[ At the gasp, Hei flicks a quiet glance up at her and smiles. A little dangerous, a little sharp, a little knowing. (The truth is that he likes the way she boils when he takes his time with her. Likes the restless squirming of her body and those short frantic sounds as he coaxes her outside of herself. Likes, especially, the way she shrieks like a teakettle when he finally lets her tip over.) Unraveling puzzles is something he's always enjoyed. Unraveling people -- that's a thrill of a very private sort. ]
[ Outwardly he remains on point, seemingly unimpressed by the way her heels dig and her hips buck. Instead he keeps going, unhurried, exacting, alternating between wet laps of tongue and slow probes of fingers and little whorls around that small bundle of nerves, but never quite touching like he does before. Just a little pressure, then none, then more pressure, then none. Sixty seconds of this, then two minutes, then five. ]
[ He's developed a taste for merciless and subtle patience at this. Particularly where Korra's concerned. What's the point of a feast, after all, when you finish too soon? ]
[She's going to die. If he keeps up at this torturous pace, she is literally going to explode from frustration. Another lap of his tongue pulls her up, curling over him, her still damp hair curtailing him. Her breasts ache for attention but if she lets go of his hair, she's pretty sure she'll fall apart.]
[ Hei exhales a huff of a laugh against her mons, eyes darting upward to take her in, scowling her pretty scowl, her damp hair brushing his face and shoulders, her head hanging right above his, so he can see her shining eyes and lean up to press her taste back on her in kisses -- tart and slick and so luscious, ]
You've never seen me at my worst.
[ True, despite his nonchalant tone -- otherwise she wouldn't be in this room with him at all. Dipping his head, he catches her clit between gentle teeth now, sucking on it, licking at the tip with the edge of his tongue. Not enough to send her over the edge. But enough to carry the (deceptive) promise of relief. Meanwhile his finger traces a line from her slick parting to the tight pucker lower-down, just a fleeting brush of contact, to see how she'll react. (He's half-expecting her to convulse and swat at him like a nun.) ]
[Don't you even -- Korra may like kisses quite a bit, but they're not going to fix her fundamental problem here. She tugs for his head to go back down, and she lets out a strangled cry when he finally, finally turns his attention where it belongs.
What the -- Her legs clench tightly when his finger brushes that other hole, and she shifts just a little to pull it away.]
What are you doing?
[Not indignant or horrified, but there is a little disgust sprinkled in her confusion.]
[ Tried the French. Tried the Russian. Time to introduce the Greek? He hides the slow spread of an smile against her skin. She tenses, predictably, but doesn't balk or flinch back. Encouraging enough. He doesn't answer right away. Instead, avoiding her clit, he licks circles around it, while his fingertip teases with just a degree more pressure -- no prodding or pushing. ]
There's more than two doors you can let me in, you know, [ he murmurs, pulling away just enough to press a kiss to Korra's inner-thigh, leaving a moist butterfly print from his wet mouth on the skin. ]
[ Leaning closer, he carefully laps his tongue across her entrance, languid sweeps up and down -- before he suddenly, savagely, sucks on her clit. Not enough to bring her off, but enough to refocus her attention on the matter at hand. ]
[She screams and curls around him, her head resting on his like she can't support its weight. Her breath is erratic and punctuated with little needy whines.
[ Hei half-wants to encourage her to lie back. But this is better, her head rolling against his, getting him lost in her distinctive taste and her tangle of arms and dangling hair and her open keening mouth. It's those noises Hei savors most, the ones that sound like they're torn right out of her throat. It's that he chases after with his mouth and his tongue. Stroking her clit with hard rapid licks, over and over, while he pushes two fingers into the heat of her, pumping them slowly in tandem with Korra's breaths, his wrist flexing in and then out. ]
[ But he doesn't circle his tongue any faster than he has to, or double the pace of his finger. His movements are leisurely, tantalizingly slow. ]
[ If she wants to come, he's ready to hear her beg first. ]
[Her fingers dig into his scalp and she bites her lip, hard, since his shoulder is so far out of reach. Through clenched teeth she manages to choke out]
[ Not too soon. He's planning to get the most out of this night before its delirious destruction. He licks slowly, almost idly, on and on despite Korra's demands and the sharp press of her nails, determined to crumble those bitten-off words into nothing but an escalation of frantic incoherent sounds before he lets her fall to pieces. His whole body controlled yet tractile with resolve except his erection, which throbs in time to his pulse, harder than it's ever been. ]
[ So he keeps going. One hand splaying across her hipbone, fingers curling and digging into the flesh, tight enough to bruise, to keep her from bucking into his open mouth, while he prolongs the torment, soft and ceaseless, again and again and again, teasing her with nothing but hot-cool breath and fluttering touches of teeth and tongue on her slick flesh. ]
[ Ask nicely, and he'll give her what she wants. (Maybe...) ]
She's panting and moaning, but not about to beg. Not while she has other options, at least. One hand releases the iron grip she has on his hair and reaches down to grab his erection. If he's so determined to torture her, he's going to have to endure a little of his own.]
[ He doesn't bother to hide the shiver that slithers down his spine from the feel of her fingers closing around him. His breathing is thick, as hot as it is between Korra’s thighs. He maneuvers to keep her at a distance with a teasing hum, then lets her grasp his erection, wet at the tip, jerking in her grasp. His own fingers curl deeper between her thighs, barely rubbing against that good spot inside her. God, it's all slickness and heat and Hei pulls his mouth away only to lean up and press moist open-mouthed kisses on her nipples, letting her feel the barest edge of his teeth. ]
[ In the next blink he's tumbled her over, flat on her back on the mattress, peeling her legs away from his body to tip them up and back. Spread wide, pinned down, as he presses his mouth to her again, his ministrations hungry now, his mouth covering her throbbing clit, teasing with little flicks of tongue as he finally -- finally -- builds up to a rhythm. ]
[There's a vicious thrill of satisfaction at the way he jerks and shivers against her. She squeezes him hard, running her nail along the length of him.
And then he shoves her back, pinning her legs in the air. She moans and struggles against him, but this position gives her no leverage to work with. (Maybe if she tried harder, but with the way his tongue is working, she doesn't have much incentive to resist.) She clutches the bed as her climax builds.
When it breaks, it feels like everything -- not just her, but the entire world -- has shattered, and she lets out a scream that rattles the remnants of her bones.]
[ Her scream splits the room in half, and suddenly it's Hei's turn to steady himself against the blood-red tide rising inside him. His pulse spikes up, and his fingers dig bruisingly into her thighs, keeping her wriggling legs apart. But he doesn't stop or slow. The opportunity's there, to force her past this one peak and right into a second, higher and sharper, so Hei takes it. Keeps on tracing her through the orgasm, feeling the flutter of her muscles as he swipes his tongue rapidly across her clit, wet relentless cat-licks, his eyes open and pupils blown as he watches her. He doesn't even blink. ]
[ He wants to absorb every moment of this; wants to imprint that look on her face as she shatters, deep into his memory. ]
[Instead of letting her fall, he's forcing her higher. She reaches up and claws at his arms, a caged animal trying to break free. Her throat almost feels raw from screaming.]
[ Hei's jaw aches on the edge of numbness, but he ignores it, lost in Korra's thrashing struggle, in the beautiful, excruciating arch of her body, her keening cries and the curve of her nails, their thrilling bite. He doesn't let her go; he picks up the pace, letting her oversensitive clit cool down a little as he explores further down, lips and tongue and fingers delving into her slick folds, the sweet glide of friction, in and out, before he's back to sucking on her clit again, patiently gathering the last crest up from her extremities, through her frantic overheated resistance. ]
[ Only when she's swollen, depleted, coated in sweat, does he exact the final shuddering fall, and let her drop. ]
[She falls bonelessly to the bed, panting and dizzy and almost numb between her legs. Her arms don't feel like they have any strength left in them, but somehow she still manages to tug him down for a few languid kisses, obscuring little satisfied smiles. That's about all she's capable of at the moment; she can't even muster up a teasing comment. The orgasm drove all words, any kind of coherent thought, out of her mind entirely.
It'll be back soon enough, but for now she enjoys the blissful emptiness and the pulse of his body on top of hers.]
[ Hei's lips are crooked as he returns her kisses, soft and slick and openmouthed -- a smile replete with I-showed-you satisfaction, even as his mind reels from what her body can do, from the ferocity of it. His tongue tingles unpleasantly as he runs it over his teeth, but it's easy to ignore as he curls at her side, head propped on one bent arm. His body is loose-limbed, seemingly relaxed, but his erection is at the fringes of a dull ache, the tip just touching her collapsed thigh. An exclamation point -- a demand -- that requires attention soon. ]
[ But for now, his free hand shifts to first brush Korra's damp hair away, then trace her cheek, the pad of his fingers warm as they travel that delicate rise of bone. He likes how her expression softens after she comes. All the brashness and attitude fading, as if she’s a kitten, stripped of defense mechanisms to survive in the City's proverbial concrete jungle. ]
[He traces her cheek and a distant part of her whispers No fair. In moments like this, she's vulnerable to gestures of tenderness. It means nothing, she knows; if he had really cared about her, he wouldn't have left her wondering if he was dead or not for an entire week (Didn't you do the same thing to Mako and Asami when you died?).
He makes it very hard sometimes to remember there are things she can't trust him with.
But such concerns are in a very distant part of her mind, never making their way to her eyes. When she can finally muster the strength to move, she rolls on top of him, his erection pressed between them.]
Last chance for requests.
[With a little grin, she starts kissing her way down.]
[ Hei exhales a low murmur, lazy and indistinguishable, as she perches across him. He's had more than his unpleasant share of being tied down against his will, and while it's often hard for him to step away from the sense memory of being pinned in battles enough to enjoy it, he tries. (Indulgence. That's the sum of this little fling with Korra. Indulgence and making space.) ]
[ So instead of reversing their positions, he skates his palms down her back, curling them over the swell of her rear and squeezing gently, as he stretches his neck up to trace his tongue along her jaw, beneath the shell of her ear, her hair tickling his skin. The floor-to-ceiling windows are behind her, portals to a glittering outside, and he decides he likes it that way -- Korra with her hair a dark mess, skin flushed and eyes bright, settled astride him against the nighttime backdrop. ]
[ Teeth worrying her earlobe, he breathes, ] I doubt you need instruction at this point. [ She's already headed in the direction he wants. ]
[There are always new things to learn, but Korra's happy to play it by tongue. She twists to the side as she works her way down, so she can reach him without having to kneel on the floor. Time for payback.
She kisses just above his erection, then takes it in hand. But she only holds it enough to move it so she can kiss the skin on either side. Wetting her lips, she presses them along his length in torturously soft, closed-mouth kisses.
[ Hei's eyes drift half-shut as she sinks lower, absorbing the picture she makes, curves and dips and smooth planes of that body, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. When she takes him in hand, lips a warm fluttering contact, he can feel the length of him twitch, his breath hissing out between a mouthful of teeth. His hips rock, more experimentally than not, up against her teasing mouth; one hand curling into the sheets, the other reaching out to thread through the hair at the nape of her neck. ]
[ This is the kind of slowness he can only stand for a short while, impatience curling tighter and tighter under his muscles, before it snaps into violent motion. Except there's a theme of tit-for-tat braided in tandem with the sense of one-upmanship here. He's willing to grit his teeth and watch it play out. ]
[Eventually she adds little flicks of tongue to her kisses, and peppers them with gentle scrapes of teeth. Still not taking him in, hardly opening her mouth at all. She can feel his trembling impatience, and wonders how long he'll be able to hold out against it.]
[ He shivers, goosebumps cropping up all down his skin as she scrapes her teeth across him, a soft noise escaping his lips. Nails dig into her scalp as his head tips up to get a better view of her, fingers carding through her hair as heat and want and everything tugs low at his stomach. She's doing this on purpose of course, but he doubts the end result will be quite as satisfying -- unless it's her intention to have him blow his load in her face. Time seems to slow down, a bead of oil dropped into water, and to get it moving again he nudges his hips up, sharp and insistent, his fingers tangling into a tight fistful at her nape. ]
Are you trying to kill me, Korra? [ It's facetious, but it loses some effect with the way his voice tightens, trailing off on a sibilant curse. ]
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[ Outwardly he remains on point, seemingly unimpressed by the way her heels dig and her hips buck. Instead he keeps going, unhurried, exacting, alternating between wet laps of tongue and slow probes of fingers and little whorls around that small bundle of nerves, but never quite touching like he does before. Just a little pressure, then none, then more pressure, then none. Sixty seconds of this, then two minutes, then five. ]
[ He's developed a taste for merciless and subtle patience at this. Particularly where Korra's concerned. What's the point of a feast, after all, when you finish too soon? ]
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You. Are the. WORST.
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You've never seen me at my worst.
[ True, despite his nonchalant tone -- otherwise she wouldn't be in this room with him at all. Dipping his head, he catches her clit between gentle teeth now, sucking on it, licking at the tip with the edge of his tongue. Not enough to send her over the edge. But enough to carry the (deceptive) promise of relief. Meanwhile his finger traces a line from her slick parting to the tight pucker lower-down, just a fleeting brush of contact, to see how she'll react. (He's half-expecting her to convulse and swat at him like a nun.) ]
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What the -- Her legs clench tightly when his finger brushes that other hole, and she shifts just a little to pull it away.]
What are you doing?
[Not indignant or horrified, but there is a little disgust sprinkled in her confusion.]
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There's more than two doors you can let me in, you know, [ he murmurs, pulling away just enough to press a kiss to Korra's inner-thigh, leaving a moist butterfly print from his wet mouth on the skin. ]
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Again. More common than you think.
[ Leaning closer, he carefully laps his tongue across her entrance, languid sweeps up and down -- before he suddenly, savagely, sucks on her clit. Not enough to bring her off, but enough to refocus her attention on the matter at hand. ]
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Objective achieved.]
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[ But he doesn't circle his tongue any faster than he has to, or double the pace of his finger. His movements are leisurely, tantalizingly slow. ]
[ If she wants to come, he's ready to hear her beg first. ]
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Come on!
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[ So he keeps going. One hand splaying across her hipbone, fingers curling and digging into the flesh, tight enough to bruise, to keep her from bucking into his open mouth, while he prolongs the torment, soft and ceaseless, again and again and again, teasing her with nothing but hot-cool breath and fluttering touches of teeth and tongue on her slick flesh. ]
[ Ask nicely, and he'll give her what she wants. (Maybe...) ]
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Yeah.
Right.
She's panting and moaning, but not about to beg. Not while she has other options, at least. One hand releases the iron grip she has on his hair and reaches down to grab his erection. If he's so determined to torture her, he's going to have to endure a little of his own.]
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[ In the next blink he's tumbled her over, flat on her back on the mattress, peeling her legs away from his body to tip them up and back. Spread wide, pinned down, as he presses his mouth to her again, his ministrations hungry now, his mouth covering her throbbing clit, teasing with little flicks of tongue as he finally -- finally -- builds up to a rhythm. ]
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And then he shoves her back, pinning her legs in the air. She moans and struggles against him, but this position gives her no leverage to work with. (Maybe if she tried harder, but with the way his tongue is working, she doesn't have much incentive to resist.) She clutches the bed as her climax builds.
When it breaks, it feels like everything -- not just her, but the entire world -- has shattered, and she lets out a scream that rattles the remnants of her bones.]
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[ He wants to absorb every moment of this; wants to imprint that look on her face as she shatters, deep into his memory. ]
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[ Only when she's swollen, depleted, coated in sweat, does he exact the final shuddering fall, and let her drop. ]
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It'll be back soon enough, but for now she enjoys the blissful emptiness and the pulse of his body on top of hers.]
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[ But for now, his free hand shifts to first brush Korra's damp hair away, then trace her cheek, the pad of his fingers warm as they travel that delicate rise of bone. He likes how her expression softens after she comes. All the brashness and attitude fading, as if she’s a kitten, stripped of defense mechanisms to survive in the City's proverbial concrete jungle. ]
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He makes it very hard sometimes to remember there are things she can't trust him with.
But such concerns are in a very distant part of her mind, never making their way to her eyes. When she can finally muster the strength to move, she rolls on top of him, his erection pressed between them.]
Last chance for requests.
[With a little grin, she starts kissing her way down.]
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[ So instead of reversing their positions, he skates his palms down her back, curling them over the swell of her rear and squeezing gently, as he stretches his neck up to trace his tongue along her jaw, beneath the shell of her ear, her hair tickling his skin. The floor-to-ceiling windows are behind her, portals to a glittering outside, and he decides he likes it that way -- Korra with her hair a dark mess, skin flushed and eyes bright, settled astride him against the nighttime backdrop. ]
[ Teeth worrying her earlobe, he breathes, ] I doubt you need instruction at this point. [ She's already headed in the direction he wants. ]
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She kisses just above his erection, then takes it in hand. But she only holds it enough to move it so she can kiss the skin on either side. Wetting her lips, she presses them along his length in torturously soft, closed-mouth kisses.
He'll get what he wants.
Eventually.]
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[ This is the kind of slowness he can only stand for a short while, impatience curling tighter and tighter under his muscles, before it snaps into violent motion. Except there's a theme of tit-for-tat braided in tandem with the sense of one-upmanship here. He's willing to grit his teeth and watch it play out. ]
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Are you trying to kill me, Korra? [ It's facetious, but it loses some effect with the way his voice tightens, trailing off on a sibilant curse. ]
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