isn't wary of him during sex -- because she senses that change in him, and knows that at least for that moment, she's safe with him. She nods in answer to his silent question, her arm tightening around his neck, demanding more.]

[ He begins to move harder, still not rough, but with deep, calculated thrusts. Each downstroke sends a shock through him, like a stray electric spark, like the shudder of a slow-encroaching crest. He hums in satisfaction, burying himself in deeper. The way he's angled over Korra, her body bent double and legs wrapped like tense bows around his arms, it's easy to grind his hips against her mons, adding pressure on her clit in tandem with Korra's stroking fingers. A pulse of impatience spreads over his pelvis and up his spine. Yet his ministrations remain languid, his head tipping to press his mouth to Korra's face, making a slow circuit of her hairline, brow, eyes and cheeks and nose, and finally the lips, going deeper and deeper, in time with his every stroke. ]

[ Until she's done, he's not planning to stop. ]

[It won't take long. Korra whimpers, feeling the pressure build up inside of her. She's going to break at any moment, exploding into a hundred different pieces.

When she does, it will be with a shuddering, choked cry.]

[ The sensation when Korra peaks around him borders on pain, her muscles spasming chokingly tight with every thrust. Hei can't speak; instead he stutters gasping sounds into her open mouth, eating the vibrations of her cries, tongue digging against her with the same unvarying tempo as his cock. Then, like a jolt of a high-tension wire, his own climax takes him with blinding speed -- dizzying, frightening in its intensity, swallowing him whole like a gaping vortex. The quiet noises he suppresses between his teeth are alien to him -- visceral, raspy, raw. He lets out his satisfaction in a long breath as he tenses and jerks against her; both their bodies seem to tremble as he winds down, jolt by jolt, breath by breath. ]

[ When he slumps, it's against Korra. Not wrenching away in an eyeblink, not reasserting his separate space as always. His cock, not exactly hard anymore, but still long and full, stays inside her. Aftershocks ripple through him, and he feels himself twitch, head lolling loose and heavy against the sweaty curve of Korra's neck, lulled by the thub of her pulse. ]

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