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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?

Please. [She bites his bottom lip while her free hand fumbles around for the box of condoms. As if she could resist a challenge like that!]

[ ...All right. Too easy. (Not that he'll say it to her face.) ]

[ Instead he exhales a half-laugh, the stretch of his smile ruining the kiss a little. Once she's found the wrapper, he plucks it from her and tears the foil between careful fingers. Squeezing the rubber on, he lets his other hand skim over her thighs and belly, before he grabs the vibrator's base. Giving it a playful jiggle, he draws it out, the surface warm and slippery with her. ]

[ In the silver case, there's a red bottle. Squeezing a generous dab of cream from it, Hei smears it across the vibe. Gathers up another dollop and presses it against the small, tight hole with his slippery finger. With the heel of his palm, he covers her mound, rocking against her clit while his finger works into her, deeper and deeper, coaxing her open with subterfuge. Getting her prepared. ]

[(He better not. She doesn't like the way it sounds when he says it.)

She clenches around him and buries her head against his neck. At this point, the stretch is familiar and all pleasure. She presses against him, encouraging him to go even deeper and spread her wider. Never content just being played with, she reaches out to wrap her hand around his erection. (Which, okay, maybe not the best idea because the positioning is kind of awkward but once she's committed, she's committed.)]

[ Rubbing his palm across the curls, hot and dewy with moisture, Hei presses the index finger into her puckered entrance until it's buried to the knuckle. Working it back and forth, deeper and deeper as Korra rolls her hips, he teases her clit, giving and denying her in turns. When she fists his cock, his flesh jerks. Every inch of him feels sensitive, raw, and the tiniest brush of her palm across his length, even under the condom, makes him shudder. ]

[ Introducing a second finger into her ass, he stretches her until he's sure she's ready. Then, he withdraws his fingers and eases the vibrator in. One hand stays anchored across her spine, holding her steady as he slowly inserts the tip. Its rhythmic hums are almost inaudible, the swells it feeds so subtle, so delicate, they're almost natural. Gently, almost patiently, he works it in, a fraction of an inch at a time, until Korra holds a good six inches of it. The base juts out, splendidly obscene. A solid, thrumming weight. ]

[ Combing her hair back with his other hand, he regards her intently, ]

Okay?

Mhmm. [She nips the side of his neck and wiggles, trying to get herself in a slightly more comfortable position so her elbow would stop complaining. She could always stop stroking -- nope, no, not an option. Like she's just going to lie here and let him play her.]

[ Hei lets her get accustomed to the fullness. With every touch of her hand, a fine fluttering tremor runs through him. With his fingertips, he lightly outlines the slick parameters of her sex, the inner lips, the entrance, before he tugs on the trailing chain. The balls slip loose and skitter across the sheets; wet stains in their wake. He'd like to fuck her with them inside, but if things get rough, he doesn't want to risk jamming them against her cervix and hurting her. ]

[ Carefully, he rolls onto his back again, carrying her around with him. Flushed and tousled, flickers of gold in her dark hair as the sunlight streams behind her. Crazily alluring. Jerking his head up, he catches her in another kiss, holding her there, the fingers of his right hand tangling in her hair. With the other hand, he takes his erection in his fingers, guiding it to the slick place between her thighs. She's so obscenely wet he hears himself slide in. Slow. Slow. The feel of her stretching, inch by inch, to allow him entrance is exquisite. But it's nothing to the vibrations, palpable through the thin membrane that separates them. Dopplering like a second pulse, in counterpoint to Korra's, as the bulk of him fully settles in. ]

[ Yes. ]

[Oh. She gasps, stealing air from his lungs as he pushes inside. It's just short of too much, and a part of her can't believe that everything fits. She braces her forearms on either side of his head for balance and lets her entire body sink down onto him.

Briefly, madly, she imagines what it'd be like if the vibrator were another person. If it was her, Hei, and Mako in bed together. The thought makes her sputter and blush, and she presses herself harder against him to drive it out.]

[ Unerringly Hei finds the arch of her back. When her elbows and arms sink into the bed, his heartbeats count the narrowing space between them. Inside her, his erection seems to pulse with heat, thick and heavy. And so close, the toy. Shuddering with life as it feeds slow, deep oscillating vibrations. Each one chases a hot shiver up his abdomen and out his throat. Eyes slipping half-shut, he begins a gentle rocking. Letting her get used to it -- to the contrary rhythms, to feeling so stuffed and impaled. He can't take his eyes off her, her tangled hair, her moist flushed face. ]

[ Smoothing the strands back with both hands, he kisses her swollen lips, sipping the gusts of her excited breaths. Her sweet face seems dark with an unusual air of bashfulness. ]

[ Teeth gently snagging her lower-lip, he teases, ]

Why so shy?

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