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[If she insists -- what, had he been planning to just hand them to her and walk away? Honestly she does not get him sometimes. Well, a lot of the time, but she usually gets him in bed except for times like this.

Ugh. Anyway. She leans up to watch him string the balls together and then slide them inside her. Even after being warmed by his hands, they're much cooler than anything else that's been slid into that part of her body (except for those pieces of ice). She hisses a little, and screws up her nose as she squirms and tries to adjust to them.

It feels strange. They're an unfamiliar shape and they're made of metal. Like, yeah, she feels nice & full, and they're accidentally hitting some of her good places as she tries to get a grip on them, but she's painfully aware that she has two metal balls stuffed up her vagina and That's Weird.

Seriously. Two metal balls. In her vagina. Who's idea was that? Who looked at a set of marbles and thought I should stick those in my vagina?]

[ It's interesting, the roulette of expressions across her face. While she's sunk into herself this way -- alternately amusing and absurd -- there is an intimacy to watching her, tinged cold with the knowledge that he can't exactly utilize these details for any useful exploitation, during or afterward, but that they fascinate him anyway. This unfamiliar hunger for tiny, innocent details to press in deep inside of him and close up, hold as his own, not for anyone else's perusal. ]

[ Shaking it off, Hei lets her adjust to the sensations at her own speed. Again, he reaches into the silver case. Sifting past sleek black bottles, the jumping rabbit, the wireless egg, he extracts a toy. Simple enough in design. Silver and black. The shape is smoothly compact in his palm. Catching Korra's gaze, he quirks an eyebrow, both questioning and prompting. Step B? ]

[ Switching the vibe on, he adjusts the controls. Three strengths and three different rhythmic patterns. The hum it gives off is more pulse than the generic buzz like an angry bee. A mid-level thrum. A distant sub-thought, several priority levels below, thinks, Oh. Lower frequency so the waves are larger. So, on contact, the vibrations are more wide-reaching. Makes sense. (The rest of him tells that part, Shut up. There are better things to focus on.) Slowly, he lifts the thrumming toy, and moves to press the head of it against her sternum. Giving her a sense of the kind of vibrations she's in for. He drags it down her stomach, lingering for a moment on her pubic bone, and then pressing against her gently. ]

What is that? [What is it with sex toys and looking like things that no sane person would ever think belongs in their body?

Her answer comes when he presses the contraption against her stomach. She yelps and instinctively starts to curl in to protect it, because that TICKLES! He slides it down between her legs and she snaps them shut, much the way she had when he'd first given her oral. It's not that it feels bad -- it's just a completely alien sensation on some of her most sensitive places. Without any muscle memory to reassure her that no, it's okay, this feels good, you like this, she can't help closing herself up.]

[ It's easy to track when she flinches, curling in on herself. He sees the wave and ripple of hesitation, before it spreads and crashes across her body. Clamping it shut like a sea anemone. It's understandable, yet a part of him thinks he may as well be looking down a scope with an bullseye pointed at her forehead. She yelps, and his free hand smoothes across her flank, both gentling and reassuring. Trying, almost, to calm a hinky kitten fighting a bath. He pitches closer, and it's both awkward and comforting, the way he drapes across her. Their legs are loosely tangled and his weight's settled over her, not quite fitting like the lead-up to sex and more like Hei's trying to tangle them up on purpose, into the warmth that he knows anchors her, makes her feel safe. (Part of him can't help but think: this vulnerability, this unguardedness she shows ... It's a weapon that can be turned on her, as swiftly as a blade under her pillow). ]

[ He kisses her, and it's soft, almost coaxing. (Shh -- Easy -- This is harmless.) The toy itself is a steady pulse, and Hei grinds it over her in slow, inexorable little circles, more experimental than teasing, letting her settle into it bit by bit. ]

[It takes awhile for Korra to settle down. She sinks into his kiss, letting it relax her, only to tense up again as the toy hits a sensitive place. The buzzing sound seems to crawl under her skin...or more accurately, seems to slip between her and Hei like an unwelcome third partner. It feels good, but it also makes her feel self-conscious when the only thing she wants to feel is him. She wraps her arms around him, trying to pull him closer, trying to soak up every last bit of warmth.]

[ A palm rests at the side of her neck, almost gauging her pulse. The other works the toy across her body as they kiss. It's not something that's rushed and dirty, which in itself is surprising. Hei rarely lets himself have this, this drawn-out, timeless feeling where all he does is learn the taste of someone and murmur their name into their mouth because he wants to. Because he enjoys it. It's the kind of thing that ordinary people do, and that's never been something he's thought of in relation to himself. ]

[ But Korra's been kind to him. He keeps trying, despite everything (failure -- relapse -- futility), to be the same to her. ]

[ The buzz is distracting. But he can tune it out. For Korra, he intuits, it's twice as abrasive. With a bit of fiddling, he adjusts the setting. The hum descends to a low-pitched purr. Soft and discrete. By degrees, he teases the sleek black vibrator over her mound. Lets it judder in soft bursts against her clit, before it dips lower. Korra will feel the coolness of it against her entrance, feel the tremors there as it is stroked. Opened. Gently and patiently, he spreads her moisture across the toy, smoothing it over the tip. Then he pushes. Working it back and forth, stretching her, radiating deep thubs, and finally sliding in so that her sex closes, slickly, around its throbbing rigid heft. ]

[It's not a life-changing experience. The best part is how slow he's taking it. His attention, when she has 100% of it, is always intense; this isn't. It's more languid and intimate -- almost affectionate. He's not teasing just to get a rise out of her. She loves the teasing...but she really likes this too. Likes feeling close to him.]

[ The sun falls across Korra's face at a perfect angle, its light the color of red coals. His lips play with hers, wet and fluttering; he just lies there, blinks between each heartbeat, his breathing matching up with hers. (He shouldn't enjoy this so much. Should know better to. But moments like this remind him, incongruously, of Amber, of the sweetness that could be snatched for a few tenuous moments in an otherwise bleak world. There's no bitterness in the memory, just something that edges close to happiness but doesn't quite reach it because you cannot celebrate happiness if you cannot hold onto it.) ]

[ (But this? It's close. It's enough.) ]

[ Inside her, he turns the toy gently, allowing the sleekness of its design to go to work, deep wavelike surges, again and again. Sawing it slowly back and forth, until it's hilted securely inside her, feeding secondary vibrations to the small metal balls. He keeps it slow, apparently more interested in watching her, kissing her, caressing her hair and face and breasts, stroking her clit and staying receptive to any signs of discomfort. ]

[There's a choked gasp and a ripple in her body as her climax comes from seemingly out of nowhere. One moment she's just feeling pleasantly buzzed, and the next pleasure hits her like a single raindrop on the surface of pond. Ripples of feeling that get smaller and smaller and smaller... and then stillness.]

[ There's something almost secretive about the way she comes. Hei watches it as it happens, the way every line of her body goes taut, the sensations bursting through her, washing across the surface of her sweet face as she ripples, before melting into stillness. Nothing in the set of his expression changes, not outwardly. But the way he looks at her does -- carefully, almost tender, an ache that pulls low in his belly that's not all about sex. Some of it is, sure. Against her thigh, his erection throbs in dull spasms that verge on an ache. But there's no urgency in the way he kisses her, teeth scraping the inside of her lower-lip before he traces its shape with his tongue. ]

[ Inside her, the vibrator continues its small dopplering. Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt. He waits until she's sunk down, caught her breath before he switches its setting to 1. ]

You all right?

[ It's a Should I stop? or Do you want more? ]

Mmm. [Lazy, breathless assent. She wraps her arms around his neck -- were they already there? She's too content to remember. But there's one thing that definitely isn't all right. It pulses against her leg, hot and needy.]

But you're not. [She slips a hand down to wrap around his erection, not yet stroking, just running her thumb across it.]

[ Hei makes a low noise, a mix between a sleep-soft sigh and a hum. His cock twitches in the warm clasp of her palm, and the tip gives off a single drop of clear fluid as her thumb rubs across the slit. That knee-jerk urge is there; the breathiness, the restless energy. The way he stirs his hips isn't meant to be pushy, it's just a languid movement, the muscles in his body loose and easy, spine arching slightly to press himself into her palm. (Moments like this, he can't understand why he'd try to force from her what she so warmly, freely gives.) ]

[ Face buried in her neck, he gnaws her there before using the leg around her to slowly roll them over. He lets her sprawl on top, warm and comfortable, her hair falling like a dark curtain of shadow around them, his hands roaming free over the planes of her body, placing a trail of kisses from her throat down to her breasts. It's on a thick exhale that he murmurs, ]

You could pick up where you left off...

[ Just a suggestion. No agenda behind it. Scout's honor. ]

[She laughs a little as he rolls her over, trying not to accidentally bend his erection over.]

I could do that... [She squirms so that she can rub the length of his erection over her slit.] Is that what you want me to do?

[ A quiet noise -- half-encouraging, half-warning -- ekes out of Hei's throat as she rubs his erection across that slick seam of hers, smearing it in wetness. It flexes in uncontrollable, predictable response, even as the memory of the last time he'd been this close, without a rubber, spirals through his mind until the anxiety feeds a sharpness to his hunger. Reaching out, he settles his palms around her waist, thumbs coasting across the wing of her hips. Under the patch of reddish sunlight, she seems to be glistening all over. Even her dark hair gives off a shimmer. The look in her eyes is dreamily blue, and her mouth is so luscious. Tipping his chin, he kisses her again, the dark mess of her hair whispering around them. ]

[ (The room is bright and airy and sunlit, but that doesn't explain why there's such a dark weight of barbs caught in his chest.) ]

[ Pressing his forehead to Korra's, he says dryly, ]

That's one thing, anyway...

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So there's more, huh? [She kisses him, tugging his bottom lip with her teeth.] Maybe if you ask nicely...

[She's ready and eager to go down on him; she loves the way it drives him mad, and how easy it is to punish him if he steps out of line. She just can't help teasing him a little.]

I'll make you seaweed stew later.

[ Yes. This is how Hei asks nicely. (Only he would regard food as leverage in a negotiation.) ]

[ His gaze is dark-eyed and half-lidded as he angles his head toward hers, lips skirting between tangled hair and the skin smooth and warm on her face before he catches her mouth with his again. The air in the room -- seaside damp -- makes the strands stick to his skin, clean scent of shampoo and that familiar Korra-ness filling his lungs with every inhalation. ]

A bribe is not the same thing as asking nicely. [She rubs a little harder, sometimes making it seem like she's going to slip him inside. She's not dumb enough to actually do that, but it feels so good. So. Good. ]

...More effective, though...

[ It makes his skin prickle, the way she rocks against him. It's touch, that's all it is, yet the seconds seem to shiver by, drawn out into an endless, breathless age. ]

[ Jaw clenched, he sinks back into the pillows, barely holding back a hiss, and his fingers dig tight into Korra's hipbones. Each time she just rubs him against the seam of her body, he feels the exquisite softness of her folds, the smooth stretch and parting of her slick entrance. His eyes are closed as he rocks under her, not insistent but warning, his thigh muscles bunching and flexing. He wants to sink into her, balls-deep, wants to fuck her in every position he knows, wants her mouth on his cock, wants everything and anything that can be crammed into these few hours until the want is purged, only to resurge again later -- an endless pattern of wax and wane. ]

Oh is it? [She nips under his chin and runs her hands across his chest.] Doesn't seem to be working for you now...

Korra.

[ The edge of temper, of mindless need, creeps into his voice. In her grip, his erection throbs and burns. He bites his lip hard as his fingers dimple the skin of her hips, a dull taste of copper on the tip of his tongue. His breathing comes in starts and stops, heavy, and he scoots his weight further back into the mattress, angling his knees so that he's poised at her entrance. He has no qualms about slamming her down on his cock, until he's encased and buried, to get his point across. (Because who in his world has room for consideration, unless it's for a reason?) ]

[ But he's promised himself not to play that game. Not with her. Not again. Instead he fixes his gaze on hers, and there's something almost imploring in there. Let me have this. Don't make me fucking beg. ]

[Is it really that hard to just say please? A scowl flits briefly over Korra's face as he makes it clear he's willing to just slip in, taking the joke a step too far. He hadn't been there for those few scary weeks. He's not the one who'd have to live with the consequences.

As quickly as the scowl appears, it's gone, and with a little kiss she slides down his body.]

Seaweed stew AND mooncakes.

[She never could concede defeat easily.]

Easy as easy.

[ It's a distracted hum. Right now, his mind short-circuiting so the idea of consequence is swallowed by static and sparks, he can only focus on Korra. Each time he feels that life, boiling just under her skin, an irrepressible surge of want crowds out his control. Maybe it is selfish, but he is a selfish bastard, and she is a beautiful thing. ]

[ He bites into the kiss, not hard but gentle -- equal parts apology and gratitude. When she slides down, it makes his hips twitch. A sharp tension in his chest, in his groin, agonizing compression pulsing ever-outwards. But he stays still, his grip loosening from her hips to splay across the pinched curve of her waist, up the xylophonic pattern of her ribs to the wings of her shoulders, before his fingers tunnel into the thickness of her hair, his palm cradling the back of her skull. Not forcing her head down or controlling her movements. ]

[ Just warm and present. There. ]

[She's still in the mood to try something new, so she doesn't go for her standard deep-throat. Instead, she starts at the base, running her tongue along the sensitive skin between his shaft and his balls. Light, swirling touches, almost as if she was painting a pattern on his skin. Then she moves down, scraping her teeth gently across those delicate sacks while her thumb runs circles on the head of his shaft. She watches him carefully all the while, judging his reactions.]

[ It's good. Better than good. ]

[ His breathing hitches in a close-lipped Mm at the hot lave of her tongue. Curlicue trails of moisture and delicate scrapes of teeth; those draw a quieter sound that he lets off on an exhale. Outside, the morning crawls on. Shafts of sunlight, filtered by the curtain, deepening from red to a hot fizzy orange. He watches the glow catch her hair, playing reddish needles through it. Lazily, he combs it through his fingers, massaging her scalp in that way she likes. He is sitting up, legs outstretched so she's curved in over one outthrust knee, breasts pressed against his thigh. In this light, she's kicking off an almost unearthly glow as if her veins rush with phosphorus. Her loveliness is crushing and he feels minuscule. ]

[ So much impatience seething in his veins, through his cock -- enormous -- but in this moment nothing else matters. ]

[She hums a little as he massages her scalp, and runs the edge of her thumbnail vertically along his shaft. His leg is digging into her ribcage just a bit, but she doesn't mind. Moments like this, where he's both aching and relaxed, are rare. They're not frantic; they're not building towards anything. He's giving her a chance to explore his body like they have all the time in the world.]

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