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[ Hei's lips play with hers, plucking and teasing, on the fringes of languid, but with a spark of heat underneath. He lets her guide his hand to where she wants, slipping down her body, his fingers drawing a line beneath the swell of her breast, where it meets her torso, then kneading gently. In his boxers, his erection, while diminished, certainly hasn't gone down -- not with Korra so close, all warm and thrumming with life, half-drowsing against his chest, so he feels alive too. But her back is screwed up, and he needs to be careful of her. After a little bit, he gently draws her sideways across his lap, at a more comfortable angle to explore her mouth, to offer his. ]

[ He doesn't know how far she wants to take this. Is stunned, in a dim corner of his mind, that he has the liberty to touch her at all. If he were a better person, he wouldn't be here, kissing her. Of course he's never been that better person, and has long since abandoned the illusions of being anything other than who he is. ]

[How far does she want to take this? Silly question. She wants to, as much as possible, pick up where they left off before her back decided to have a fit. She lets go of his hand so she can tangle her fingers in his hair and pull him even closer.

After a moment, she breaks the kiss with a breathless laugh.]

I feel like an upsidedown turtleduck.

[Another kiss -- Can we shift positions again?]

I have no idea what that is.

[ He nudges his nose against hers, a lazy pitch to his half-smile. Beneath her thigh, through the boxers, she'll feel his cock stirring, the constriction of fabric and the warm weight of her body both irritating and tantalizing. With some careful maneuvering, he rolls them to their sides on the futon, face to face, one arm curled around her back. Keeping her close as he arches into her. The radiant heat of her skin and the friction feel good; he hums and bites down on the plumpness of Korra's lower-lip, want coiling tight and hot like a compressed spring in his belly. He can feel her through the thin material of his boxers, the faint, trace curlicues of dark hair between Korra's legs, spirals just discernible against the fabric as his hips rock. ]

[ One hand slides up the inside of her thigh, cupping her sex, two fingers dipping in. He explores her almost idly, spreading the moisture out and down. Breaks the kiss after a moment to slough off his boxers, twisting out of them before taking her wrist, bringing her hand to curl around his erection. ]

They're behind the Jasmine Dragon. [She hums and rocks against his hand, muscles clenching around his fingers. Her back feels better like this, curved just slightly, not quite in fetal position. When he puts her hand around his erection, she squeezes it hard before beginning to stroke it slow and tight.]

Are they edible?

[ Not as non-sequitur as expected, considering Hei's mind is always on food. ]

[ Well. Almost always. His breath is rough and catching as Korra strokes him, the sensation quivering in his nerves, through the air, a plucked violin string which takes too long to go still. His hand slides lower, working three fingers deeper into her now, and pressing on her clit with the heel of his hand. Korra's blue, sea-flecked eyes with their catlike slant seem to catch what little light there is and make electricity out of it. He keeps his gaze on her, watching for flickers of sensation on her face, a strange, syrupy mix of breathlessness and need seeping into him, as if his brain is porous, open to absorb the atmosphere suffusing the inky air around him. Keeping his other hand starfished across her back, holding her close, he nestles his face against the swell of one breast. Inhales deeply, parting his lips and pressing it over a nipple. As he begins to suck, he increases the friction, down between her legs, his fingers slithering back and forth across her slick clit like whispers. ]

[ He keeps it up -- relentless, patternless -- until he's brought her to the same simmer as earlier, before her back decided to whinge. ]

No! [Well, technically yes, but HOW COULD YOU EAT SOMETHING SO CUTE? Besides, there's not enough meat on them to be worth defeathering. She gasps as another finger enters her and he begins grinding in earnest. It makes it hard for her to concentrate on stroking him, but she bites her lip to keep her focus.]

Hnnng. [Almost a groan, not quite a whimper. Between his fingers and teeth, it doesn't take long at all for him to work her back up and then some. She's doing her best to give as good as she gets, speeding up her strokes, scraping her thumb against the sensitive skin.]

[ He eats you, doesn't he? ]

[ Perhaps not in the carnivorous sense -- but that's up for debate. There's a wicked, crooked tilt to his lips as he tugs one of Korra's nipples between his teeth. Korra is delicious at this angle, really, the ambient light soft on her sleek, full figure, shadows dipping and curving over her, from the bursts of dark curls between her legs and under her arms to the shiningly, imperfectly beautiful look on her face. Hei has trouble doing anything but staring at her. In her grip, his erection throbs with an almost-pain that flares to acute. The noises in his throat are swallowed, drowned, as he sucks rhythmically at her breasts. Below, three fingers are deep inside her as he torments her clit with his thumb. All that slickness flowing; he can feel it oozing over his hand and between her thighs. ]

[ Eventually, inevitably, it's impossible to stay still. Grabbing her hand, he yanks it from his erection and up to his mouth, where he kisses the fingers, and the palm, a wet licking kiss as if her sex is there. Then he lets it drop, reaching past her into his folded jeans. The foil squares crinkle as he draws them from the wallet. He scooches back just long enough to roll a condom on. Then he's pressing in close, her top leg drawn over his hip, the tip of his cock just kissing the damp curls of her mons. ]

[ His breath is jittery, hot, as he kisses Korra's mouth -- a request and a warning. ]

[She whimpers, her breathing ragged and desperate. Her world is nothing more than his skin on hers. When he pulls her hand away, she lets out a little cry of protest. She knows where this is going, why he's doing it, but damn it the time it takes for him to get and pull out the condom feels like forever. Her free hand grabs his ass and pulls him in with a strangled gasp.]

[ A seething sound escapes Hei as he sinks in deep, with a side-to-side wriggle that sends his nerves skirling. He gathers her in tight. Gathers his restraint by combing his fingers through her hair. His breath is hot against her face, and his mouth on her skin, here, here, here, is a warm wet flower. He's so fucking hungry for her, a hunger that blooms from every point of contact, like that thing the French say, about appetite coming from the eating. Nothing seems to take the edge off of it. He wants to touch and kiss her everywhere, but impatience is stronger -- he wants something more savory than the fast frantic ways he's had her before. He can still count the number of times he's fucked Korra like a human being on the fingers of one hand. ]

[ Somewhere, in that subterranean cave where things brush against the earth and liquid seeps through the layers of rock and skin, his mind screams to move. But he doesn't; just feels each of Korra's flutters echo back to him through her body. And still he doesn't fuck; he doesn't thrust. ]

[ Instead, he whispers, ]

Squeeze me.

[ It would sound hideously romantic -- Hold me or Hug me. But that's not what he means, and his rasping tone makes that clear. He wants her to clamp down around him with her inner muscles. To see if she can bring him off, bring herself off, with just a minimum of movement. ]

[She can feel his voice on her skin, the texture of a cat's tongue. It sends a tingle through her, and she clenches around him before she's even registered what he said. Coincidence? Subconscious obedience? Who knows. Burying her face against his neck, she rolls her hips just a little, some extra friction.]

[ Hei's quiet groan and surging stiffness clearly echoes his thoughts. Hitching her leg higher around his waist, he worms his hips to sink in deliciously deeper. Stays there, held in Korra's snug grasp, her body sprawled along his, her mouth fanning moisture on his neck. Each time she clenches around him, he twitches back. Clench, twitch. Stops breathing through his nose and switches to his open mouth. Clench, twitch. His palms coast up and down her body, stroking her breasts, her spine, her hips. Every cell seems to be begging him to move -- the smell of Korra's skin is driving him crazy. ]

[ Still, he stays buried all the way up inside her. One hand splays up her torso to palm her breasts, gathering them together, holding them like two soft peaches plucked off a tree. Then slipping down, between her thighs, palm resting on her pubic bone as his thumb searches and finds her slick clit. The lightest touch, once, twice, again, while his mouth wanders along her nape, and slides along and up, kissing that sensitive spot beneath her ear, tugging on the lobe. ]

[She digs her teeth into his shoulder to muffle a sharp cry. She bites even harder as she clenches around him as tightly as she can, muscles screaming. She wishes he had more hands -- oh how she wishes he had more hands. Every place he touches aches when he leaves it. She wants his hands on every part of her, but there's just not enough and it's so frustrating. She's boiling beneath her skin, an explosion waiting to happen and her only hope is that she can take him down with her.]

[ Bright colors bloom behind Hei's eyelids. It's at either the bite of her teeth, or her cry, or the way she ripples around him. Maybe all three. There are so many sensations, from so many parts of his body, that it crowds his brain. He can't think about what any single sensation feels like. He can only pant in response. Under his stroking fingers, around his cock, Korra is sopping. Simmering-hot. A pulse of pleasure spreads over his groin and up his spine. The pressure on her clit grows, and he grinds his hips into her. Nuzzling at the spot beneath her ear, then along the curve of her cheek, his nose brushing hers before he angles his head to cover her mouth. His kisses are slow and probing, and he takes his time between her widespread thighs, not taking any particular rhythm, making them both wait. Clench, twitch, surge hard. Fingers flicking her clit in tight circles, his hips straining upward, a hard push, rubbing against the good spot inside Korra. Finding a rhythm. Or rather, finding her rhythm, and keeping to it until he urges her higher. ]

[ He's in no hurry to come just yet. He's more interested in watching Korra unravel. In analyzing every motion and pressure of his lips and tongue and hands on hers, trying to assure himself that she understands his silent contrition, that he needs this almost as much as she does. Maybe more. ]

[If his message is contrition, she's completely missing it. She really doesn't blame him for what happened to Naga -- and, considering his attitude towards everything else, it doesn't even occur to her that he'd feel guilty about it. Maybe if he had looked like himself at the time, she would have a harder time with forgiveness, but the monstrous form the curse put him in makes it easy to disassociate the two. The only things she senses are pressure, pleasure, and overwhelming need.]

[ Of course she'd miss it. Ennui has made of Hei a badly tuned engine, lurching forward in fits and starts, and underneath it -- the cause of engine failure -- the tar pit of rancid emotion, forever bubbling thickly beneath the surface. Korra isn't like that. All that energy flows through her like clear, crisp water. She's a goddamn wellspring of feeling, reckless, nearly blind with it. What, he wonders, would it be like to feel so young again? To see the world with new, eager eyes? The idea makes his head ache. At the back of his throat a sense of dead futility rises like bile, and he swallows it down, along with the guilt for not mustering real guilt. ]

[ He kisses Korra, over and over, as if to erase the bitter flavor from his mouth. One hand splays at the hollow of her lower-back. His other hand skims over her thighs and belly, before he finds her clit again. Letting her climb, in slow stages, with slow circlings of his thumb, giving and denying in turns. Korra's sex is slippery against his, and his free hand catches her leg, gripping at the back of her knee to keep her spread wide. ]

Come on.

[ Half coaxing, half peremptorily commanding, restraint and arousal mingling thickly in his voice. Gasping and swallowing over and over as he rolls his hips and grinds against her, everything slick. ]

I would -- [If you're let me is lost against his lips. He always pulls back, gives her some space, right when she's about to crest over. She growls a little and bites his lip, probably a little harder than she should.

And then -- she shudders, breaks, screams.]

[ Hei hisses, a metallic tang of blood creeping into his hungry kiss, while the walls of her sex almost push him out with their contractions. Bright, blinding flashes explode before his eyes, ebbing away only to be replaced by others. Jaw clenched, he slams in tighter, squeezing his cock into her. Keeps his eyes on Korra, staring. One arm is wrapped tight around her now, pinning her in place as she jerks like a marionette against him. His whole body trembles from tension -- trying to maintain the leverage to keep his hips rocking. He's choked with the sight of her, her eyes under those flickering lashes burning blue like blackout lamps, unnervingly bright. At every undulation, Korra's body seems to ripple, breasts jolting and stomach puckering, muscles working beneath her skin. ]

[ So beautiful. ]

[ He waits for the right moment in the shifting current of her climax to start rocking inside her again, to catch it as it ripples into nothing and hopefully start it building again. It'd be so easy, so tempting, to just let go and spill into her. But he's not done with Korra yet. Not by a long shot. ]

Hynng! [He catches her just as she's coming down and it almost hurts. She claws at his back, gasping between whimpers.]

Come. On. [JERK.]

Not yet.

[ His voice is ragged but wilfully mocking, his upper lip hitched up. They're so close together, everything hot and slick -- the noises obscene, wet -- Hei gripping harder and harder at Korra's hip, fingers pressing in so tight they'll stamp in bruises, his each stroke a little faster, and the one after that faster yet, while the temperature of Korra's skin -- outside, inside -- burns gloriously. He wants to see how much she can take. Each movement exacting, almost dictatorial, from the way his mouth catches hers, trading gasps back and forth, to the way his free hand snakes back between her thighs, the pad of his thumb riding against her clit. ]

Control freak. [She kisses her way down his neck to bite hard on his shoulder. She's not going to lose this round to him. She's going to make him come first if it kills her.]

Hnn.

[ Pain and pleasure bloom in equal measure. Hei's breath is coming hard; sweat breaking on his forehead. He feels a sharp throb of rebound sensation as the blood rushes into the space where Korra's teeth are sunk in. Swears quietly, teeth gritted, gasps ragged -- but almost grinning, with his eyes narrowed. He gnaws at a spot on her neck, tastes skin and salt-sweat while his fingers work fluidly, circling and flicking at her clit. He's not thrusting so much as grinding now, desperation creeping into his movements, the overwhelming goodness of everything pressing in on him, disparate sensations merging into a haze of pleasure. ]

[ He's not close, but he will be soon. Very soon. It doesn't matter. He wants that gorgeous look on Korra's face -- blind, half-drowning, breaking apart -- to be the last thing he focuses on before he blanks out. ]

[She's trying to think of the least sexy things possible. Sealblubber. Raw fish. Chekov's face. Anything to keep herself under control and make him break first. Problem is, she can't think. Her mind is blank of rational thought, filled with nothing but pleasure and vicious determination. She gnaws on his shoulder, claws at his back, one hand going up to pull his hair. Desperately trying to push him over before she falls again.]

[ It's not Chekov's face Hei's thinking of. His mind always functions on a multiplicity of levels. Even now, as the sensations swell like a song's chorus, everything in the room blurring to white-noise, part of him is flicking through all the ways he knows how to say This Blade Is Rusty in half a dozen different languages. His breath hitches, the rhythm of his hips stuttering for a second because he -- He's not coming, but it's only a matter of time. She's so fucking tight and wet around him, and he can't help the sharp groan that vibrates up his throat, lips hot at her neck. Almost every breath is shorter, deeper. More frantic. With each successive burst of pleasurepain -- Korra's teeth biting his shoulder, her nails tearing hot lines across his back, red spots blooming behind his eyes as she yanks his hair -- it's like she's scything away another steely layer of his self-control. ]

[ But he doesn't stop. Doesn't crumble. Growling, he snatches her hand. Kisses her, and kisses her, harsh and biting and greedy, rolling his hips against that good spot inside her, his hand gripping her wrist, pinning it above her head, while his other hand stays between her legs. No longer stroking her clit; instead it's a sudden sharp pinching, the kind that makes anyone spasm, scream, shake. ]

[She's going to get you for that.]

[ Score. ]

[ As the first reverberations of her climax hit, Hei exhales a jittery noise and jams himself into her, locked there, his body rigid and paralyzed. He's probably nicked her cervix -- he doesn't mean to make it hurt except that, in the moment, maybe he does. Maybe he just wants to leave something. A mark, a notch, a scar. His own crest comes in long shudders, tearing a groan from him that's more suggestive of pain and its release than of pleasure. It fades slowly, leaving Hei's throat full, his whole body shaking, feeling wrecked. He makes an involuntary sound as he drops his hand from Korra's wrist. ]

[ No afterglow, no sweet wind-down. He goes soft in her, on her, still sprawled close, heartbeat thudding and quieting in the cage of his ribs, his temples, and leaving him bonelessly twitching like some half-dead sea creature. ]

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