[ 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. ]
[ Hei's eyes narrow, both hands going to her hair now, fisting it into a messy bun -- a grip that slips instantly from appreciative to aggressive, pushing her head down just a little. The message radiates loud and clear. Don't you dare. He has every intention of letting this culminate into a fuck -- (barring the stupor of drunkenness, this has to be at the top of some very sad list for the amount of attention he's devoted to foreplay, to letting himself to teased) -- but for now he's enjoying the attentions of her mouth, frugal as they are, too much to put a stop to things. ]
[She doesn't laugh, but there's a definite twinkle of amusement as she turns back to him. She takes one long lick up the length of him before taking the head into her mouth. She doesn't use her tongue or teeth, puts no pressure on it whatsoever -- just lets him feel the wet heat of her mouth.
(It's part torture, part buying for time as she tries to figure out the best way to get revenge. In the end, she opts for challenge instead.)
Still without offering any pressure beyond the brush of her lips, Korra sinks slowly onto him. (Very slowly, as she struggles to split her attention between his reaction and making sure her throat is relaxed so she doesn't gag. It's harder than it looks.)]
[ Her mouth is open and pliant around him, and Hei stifles a low noise, hips stirring under her -- not pushy, but with a fractured sort of patience, like a horse at a starting gate. His breath is heavy with the rapid rise and fall of his chest, whole body throbbing with restraint, but his gaze stays steady and calm. When she starts to sink wholly down on him -- not sudden but easing into it -- his response comes as a choked, startled cry. He's not very vocal in any context, but this. This. ]
Korra-- Shit.
[ His fingers knot tighter in her hair, and for a moment his eyes slip shut. It's an effort not to jerk up into her mouth, or to accidentally hurt her; she is so very new at this, all zest and a minimal of skill, but perhaps just as heady a combination as jaded experience could ever be. Flexing his fingers across her scalp, he breathes out, ] Try to -- draw the air from -- the sides of your mouth as you come up. And breathe out through -- [ fuck fuck fuck ] -- your nose as you go down. [ He hopes she won't ask him how he knows this particular trick. (It's what he uses when he wants to hide tubular objects in his throat to evade surveillance.) ]
[She almost chokes on the sounds he makes -- or, more accurately, on her vicious satisfaction, which momentarily distracts her. She gags a little and comes up quickly to catch her breath. Coughing, but undeterred.]
Right.
[She tries again using that little trick, slowly working her way deeper and deeper.]
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[ 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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[ 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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[ 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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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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(It's part torture, part buying for time as she tries to figure out the best way to get revenge. In the end, she opts for challenge instead.)
Still without offering any pressure beyond the brush of her lips, Korra sinks slowly onto him. (Very slowly, as she struggles to split her attention between his reaction and making sure her throat is relaxed so she doesn't gag. It's harder than it looks.)]
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Korra-- Shit.
[ His fingers knot tighter in her hair, and for a moment his eyes slip shut. It's an effort not to jerk up into her mouth, or to accidentally hurt her; she is so very new at this, all zest and a minimal of skill, but perhaps just as heady a combination as jaded experience could ever be. Flexing his fingers across her scalp, he breathes out, ] Try to -- draw the air from -- the sides of your mouth as you come up. And breathe out through -- [ fuck fuck fuck ] -- your nose as you go down. [ He hopes she won't ask him how he knows this particular trick. (It's what he uses when he wants to hide tubular objects in his throat to evade surveillance.) ]
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[She tries again using that little trick, slowly working her way deeper and deeper.]
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