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[ ...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...]

[ Each sharp tug of his hair sparks pink dots behind Hei's eyes. His whole body is electric; tongues of blue static seem to lick and pop out his pores. But he keeps her close. Forcing himself another inch inside her, then pulling halfway out. In again. Another inch -- his cock twitching with each jolt the vibrator feeds. Out again. Creating a syrupy rhythm that keeps her poised on the edge. So she feels herself riding, sliding, gliding along his shaft. Cupping a hand around each of her kneecaps, he runs the palms up her thighs. They feel so cool against his burning skin. It's as if his whole body is alight, thrumming like a high-tension powerline. ]

[ Almost lazily, his lips feed on hers. His hands continue roaming; caressing her with widespread palms, running the curve of her back into the swell of the buttocks. Pinching her breasts, stretching her nipples one at a time, letting them go, then stretching them again, in sync with his movements. The weight and softness of her, the warmth, is delightful. He could easily spill just from that. ]

[ But he wants to wring as much pleasure out of this as he can. ]

How come it's always like this? [The words are breathless against his lips.]

Like what?

[ He's close enough to dissect the scent of her sweat and shampoo. To measure the breadth of her ribcage, her breasts and hips, with his palms. She feels impossibly slick and tight, the toy still in place, dispensing measured bolts of pleasure; his prick scrapes it through the thin membrane dividing them. ]

You only get off once. [Okay, so maybe it's not always like that, but more often than not, he's getting her off multiple times and himself only once. She's not experienced enough to know what a novelty this is, so it just confuses her.]

[ The sound Hei exhales is almost a laugh, wavery at the edges. A hand, gentle, comes around to lift her head so he can just look at her, cup her face. His lips twitch as he traces a thumb across the rise of her cheekbone, back and forth. ]

Biology. [ Angling his head, he nips her bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth to lave away the tiny sting before hungrily sucking it. ] Boy parts. Girl parts. Not ... exactly the same.

[ Strange, that she doesn't know this. But given her background, not surprising. Half her life, she's been holed up in a compound. As if that kept the Avatar safe; as if brick and mortar wouldn't do anything to damage her. As if it wasn't a cage, but a monument. (God -- why did people want to build altars to those they valued, when all they had to do was support them? ) ]

Well duh. [The sarcasm is ruined a little by a little whimper of pleasure.] That much is obvious.

[ He nearly teases, Then why ask? But he understands the gist of her curiosity. He shifts under her, thrusting up in rougher increments. It's like a carousel, working in stops and starts. One hand cradles the back of her skull, widespread fingers in her hair, keeping her lips close to his as if warming them. The other wriggles between them, finding the patch of damp curls that frames her sex, tracing and pressing and thumbing her clit. Through the curtain of her hair, he watches her eyes, such a brilliant shade of blue, sunlight turning the tips of her dark brown eyelashes into gold spikes. ]

I like watching you come.

[ It's matter-of-fact, but she'll never know what a rarity it is for him. After Amber, he was rarely generous with his girls, during or after. But something about Korra sparks alight that completionistic voyeur in him. ]

I like watching you come too. [Also matter of fact, in the way that old married couples go "I love you" "I love you too."] But somebody likes to distract me.

[ He makes a face at that, but what once was the predictable inner-response of Don't be all gooey and disgusting paired with a visible eyeroll has turned into -- well, it's not acceptance, but he tolerates the closeness all the same. This is, he assumes, what actual lovers do. ]

Not my fault you make it so easy.

[ There's a smile in tone, the half-lidded eyes glittering up at her. Blindly his fingers sift through damp, springy pubic hair. He rolls her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, before pinching it lightly, seeing how she reacts. He can feel the pulse beating inside her. Around his cock. Between his fingers. The vibrator, meanwhile, releases its relentless secret bursts -- both counterpart and counterpoint. ]

[As though to prove his point, that last pinch sets her off. She tips over on top of him as her body quakes and her vision goes white.

Jerk. The thought is more affectionate than it should be, though who knows if it makes it out of her lips.]

[ She breaks, and the gorgeous sight feeds a deep sighing euphoric tremble all through him. He keeps up the steady rocking, for as long as he can, before it dissolves into something like discordant music, starting and stopping and shuddering. Within seconds he's lost sight of everything but those brilliant watts of Korra-fuelled greed: slick heat, slates of sunlight and huffed hot breath. When he comes it's absolutely silent, the aftershocks washing in fine rolling spasms through him. Everything goes black. He is shivering. He is blind. ]

[ Then, tinge by tinge, breath by breath, the colors start seeping through again. ]

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