[ 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.]
[ He's trying so, so hard not buck up into her mouth. But honestly, how can he not? The way her eyes gleam in the lamplight, the way her hair brushes his thighs, the wet channel of her mouth -- It's too fucking much, forces him to let one hand go from her hair to scrabble for a grip on the bedding while his other cradles her skull. His hips rock very slightly before he forces them to press back against the mattress, the long muscles of his thighs ticcing. A rush of heat washes over him as she works her way deeper, but he stifles a noise and keeps perfectly still. He's barely breathing. ]
[She doesn't quite make it all the way down -- maybe about three-quarters -- when her throat tells her Enough. Try again next time, but this is as deep as it goes today. Still sunk down on him, she sucks gently, and then comes back up again, scraping her teeth along both sides as she does.
She watches him from the corner of her eye, taking in his every reaction.]
[ What she sees will be Hei, miles away, eyes closed and mouth half-parted, the dark arch of his neck punctuated by the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows. Quiet little noises barely make it past his lips; Korra's mouth feels molten, swirling and tickling him as she bobs up and down the length of his erection. With every downstroke, he almost melts, breathing thready as his whole body seems to open up, to soften and sink like a strip of warm taffy -- only to tense into a long strained arch when she slides back up. Head lolling against the pillows, Hei hisses curses under his breath, his fingers tangled in her hair like reins now, gathering it back to admire the sight of her full-mouthed face. ]
Good. That's so good, [ A quiet moan that's also an order. ] Harder.
[Nope. Denied. You had your chance to make requests, sir, Korra will do precisely what she wants to do. Instead of going harder, she goes softer, and replaces the scrape of teeth with swirls of tongue.]
[ She slows instead of picking up the pace, and Hei lets a frustrated noise vibrate in his throat, jerking forward, his grip fierce in her hair. All his focus is on the liquid heat of her mouth, the small twitches of his erection and the unbearable tension radiating through every other muscle. It's not enough -- not enough to get off and not enough to take the edge off and it feels like he might burst. ]
[ Swallowing thickly, he props himself on the elbow of his free arm. Lets her hair go with the other hand to reach down and trail his hand lightly from her shoulder to her breasts. He pinches a nipple sharply between rough fingers, twisting and tugging -- half-warning for Korra not to play games with him, half-distraction for himself, something to deflect his mind off this terrible energy pent up inside him, with nowhere for it to go. ]
[ When she draws back, it pulls a stuttery noise from Hei -- annoyance, protest. Need makes him look for a moment like a choir boy -- hair mussed and eyes shiny and expression soft. Then he scowls and lunges at her and the effect is spoiled. Pushing her back, he makes his body heavy on hers, his erection painting a liquid dab on her belly, one hand splayed flat on her shoulder while he twists her hair in his other fist to get at her mouth. Kissing her is sublime. After the hot bath, he feels overwarm and tingling, everywhere moist and sensitive. But all his patience has melded into a volcanic physical meltdown at this point, greed flaring up into the kind of propulsive heat he associates with mid-battle adrenaline, edging all softness out. ]
[ On a vicious little smile, he bites playfully at her mouth, sucks on her lips and tongue before breathing, ]
...Please. [ It's not an entreaty, but an aspersion. She should know by now he doesn't play fair. ]
[ Hei hovers over her, a bubble of sound breaking loose from him as she stirs against the straining flesh of his erection, every bit of friction exquisite. With one hand he pins her wrists over her head, while the other slips between her thighs, the heel of his palm grinding against her mons. Half-pinning her, breathing hard against her mouth, he holds her sex like a peach, squeezing before pushing two fingers into her slick folds. Her clit pulses under his thumb. ]
Like I need to spell it out. [ A biting kiss, slicked with the faintest traces of blood, even as he breaks it and glances at the bedside table, reaching with his free arm for the sealed box of condoms these hotels always provide. Not his usual brand, but he'd rather avoid the walk back to the tub for his clothes -- and wallet -- if he can. ]
[The blood leaves a salty tang on her tongue (Oops did she do that?); she licks into his mouth, trying to find and soothe the cut. And then bites hard enough to draw blood when he pins her down and thrusts his fingers inside.]
You've got a real problem with talking, don't you? [the words, panted out, are both teasing and true.
When he reaches for a condom, she twists hard in an attempt to flip him over. She'll take care of the condom herself.]
[ At the bite, a harsh sound catches in his throat -- not pain but encouragement. There's a headspinning impulse to push her knees back, and to slide all the way into her, deep enough to feel her heartbeat throbbing at the tip of his erection. Instead he wrestles down an insistence that's sparking into a full-out flare, and breathes in her words, licking up the traces of them -- the tang of his blood -- with his tongue along hers. Even as he reaches for the condoms, he feels her buck against him, and his breath stutters before he lets it out with a half-laugh, allowing her to tumble him onto his back. ]
[ With Korra perched astride him, the stained-glass lamps throwing colored patterns on the expanse of her dark skin, he eases his weight back against the sheets, half-propped up by the pillows. He doesn't hand her the condom right away. He checks it first -- the risk of hotel condoms is that there's always some sicko who takes perverse delight in sticking a pin through them, leaving them useless and dangerous. Satisfied there's nothing there, he tears the foil open, then hands her the rubber. ]
[Korra takes the condom, suddenly a little nervous. It feels strange in her hands. She doesn't try to put it on him yet; overtaken by curiosity, she starts unrolling it on her fingers. (She may need a little direction at this point.)]
[ Hei lets her puzzle the condom out for a moment. In any other circumstances, the way she studies it, bright-eyed and curious as a child with a hanayama puzzle, would be amusing. But the fabric of his patience, always threadbare, is threatening to rip at the seams right now. Before she ends up rolling it in the wrong direction, or too far down its length, he takes over. His hands cover hers; he guides her not with words but with a straightforward demonstration, the way he'd been taught so many years ago. Shows her how to determine which way the condom rolls by using her fingers. How to settle it over the head of his erection, pinching the tip shut, then carefully rolling the rubber down his shaft, smoothing any air bubbles in an offhand motion. ]
[ Once it's fitted in place, he murmurs, only slightly breathless, ] See? Just a brain -- and a working pair of hands. [ Stretching his neck forward, he nips at her lower-lip, teasing, ] Occasionally, sobriety is also a plus.
[Straightforward demonstration -- just the way Korra likes it. She takes in the lesson and files it away.]
I'm not the one always reaching for the liquor bottle. [murmured against his lips, both teasing and true. She shifts, taking hold of him and positioning him at her entrance.]
[ Hei pinches her hip, hard enough to squeeze a sound out of her. ] I'm not the one who barely needs a sip to be three sheets to the wind. [ The archness of the remark is undercut by the way his breath sharpens, the ridges of ribs defined against his skin as she guides him toward that slick place. His palms settle at her waist, fingers clutching, gathering her closer as he rocks his hips under her. A slip-side, a push, a moment of slippery resistant pressure -- and smooth as slipping into a dance, he sinks up into her, feeling her stretching exquisitely around him -- a sweet shudder and a shock of Ohhhh. ]
[He's rewarded with an indignant sound that is perilously close to a squeak, and whacks his shoulder.]
Not true!
[He thrusts up into her and further protests fly from her thoughts. She lets out a shuddering breath and leans over, her arms resting on his chest, her head buried against his shoulder.]
[ The sensation as she sinks all the way down makes his whole body flare. Licks of fire leaping up his spine. He arches up under her to meet her warmth, fingers no longer digging, but splaying across her back, encouraging her to dip over him. He gnaws under her jaw, her hair tickling his nose as he inhales the spicysweet scent of faded shampoo and Korra hiding beside her nape. The warm weight of her bearing down on him, covering him, diffuses all extraneous thought and leaves him with the right now, the curtain of her hair everywhere and her heated breath on his skin. ]
[ Eventually, his lower-lip set against his teeth to stifle sounds, he grips her hipbones, and shows her how to move. Not up and down, but back and forth, as if on a rocker. Slowly, at first, guiding her hands to settle on his chest for leverage. Then, as he finds a pleasing angle, moving his own palms up her ribs to her breasts, squeezing them together. Lolling against the pillows, his look is libidinously dark-eyed and indulgent, the faint traces of a smile pressed in kisses to her mouth -- one after the other. ]
[She focuses on her breathing, timing each breath to match the rocking of her hips: slow and steady. Her body is sticky with sweat, both hers & his, and she suddenly thinks I'm going to need a shower after this. Which makes her think of the time they (almost) had sex in a shower. She wonders if they should try that again. Wonders if they'll have to leave here when they're done, or if they'll fall asleep back to back like before.
Then he squeezes her breasts and completely derails that train of thought. Her fingers curl, nails digging into his chest, as she punctuates each kiss with little moans and sighs.]
[ For once Hei isn't thinking that far ahead. The moment wraps him up in a warm contented cocoon -- enough to hedge in his default urge to chart out the next series of steps. Each time she rocks forward, against appreciated angles, he responds, moving his hips in a figure eight motion, stomach grinding stomach with a slick and rhythmic friction. Slow and steady -- never his usual way where these encounters are concerned. But then, girls like Korra aren't his usual preference either. Being with her is an exception that proves an otherwise ironclad rule -- and, in turn, requires an equally exceptional patience on his part. ]
[ The noises he exhales are muted as always -- raspy and syncopated between breaths coming in jittery intervals. Kneading her breasts, plumping them high, he lets the nipples catch between pinching fingers, then, as he leans forward, biting teeth. Clear sweat beads along her skin like grape-clustered stars -- he laps at it, letting his tongue explore the hollow at the base of her throat, feeling her pulse beat there. ]
[He'll feel her pulse thrum erratically, racing and skipping with his every touch. Korra moans against him and sinks her teeth into his shoulder. She rocks, clenches, squeezes, bites harder with every thrust.]
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smirkaura of innocence.]I'm just returning the favor. I can stop, if it's too much for you.
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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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Right.
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Good. That's so good, [ A quiet moan that's also an order. ] Harder.
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[ Swallowing thickly, he props himself on the elbow of his free arm. Lets her hair go with the other hand to reach down and trail his hand lightly from her shoulder to her breasts. He pinches a nipple sharply between rough fingers, twisting and tugging -- half-warning for Korra not to play games with him, half-distraction for himself, something to deflect his mind off this terrible energy pent up inside him, with nowhere for it to go. ]
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Hey, you had your chance. If you want something, you have to say please.
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[ On a vicious little smile, he bites playfully at her mouth, sucks on her lips and tongue before breathing, ]
...Please. [ It's not an entreaty, but an aspersion. She should know by now he doesn't play fair. ]
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Please what?
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Like I need to spell it out. [ A biting kiss, slicked with the faintest traces of blood, even as he breaks it and glances at the bedside table, reaching with his free arm for the sealed box of condoms these hotels always provide. Not his usual brand, but he'd rather avoid the walk back to the tub for his clothes -- and wallet -- if he can. ]
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You've got a real problem with talking, don't you? [the words, panted out, are both teasing and true.
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[ With Korra perched astride him, the stained-glass lamps throwing colored patterns on the expanse of her dark skin, he eases his weight back against the sheets, half-propped up by the pillows. He doesn't hand her the condom right away. He checks it first -- the risk of hotel condoms is that there's always some sicko who takes perverse delight in sticking a pin through them, leaving them useless and dangerous. Satisfied there's nothing there, he tears the foil open, then hands her the rubber. ]
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