mortemscintilla | IC Contact

[ 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...

Edited 2014-01-28 02:57 (UTC)

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.]

[ The sunshine -- Korra's warm skin and hot mouth -- the seasalty air ... It's all a syrupy lassitude, seeping into Hei's pores. Drugging his brain. Just a moment where he forgets about all the deaths, the secrets, the ruin, the people he's destroyed and been. Temporary and deceptive, he knows. But a welcome grace period. ]

[ A red tide is blotching his skin in places -- not sunlight but a flush. The sound that erupts from the depth of his throat is a low, pleasured hum. ]

You've gotten good at this.

[ There's no such thing as a natural born cocksucker. But with Korra, it's one of the rare times it doesn't feel too tedious or businesslike. (Amber was fantastic at blowjobs, sure. But in those days, half the thrill was having her mouth anywhere near his cock at all. The other half was gobsmacked relief that he was still alive -- at least until the next mortar blast or ambush or airstrike.) ]

Edited 2014-01-29 04:31 (UTC)

[She lets out a pleased hum against him. It's always nice to be told you're good at something. She finally licks her way up his shaft and takes him into her mouth. If he plays his cards right, she might even swallow this time. She's in a good mood.]

[ Hei is panting, steady and slow but audible. His cock is humiliatingly alive, moving without his will. ]

[ Between Korra's thighs, the smart balls are still in place, the silver chain sparkling in the light of the sun. He contemplates slipping them out -- but decides against it. Instead he slowly strokes her velvety soft cheeks with his thumbs while cradling her shell-shaped ears in his palms. Gently feathers her eyelashes -- tipped in gold-red -- with his thumbnails. When she seals her mouth over him, his sigh is soft, almost breathy. His erection flexes inside the circle of her fingers, a silent approval. ]

[She's honestly forgotten all about the balls... or had, until she shifts slightly and one of the balls hits on a sensitive spot inside her. She starts, and the abrupt movement causes her to choke a little on his dick.]

[ There's a smile -- barely there then gone -- as she chokes. He contemplates sticking the vibrator back into her. Let's see how well she concentrates while it metes out wave after distracting wave. But he's not feeling that cruel. (Yet?) ]

[ The rosy slats of sunshine spark black spots in his eyes as he leans close. Coasts his hands against the smooth landscape of her body curved across his. Kneading her breasts -- the nipples hard and springy against his palm -- he lets his fingers skim her ribs. Lets them linger on her hipbone, before he dips the tips to the succulent divide of her ass. Teasingly, he explores her, down the cleft, circling the tight pucker there, before pressing along the damp seam of her sex -- the balls a dense insistent presence inside her. Through the dark scrim of her pubic hair, the silver chain glitters wildly in the sunlight. ]

[ Looping it around his finger, Hei tugs the balls out halfway. Lets Korra feel them roll and shift, inside her -- an added stimulation. ]

[She whimpers in pleased protest, and wriggles a little to shake his hand off... okay, no, she wriggles just because it feels good. And then she "punishes" him by scraping her teeth slowly up both sides of his erection.]

[ He can definitely get behind this type of punishment. ]

[ At the scrape of her teeth, his right knee twitches. The ache in his groin crawls up through his body, lodging inside his throat with a hiccoughing sort of gasp. With one hand, he lets his rough-tipped fingers creep through the roots of her hair. Flexes them, massaging her scalp. With the other hand, he rotates the chain, letting the balls swirl inside her, before dipping his fingers in, easing them deeper. Reaching for the vibrator, he switches it back on. His fingers can only work one spot at a time, after all. The vibrator works many. ]

[ Carefully he rolls the power setting to 2. Smears the tip across her entrance, easing the way, before he slips the vibrator into her with a slow and subtle pressure. Lets her feel the small judders, lets it widen its rippling reach so the sensation starts to build inside her again. ]

MMPH! [She smacks his thigh playfully, but the buzz is a nice addition as she keeps working him higher and higher, waiting for him to break.]

[ It won't be long. Not with how diligent she's being. ]

[ Hei strokes her spine, her hair, as she strokes up and down with her mouth. Her two hands are like brands of fire wrapped around his length, her mouth molting, teasing and tickling him. Bending his head, he lightly nuzzles aside flyaway strands of baby-fine hair across her temples, carding them back to admire the sight of her full-mouthed face. Each time she bobs her head, down and up, sunlight dances along the length of his erect cock, glistening with her saliva, revealing every vein, every gradation of color. Curlicues of black hair. Dark skin that ripens into dewy plum. ]

[ But that doesn't interest him like Korra does. The view is almost pornographic; her pupils blown, wet lips wrapped around the head, the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks. Each motion feeds twitches in his muscles, his pleasure building clearly in the way his jaw tenses and untenses. ]

[When she senses he's close, she pulls back, just far enough for her to speak while her hot breath hits his sensitive skin.]

How do you want it?

[Swallow? On the sheets? Put on a condom and pound her into the mattress? She's worked up enough that she'll go for just about anything.]

[ She stops, her breath washing over him, and Hei feels hot all over. Taut as a bowstring. His exhales come short and quick; he's radiating a dizzying impatience. How do you want it? Blinking slowly, he meets her gaze with what he knows will be a glint in his eyes. What does he want? He has to think fast, because the intensity of this greed isn't something that can be held off for long. It's an effort not to push her head down and start fucking her mouth until she gags, until he spurts and every last iota of tension has been dragged out of him. But the other part of him wants the hot press of her bare skin against his. Wants to devour her mouth, roll her on top or underneath, to fuck her into a pulp. ]

[ Reaching out, he pulls her close by her shoulders, tongue licking into her mouth for a short, wet kiss. Against her lips, he murmurs, teasingly, ]

Think you can take the vibrator up the back door? While I fuck you?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject