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[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?

What? Am not! [It's a reflexive retort, and far more defensive than warranted. She does not want to tell him about the stupid awful places her mind insists on going. That's just...no. Denied.]

[ She's so fucking cute -- a patisserie set in a delicious toffee frame. All that sweetness could send a pachyderm into diabetic shock. ]

Oh? [ His voice is quiet, smoky, the way it gets strained and rasps at the edges when he's wired up. But the hard-eyed heat is concealed -- for the moment -- behind a good-natured indulgence. He stirs beneath her, his cock stroking exquisitely up, punctuating his words. The toy, meanwhile, metes out rhythmic bolts of secondary pleasure. His hand slips between them, dipping appreciatively into her slickness. ]

[ Withdrawing his fingers, he licks them with a languid sort of relish. ]

Doesn't explain why you're ... such a little ocean.

Does that really need an explanation? [She clenches her muscles around him as though to prove a point.]

[ She clenches around him. And tremors race up Hei's thighs and down his spine, sharp but gratifying. It feels like he and Korra are drawing heat from one another, bodies expanding and contracting as they breathe. ]

It does when ... it goes with that look.

[ His mimicry of her expression is unnervingly accurate -- the scrunched up face, the lips pouting -- before he segues into a dry amusement just as smoothly. Around them, slates of sunlight beam across the walls, a comforting yellow glow instead of red shafts of fire. Warmth weighs down the dustmotes. ]

That is not how I look!

You sure?

[ Don't bullshit a bullshitter, kiddo. ]

[ Still, he doesn't tease her further. Gently, carefully, he draws the curve of her body over his, cocooning her with his arms and the damp web of her hair. The patient vibrator, deep inside her, metes out wave after wave; he changes their rhythm, tight hard stabs, so the bulk of him rubs against that good spot inside her. Seeing how fast it takes to build her, get her on the verge of exploding, only to hold her off. ]

[ To see how fast it takes before she's going up in fireworks with him. ]

[She is not bullshitting damn it! She's just never looked in a mirror while scowling like that. Let's be honest -- most of the time, she's looking at him.

It never takes long to get Korra worked up, particularly with her mind insisting on playing out little fantasies of a phantom third partner (the vibrator felt nicer that way, when she imagined it as a person and not a wriggling chunk of plastic in her ass). Every time he stops just short of her release, she growls and pulls hard at his hair. Jerk. She's going to get him someday, she really is...]

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