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[ There's a brief curve of a smile, pressed into her skin as Hei dips his head again, this time to worry the nipple between his teeth, slowly lapping his tongue in a circle until he gives it a wet, hard suck. His free hand shifts to snag the other, putting pressure for a little more symmetrical attention. His whole body feels hot against her, energized yet boneless, and that languor seems to infect his every muscle, making him do things at half-speed. ]

No harm in checking.

[ It's a quiet remark, breathed against the declivity between her breasts, before he turns his head, the greedy mouth fastening on her right breast now, drawing hard as his tongue stabs at the springy point of the nipple. ]

Oooooooh you suck [the pun would be intended but she's too distracted by his touch to do anything that clever. She tugs at his hair and writhes against him, teasing him as much as she can without using her hands. Hands are too easy to push aside.]

[ Hei exhales warmly against her, pulse speeding. She feels feverishly hot, the moist drag of skin on skin and the tug of her fingers in his hair sparking electricity along his spine. ]

[ Humming, he drapes his weight over hers to keep her from squirming away. Parts her legs over his wedging thigh and pushes against the tuft of curls at her sex, rocking his thigh up and down, feeling the heat and dampness there. Her ripe breasts are heavy and warm in his hands, handfuls of flesh, nipples hard against his palms. A strange sense of hunger pulses through him -- thick and syrupy-sweet and red, great dollops of it giving down. He isn't trying to please Korra now so much as he is lost in his own desires, his mouth pulling on one nipple, then the other -- a hot wet vacuum of pressure -- his mind only dimly aware of Korra wriggling under him. ]

[Why on earth would she want to squirm away? She squeezes her thighs around his, pulling him even tighter against her, and her moans get abruptly louder as it occurs to her that neither Pai nor Jinora are around. Sure, Hei says his room is soundproofed, but they don't always do it in his room. Most of the time they don't do it in his room. So yes, she's learned to at least try and tone it down, which makes it extra enjoyable when she can let loose.]

[ The noises that bubble from Korra flay the skin off Hei's body. Turn his nerves to quicksilver strings, taut and bright with anticipation. He's long learned to feel the more subtle signs of a person's escalating excitement. With Korra, there's that faintest rain forest-y scent that comes off her skin when she is wrought up, that he associates with her physical excitement. It’s those little things that can't lie. Like an instant chemical reaction, the blood rushes in his veins and prickles at the skin. His mouth floods with saliva, and his cock twitches, trapped between them, curved up so the bright red tip touches her belly. ]

[ He keeps working her breasts, teeth and tongue and moist suction, pinching them firmly now and then, until he can feel her heart pounding, her nipples dark and tight as walnut whips. With a half-smile, he moves lower, to gnaw Korra's stomach, rubbing his face against the dark smooth skin, feeling the warm flex of the muscles beneath. The little gurglings audible within. Faint bruises come up along the path of his teeth like purple roses of broken blood vessels. He buries his nose in her pubic patch, the hair rough and warm. Smiles into it, his gaze a dark blue flick as he regards her. ]

Spread.

[ The word ghosts hot across her mons, lazy and entirely without urgency. There's enough time to waste here. ]

[She whines deep in her throat, arching up against her will. (A distant part of her remembers when sex was a competition between them, when she made him fight to control her. Accurate or not, it feels like a lifetime ago. What happened to that girl?) She spreads her legs without resistance, only a half-grumbled Bossy bossy.]

[ What happened to that girl? As far as Hei is concerned, she's right here. Melting a path into the surface of his skull. Burning through like an ember through a page painted every color of his life. Throttling headlong into his brain, to nestle there like a tumor. A quail's egg shaped of heat-lightening. He has never seen anything burn so fierce trapped so close to the earth. ]

[ She grumbles, but complies. And Hei looks at her with hunger, but with something else, too, that isn't usually there. A knowing? A glint of tenderness, maybe. Shouldering in between her legs, he starts out slow. Printing a series of biting, openmouthed kisses to the inside of her thighs, hot breath ghosting over skin before his tongue laps in wet, soothing swipes. Taking her hips in his hands, he drags her closer. Hitches one thigh over his shoulder. His right hand starfishes over her pubic bone, in the springy curls, spreading her open. The other hand, after a beat, finds hers, fingers threading tight, squeezing. ]

[ The unexpected affection that rises up in his char-blackened heart pours itself forth through his lips and tongue. Long, wet stripes, from the slick cleft of her sex to her swollen clit. Lewd, sloppy, savoring. ]

[The affection does her in every time. She cries out, squeezing his hand hard enough to break the bones of someone more delicate, and her free hand claws the bed. He always knows just what to do, the exact way to touch her to melt any and all resistance. She feels like an instrument in his hands, each touch drawing out a different note from her.]

[ There. The first sensations catch her; she cries out and jerks, gripping his hand almost crushingly tight. Each sound is like a hot-red punctuation mark wafting far above in the sunlit air. Hei just gives a single breath of laughter against her inner thigh, feeling stoned, waves of excitement throbbing through him from brainstem to groin. He stays with her, increasing the pressure along her clit -- patient maddening strokes with the flat of his tongue. Drawing her up towards the peak, up but not over. He knows her well enough to ease off a bit, turning his attention to the gap of her sex, pinching the pubic lips slickly together, a spurt of moisture squeezing through the seam. Working her slowly, tongue and fingers there, tracing, curling, then sliding in and out. His pinkie, slicked with her, tries the dark pucker of her ass. ]

[ He wants to keep her brewing and steeping, instead of bubbling up to a white-hot shriek. Slow, slow; he doesn't want this to end too soon. Doesn't want her to come just once. This isn't about some flashy five-act performance. It's something as simple as wanting to please her. ]

[ (Because he doesn't know when -- if -- he'll have this chance again.) ]

[Korra has no idea what's going on in his head, what happened with Yin and how that messed with his feelings, the thoughts he's struggling with. She's certainly not thinking about the gate or the countdown to being separated. That will occur to her later, after she forces herself to confront the aftermath of what happened with Carla. For right now, all unpleasant thoughts are locked up in a dark corner of her mind and ignored.

His touch is definitely helping in that regard. She squirms, encouraging his finger to go deeper in her ass and to ravage her harder. Her moans are aching and a little frustrated. Tease!]

[ He doesn't want to think about the gate. It's a gut-shock, each and every time -- cold and sudden. As messily glorious as this is -- wetness smeared across Hei's mouth and chin, two fingers inside Korra, one goading the tight pucker lower down, feeling the tiny ripples of muscle as his tongue laps wetly at her clit -- it can't be the last time. But then, he wonders uneasily -- what would he do if it were? Should he do something different? Grasp the minutes before they melt together, just keep teasing Korra, goading and coaxing, seeing what she's capable of. Or cover her with his body, trading sticky-hot kisses back and forth, looking into her eyes as he sinks into her? Would that be -- more meaningful? Better? More like a -- ? ]

[ -- No. He can't think the word goodbye, in case it becomes true. Won't think about Yin, either. It's hard. But his feelings for Yin are like something suspended in amber, precious and real and intact but ... apart. Untouchable. He carries the affection with him always, but doesn't get much use out of it. Whereas Korra ... ]

[ With a rasping growl, he forces her legs wider apart. Memorizing her -- with her ripe breasts, her pulsing belly, her smooth thighs, and that deep pink frill of her sex. A perfect, glistening droplet of moisture streaks down, framed by dark, dewed curls. Humming, Hei buries his mouth there, kissing and tonguing and then devouring her, no games, no finesse, just the taste tart and sticky in his mouth. Gripping her hipbones, her thighs, he feels the pliant hardness of the muscles beneath his palms. Feels her muscles flutter while he eats her, the wetness dripping down his chin, really dripping, spit and come, like he's bitten into an apricot. Wet stains on the sheets below. ]

Please... [She used to make a point of trying not to beg, still does sometimes, but pride has long ago gone the way of resistance and competition. She's given herself over to him too completely. She is, right now, little more than a bundle of hormones and desperate need.

Her mind suddenly flashes to that post Carla had made, pleasuring the girl who was tied up and helpless. The image sends a spike of desire through her even as it makes her feel sick. She doesn't want to be that girl.

She grabs his head, tugs on hand and hair to pull him up. She doesn't want to be that girl. She doesn't want to be that girl.]

[ She says Please and Hei can feel the arousal thudding blindly in his veins. He is raw, and it has nothing to do with the drag of Korra's nails on his skin or the drugging warmth of the air. When she flails out, catches him by the hair and yanks, he feels like he's surfaced as if from drowning, blind and drenched. Shafts of noon sunlight slant low-angled and orange through the skylight to touch Korra's face. Under the surface pleasure, there's a kind of stifled wildness leaping into her eyes, like an ember jumping from a campfire in a gust of wind before being snuffed out. It is brief, but it is there. ]

[ Carefully, he settles against her, arms bracketing her on each side. Ignoring the painful throb in his erection, the wet crown dipping against her belly, leaving dabs of moisture. Swallowing, he licks his lips. He can still taste her. She is on his mouth, his tongue. She is in his lungs. Much too close, yet not close enough. ]

What? [ His voice is thick with an unexpected tenderness. ] I wasn't done.

[She kisses him, tasting herself on his lips.]

I just... [She doesn't know how to explain that weird almost panic; she's already lost where it sprang from.] I want to do something else. [The look she gives him is a little uncertain.]

Hm.

[ Sealing his mouth over hers, Hei shuts his eyes, trying not even to aim for self-satisfaction yet. Trying not to focus on the sharp twitches resonating across his cock, or to picture her dark-curled, slicked pubis again or to think of the rich taste of it. Instead he coaxes Korra's lips wider open with his, tongue touching the roof of her mouth over and over as if he is still licking her. Breaking the kiss, he rubs their noses together, his gaze fixed on her big-eyed, tentative expression. ]

Any suggestions?

[ He makes his body heavy on hers as he speaks. Stirring his hips, so his erection teases back and forth across the tuft of her mons, feeling the crinkle of curls and slick heat along the underside. He dusts hot biting kisses across her face and throat and breasts as he rocks against her -- a strained sort of patience. ]

[Well that's the problem. She hasn't actually thought of anything. Um. Um. Ummmm.....

She pushes him back so they're both sitting and she's straddling his lap.]

How about this?

[ The suggestion seems to please him. He gathers her in close on his crossed legs, folding hers around his hips. His cock bobs drunkenly at an angle between his belly and hers. Palm splayed across the back of her skull, fingers tangled in her hair, he draws her in for a kiss -- wet, hot, gulping. There's a tension, an edginess there that was firmly contained before. He wriggles one hand between them, slipping two fingers into the warmth welling between her legs. Teases the slickness along the underside of her breast, painting glistening swirls around the skin, then dips his head, laving it clean before he draws her nipple into his mouth. ]

[ This close, with her slippery-hot center open wide against him, a burning ripcurl surges up from his stomach. His teeth rake across her nipple, bathing it with his tongue and releasing with a pop. Gnawing the point of the other breast, he breathes, ]

What else? A guitar and serenade?

[ It's quietly teasing. His free hand is already reaching toward the low dresser drawer for the rubbers. ]

[She hums and laughs a little.]

No way. I've heard what you call singing... It's not exactly sexy.

[ Hei's expression settles into what he probably doesn't realize is a pout. But then his fingers close on a foil wrapper. He tears it open, and it's a precise movement, the way he rolls the rubber on. He briefly tightens his grip, and pumps himself once, with slow deliberation, heat pulsing through him. Then his hands cradle her hips like a catcher’s mitt, widespread and unwieldy, but stabilizing. Taking her weight in his hands, he raises her so her knees are slotted on either side of him, and she hangs poised above his erection. ]

[ As he lowers her down, drenched and melting and so hot, it's slow. The curve of his cock pushing past her seam, scraping her clit through the film of wetness, before driving inside of her. It fills her so completely that he feels his damp pubic curls sealing her closed. ]

[ Dots burst before his gaze in crazy red gnat-swarms. A faint tremor ripples through his body as his eyes flutter half-shut. ]

[He's pouting what oh no that is so cute. She tries to kiss him but he's kind of busy putting on the condom. The second that's done she presses her lips to his, practically inhaling him. She wraps her arms around his neck and digs her nails into his shoulders as he pushes in.

It feels so different like this. Not pinned beneath him, not trying to hold him down, just...together. Balance is a little wobbly but she can deal with that. It's more than worth it to have this feeling of being free and cradled close all at once.]

[ She kisses him, and Hei breathes in sharply through his nose, chest filling with air and Korra's scent. The room is relentlessly sun-drenched, and hot. But it is nothing to the shocking heat of Korra's skin. Everything feels like a strange mix of the new and known. Usually he dislikes being hampered in this position, robbed of leverage and control. But after a few moments he forgets about it. This moist drag of friction, damp skin on skin, face to face ... It's what he wants right now. The struggle, the pounding, seems unnecessary. He lets her wrap herself around him -- a fevery glowing stole. Whole body quivering with the pleasure of holding her like this. They seem to be melting together. It is delicious, his nerves jolting and flickering and his heart lurching drunkenly inside the cage of his chest. ]

[ He rocks against her with a metronomic slowness. Tight slick jabs, his pubic bone grinding against her mons, rasping at her clit. Right now, with that aura of fierce sunshine all around her silhouette, Korra's beauty strikes him like a physical blow. Makes something lurch inside him, as if he's caught in a dangerous undertow. ]

[Korra can feel her hair clinging damply to her forehead in strange patterns. She's keenly aware of every sensation -- not just the way he fills her, or the jabs against her clit, but the slick rub of his arms around her, the alternating patterns of warmth and chill as the curtains move, sometimes letting light in, sometimes blocking it. A bead of sweat trickles down and gets into her eye, making her entire face scrunch up. Probably not the most attractive expression.]

[ Not alluring, but definitely cute. One hand starfished across the small of her back, he combs the fingers of the other through her damp hair. Leans in to lick the sweat pooling in the bowl of her throat, mouthing away the salt. She even tastes like sun. It's strange, how he's become familiar with the unique taste of Korra's skin, even the small facts of emotion which are lost in the blue of her eyes if she so much as blinks. Every millimeter of her flesh produces a different taste and scent, subtly mingled like an exotic ratatouille. The earthy taste of agriculture seems to murmur under a zing of fresh adrenaline; a sweet whiff of shampoo swirls around the acrid spike of sweat; an intriguing hint of his cedar soap can be traced traveling down her nape, along her underarms. But mostly she smells of life, fresh life, as if she’s perspiring it constantly. ]

[ By degrees, he rocks harder. Back and forth, a relentless grinding pressure on her clit, then an occasional small side-to-side to stretch her entrance, letting her feel the warm solid flesh lodged inside her, stirring her up. ]

[ Biting at her earlobe, he laves his tongue along the shell, whispering, ]

Okay?

[She takes a shuddering breath and buries her head against his neck.]

Perfect. [She squeezes her muscles around him, rippling them to show her appreciation.]

[ She ripples around him, and Hei's breath hitches on an audible groan. He circles an arm tight around her, supporting her in the solid bulwark of his arms and chest, his long thighs wedged beneath her ass. The other hand coasts slow and caressing up her leg, along her flank. His palm is sweaty; he rubs it across one nipple, then the other, rolling and pinching. Gently cups the weight of each breast in his hands, kneading with light, warm fingers. Flush against each other, the heat of their bodies is a furnace between them, wet skin against wet skin, his cock a deep, prodding pressure inside her. ]

[ Mouthing the edge of her jaw, he rolls his head, lips seeking then catching hers. The kisses are like banter. No pattern; just a dizzying newness of phrases, his whole body alight with each sensation. The hard-soft pressure of teeth and lips seems to rise from somewhere deep inside him, juddering through his hips and fingertips and soft palate and curling tongue. The sharp nip and suck of her lower-lip says, This is good, but the waxing and waning of softness, the dreamy slide of lips, says, This is all for you. ]

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