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[ There's a twinge of -- something in her expression. Annoyance. Uncertainty, maybe. He blots it out with a kiss, sharp as a bite, before replacing it with the warm flutter of his breath. ] It's a treat. You're not hard to please. [ That careful deliberation that lies behind his every word and movement is absent. That's probably why it doesn't occur to him that he's inadvertently telling her something about his past experiences. Something he doesn't yet realize he is revealing. That the sex with other women isn't always so satisfying. That most of his flings or serious relationships -- Amber included -- could be hard to please. Frustrating. That the amazingness of the sex with Korra is really about her, and not just about sex. She shouldn't assume he's like this all the time. ]

[ Right now, none of that seeps in, though. Instead he wrenches his palm away, quite without warning. Feeling for her hand, with sticky, slippery fingers, he guides it to her sex. Laying his own neatly on top of hers, he presses her middle finger into the wet cleft and begins to move her hand slowly. Catching the shell of her ear between light teeth, he traces his tongue across the rim -- a hot moist flick -- before murmuring, ]

I want to try something. Tell me when you're close.

Hey! [She bites his chin when he pulls his hand away, only a little mollified when he replaces it with hers. (The inadvertent revelation goes unnoticed for now, but she'll register it later and wonder if it means what she thinks it means.)]

What is it? [She asks as she works herself up, knowing he probably won't tell her]

Just clearing up a few misconceptions.

[ Those static ideas Korra seems to have. About control, about the differences between taking it and breaking it. ]

[ Propped on an elbow, he watches her appreciatively; the way she's sprawled on her back, legs fanned open and one small hand starfished between them, hair tangled across the pillow. Both their breathing is a raspy in-out in the sunlit stillness. A familiar flush of heat oozes from the base of his spine and begins to spread out over his skin. The first little flutters gnaw at his self-control. But he stays steady, his palm a dead weight riding on top of hers as she strokes herself. Learning her rhythms, her patterns, while the more whimsical part of his mind stays arrested by the sight of her charms in this red streak of morning gleam. ]

Like what? [It takes her a little bit to get into it, because she keeps waiting for him to take over. But he doesn't. He's not controlling her movements, just following along. She can take this at whatever speed she wants.]

[ He turns his head towards her, brushing at her lips. His mouth moves against hers as he speaks. ] Be patient. You'll find out. [ The whisper, like his lips, is gentle and coaxing and the opposite of probably everything he's been with her since the start of their fling, and more. There's a reason he isn't taking over right now, though. He wants her to be aware of exactly what she is doing and yet, at the same time, to be conscious of nothing but her mouth and her sex. It's not a team effort -- but it feels like one; his hand rocks together with hers, even if it's more accurate mimicry than forceful motion, Hei angling his head to lick the first bloom of sweat from Korra's neck, mouthing away salt. ]

[ It's a long time before he whispers, ]

Tell me when you'll come.

[Patient. Why is he always telling her to be patient? She is plenty patient he's just maddening. She'd tell him that, but she can't spare the breath. The only sign she can give of the impending climax is a faint whine.]

[ He feels her climb, the catch in her breathing and that stutter in her hips, her low whine firing each nerve beneath his skin like neural sparklers. Almost forgotten, the hand covering hers pushes down hard and pins her in place. ]

Stop.

[ He knows she's probably going to bite his head off in frustration. Almost to circumvent that, he presses his lips against hers, hunger and heat in the way he forces her mouth open, but sweetness in how his tongue glides inside, kissing her like they'll both find the patterns of some mystifying koan in the roof of her mouth. Staying away from the charged sensitivity of her exposed clit, his fingers dip briefly into the oozing slickness below. There is a strange clenching and unclenching spasm going on in her muscles. Bizarrely, it matches the cadence of his pulse, of his erection curved against his belly. ]

[He knows her so well.] Come oooon! [The words are muffled against his mouth, and she squirms around his hand. Will you just let her in on the plan here?! UGH!]

[ The Plan -- such as it is -- will sink in as he continues. For now, he gathers her in against his chest. Cradles her, rocks her, never stops kissing her. He isn't consciously calming them both down so much as he's simply concentrating on her mouth. He can feel the hear rising up in Korra, steep and fast. Yet he kisses her without any sense of escalation, feeding on her lips and tongue languidly. As if he has all the time in the world. His hands travel down her body, slow soothing whorls that match each patient sipping kiss. His erection remains between them, thudding with pulse, prodding her belly. But it doesn't appear to interest him nearly as much as her mouth. ]

[ It's a long, long time before he ends the kisses. Again, he guides her hand back between her legs. Uses the rhythm she'd shown him earlier, his fingers spreading the slickness across those plump lips and her increasingly twitchy clit, before dipping lower. Slowly, he winds her up to the edge, and again, just before that final flutter, he stops. Repeating the pattern, over and over, seeing how far he can take her without Korra allowing herself to be pushed over. ]

You know... the fact that you're a tease...isn't exactly new... [Not sure at what point she says this, because what little meaning time ever had for her has been eradicated by his mouth and his touch. It's like they've been doing this forever, and will keep doing it forever. (She doesn't really mind.)]

[ Hei huffs out an almost laugh, silencing her by letting his hand trail upwards, slipping two fingers into her mouth. He shushes her with a faint smile -- because there's something he wants to show her. That it's both easy yet not, to lose yourself in sensation. To just let it rush over you, make it about the experience rather than the realities, the person. It's how he got through his earliest missions, back when he was assigned to exploit low-level marks. ]

[ Before he learnt to always keep the core of himself controlled, aloof, under the surface illusion of passion. Before he learnt that control is, at its rawest, quite a complex thing. It never truly runs in one direction unless it's rape or abuse. ]

[ He stretches against her, warm and indolent like a giant cat, and lets his fingers play with her damp pubic hair idly. Dips his head, nuzzling the warm space between her breasts, and then he's sucking at her nipples, biting at them playfully with his teeth. ]

No. It's not new, [ he concedes, a small tick of amusement tugging the corner of his mouth. ] But who has control here?

[ It's not him, not really. Korra can tell him to stop, can call the games to a halt, can make herself come any time she likes. The real question is: what is stopping her? ]

[What a dumb question.] You're the one with the plan. [A plan that seems to involve just teasing her endlessly.]

[ Hei pushes two fingers back inside her, feeling that little pulse that throbs in her moist sex. His lips are feathery, lazing on her breasts, his hand stroking her sex more roughly but slowly. When he regards her, it's with a strange expression. Both remote and affectionate. ]

But going along with it ... that's your call.

[ A concept she doesn't seem to grasp. If consent is withdrawn, then ultimately power lies in the hands of the person who might refuse it or withdraw it. ]

[Her expression is -- largely aroused, but also confused. Yeah, she'd agreed to go along with this, but that doesn't mean she has control. He's still the one steering.

(We won't even get into how he's already proven that consent only has power when your partner respects it.)]

[ He's aware he hasn't always respected those unspoken rules of consent. It's there, floating like a miasmic banner, radiating from her flushed, unguarded face, those cruelties he'd inflicted on her because he didn't -- sometimes still can't -- see her as a person. Just a conduit between him and the oblivion he craves. And then that Bad Night, the oblivion hadn't been enough for him, and he'd thought to snatch something stronger by forcing himself on ... ]

[ He shakes his head clear. The memory stabs him now, sickens him in that moment as much as the times he'd been cursed to attack Yin. Fuck, what if he'd chosen some other way? Kept a clear head? Waited for any permission from her eye or lip? Of course the warped thing he is can't know that, can't do it. Has trouble accepting it even now. What seems so very simple and right to any decent human being --- would never occur to a monster. ]

[ Even one trying to be better. ]

[ Swallowing, he places a trail of kisses, from her jaw down to her throat. Fine, he's the one steering. Fine, he's taken on the entire responsibility of the when, the where, the how and how often she gets off. But here, now, it's still her choice to say, Stop. (And maybe that's the lesson he's leaving her as a parting gift? The fact that if someone doesn't respect your consent, you shouldn't be with them at all.) ]

[ Feathering his lips along her earlobe, he murmurs, ]

If you say No, I stop. If I don't, you kick me out of bed. Does that make sense?

I'm not the one who needs the reminder. [Do you really have to call up unpleasant memories during happy sexy funtimes, Hei? Do you?

And at this point, she's pretty sure his only plan is to drive her crazy, which isn't so much a plan as it is his #1 talent. Ask him to try something new -- he does his same amazing-but-familiar tease routine. She nips his neck.]

So what happens if I say Is this the best you've got?

[ He hums at the bite, equal parts amused and approving. Dips in to kiss her slowly, an inexorable press against her chest as he leans in like he's draining out any bad ideas like venom, like he's chasing that playful smile of hers because he wants it to stay, mapping the beats of her heart to the flutter of his own pulse. When he pulls away, it's not far, just enough to share cool air and breath, his top lip still touching hers. ]

[ No, he'd rather not conjure up ugly memories. Especially when it's so much better to focus on the Now. His eyes search her face quietly, a smile flitting across his lips. ]

Things get a little interesting. [ He nudges his nose against hers before he sits up, the shape of his torso an indoor eclipse as the red sunshine streams behind him. ] Have you ever tried toys?

[ Privately, he doubts it; he's never seen her express an interest in battery-operated objects -- especially when her fingers could suffice. But hey. She's surprised him before. ]

Uh, no. [The emphatic tone isn't intended to shut down the conversation -- she's serious about wanting to try something new. It's just, when she thinks about sex toys, she thinks about the giant dildo baseball bat and what on earth could possibly be sexy about that?]

[ Giant doldo baseball bat. If he could read her mind, he'd laugh. (At least, if he were capable of it.) ]

[ All in all, he should've figured. Korra's a simple girl. For his part, Hei isn't choosy. Sometimes a clit-stim or buzzlet or whatever has been necessary for a satisfactory encounter, at least for some of the girls he's fucked. Everyone's built differently. Still, he's never been one to keep a trunkful of toys stored under the bed -- "Just In Case." More often than not, those are chests for storing weapons. But he does have a stash, more a gag gift than anything, he'd left in Korra's bedside drawer last week. Reaching toward the nightstand, he rummages around then comes up with a dull silver case. Places it on the covers, lifting the lid with a click. ]

[ The interior is plush -- opening it is a bit like being presented with an obscene award. Ben Wa Balls. Eggs. Lube bottles. Silicone massager. In all fairness, nothing is aesthetically ugly. He's always believed it's perfectly possible to purchase something that is not only functional but also precise. (Anyway, he's pretty sure Korra wouldn't want to stick anything that looks remotely like a small furry mammal up her notch.) ]

[ Glancing at her, he murmurs, ]

You've probably seen this stuff Underground.

[She sits up a little so she can get a better look.] I've seen that [Pointing to the silicone massager]. But what's this? [She picks up the ben wa balls, jumping a little as they start to chime.]

[ Hei's mouth flickers in a smile without quite getting there. He isn't sure how the early morning sex session turned into a game of show-and-tell. Letting her examine the balls, like a cat with a spool of yarn, he slips his hand between her thighs, carefully penetrating that damp thatch of hair. Finding her entrance, he brushes his thumb against her clit as he works a finger inside her. ]

Smart balls. Good for strengthening muscles. [ Lightly, he crooks his finger, to emphasize that he doesn't mean those of her biceps. ] You can wear them during a fuck. Or if you use a vibrator.

How? [Korra's trying to imagine it, but there wouldn't be room for his dick and the balls at the same time. Would there? Maybe if they were really REALLY deep inside her... She's not sure she's comfortable having something that far in her. What if they get stuck?]

[ Hei barely smothers a strange noise -- it's too quiet, too short, to be a huff -- before his lips catch hers. It's a wet peck, the stubbled fuzz of his cheek scraping her skin. These kinds of touches are never easy for him, except for here in the space between them, sunlight shuttering in through the foggy glass and the smell of fresh air settling on his skin. ]

[ Quietly, ]

Try them out with the vibrator first. If it suits, we'll take it a step further.

[ And no, Korra. The balls can't get stuck. The pussy is an embodiment of Newton's Law, playfully tweaked. What goes in must come out. ]

[Again, how? She makes a face at him, even as she kisses him back.]

I think a demonstration is in order...

[ Hei hitches a shoulder in reply, a quiet If you insist. Taking the balls from her, the stainless steel clink-ing with a muted kiss, he warms them between his palms for a moment. In the box, there's a chain, thin and silver-white, its links sparkling in the reddish sunlight. He lifts it out like an impossibly delicate necklace, slipping it through the tiny metal rings on each ball. Securely fastened, it does resemble a surreal piece of jewelry now. But he's not interested in the esthetics. It's more to assure Korra the balls won't. Well. Get stuck in there. ]

[ Gently, he slides his fingers back between the lips of her sex. She is hot and slick as he teases her a moment, letting his fingertip slip inside her and then fall out, coaxing to open her wider and wider, rimming her in languid circles, before he rubs her entrance with the smooth hard silver of the balls, pressing the first against her opening, widening her, then slipping it in. He does the same with the other, dipping his fingers into her, forcing the balls in deeper by degrees, until all that's visible is that impossibly fine curlicue of chain spooling out of her, glittering like a living thing. ]

[ Satisfied, he regards her. ]

Okay?

Edited 2014-01-27 03:09 (UTC)

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