[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.]
[ The bites eke a hissed noise out from between his teeth, just at the edge of a curse. As she rides his lap, rocking her hips faster and squeezing her muscles, his arousal ratchets up to a deep simmer. Letting his head roll against hers, her hair tickling his cheek, Hei pushes up harder under her, short grinding jabs in time to her cries, to the hitches in his own pulse. He's holding her tight now, his hands splayed wide around her ribs, supporting her, restraining her from going faster than she has to. ]
[ Too much movement feels superfluous right now. He'd much rather absorb that wet rhythmic nip of her muscles, the way they make his pulse skitter and his eyes flutter shut. Much rather keep her -- and himself -- on the fringes of a burn before the tension strings too tight to be restrained anymore, everything combusting into a bright-red flare. ]
[Korra pushes against him, trying to loosen his grip, whining in frustration as she fails. It's not that she doesn't want to savor it; she's just so used to their encounters being hard and fast, a dizzying rush to the finish line rather than this leisurely stroll. If her thoughts weren't drowned out by pleasure, she'd be confused. Why the gifts? Why the hotel instead of his apartment? Why the hours of foreplay and now this languid connection?
She may not have the awareness to put these questions into words, but they come through her touch, in the way she finds and bites at the throb of his pulse, the way her nails claw across his chest.]
[ On one level, it's selfish. The package was a peace-offering to circumvent questions. The hotel: ditto. On another level, he's trying, in his own roundabout way, to test the so-called virtues of patience in a sphere beyond manipulation. It's not too different from how some young men try out different speeds on a sportscar. That, and he's grown almost fond of Korra -- or just her body, maybe. It offers an incentive to treat her like a living thing instead of a void to eject all his frustration into. ]
[ (That, and the bloodbath and violence of that last weekend is too fresh in his memory. He's not against the idea of a respite -- a palliative of slowness instead of his usual bang-and-burn dash.)]
[ Hei hums lightly at the rake of her nails and teeth. There's a question bubbling in each touch, but right now his mind -- like his body -- is lazy and overheated with the slow build of sensation. Spanning her closer with one arm, he gathers her hair out of the way, glancing past the tight nipples and slope of belly, her skin a dozen colors in the lampglow, to where she takes him in. Sinking down, bit by bit, then back up in a slick sweep. (Next time, he thinks hazily, I'm fucking her in front of a mirror. ) ]
[ Nudging his mouth against hers, he worries her lower-lip with his teeth while he slips a hand between their bodies. The pad of his thumb finds her clit, barely circling -- not forcing her to the edge but kicking the heat up a few notches. ]
[His teasing nibbles reopen the cut on her lip, smearing a thin trail of blood, and she hisses. Her bruises are throbbing and her muscles are burning from the prolonged exertion. (If she'd known they'd be doing this tonight, she wouldn't have pushed herself so hard in training this morning.) A part of her can't help thinking Come on!]
[ Hei tastes the blood on his tongue, a smudge of metallic rust, but despite the murmur at the back of his mind that's equal parts Unhygienic and Risky, he licks the taste from the corners of her mouth with an unrepentant purr. The moment is enjoyable for how languorous it is, but now he lures her closer against him. No longer restraining, but surging up under her, tight short strokes, his low gasps building toward a rhythm timed with his movements as his thumb rubs harder against her slick clit. ]
[ His look is dark-eyed and dreamy, but somehow silent as space, as if he's hanging in an ether between freedom and exquisite restraint. ]
[Finally. She might have groaned that against his mouth.
The look in his eyes disconcerts her just a little. It's not that frightening detachment he gets sometimes, but she doesn't know what to make of it. She clenches around him and drags her nails hard down his chest, leaving a trail of angry red marks on his body, trying to drag him back down with her.]
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She watches him from the corner of her eye, taking in his every reaction.]
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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.
When he reaches for a condom, she twists hard in an attempt to flip him over. She'll take care of the condom herself.]
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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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[ 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.
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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.]
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Not true!
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[ Too much movement feels superfluous right now. He'd much rather absorb that wet rhythmic nip of her muscles, the way they make his pulse skitter and his eyes flutter shut. Much rather keep her -- and himself -- on the fringes of a burn before the tension strings too tight to be restrained anymore, everything combusting into a bright-red flare. ]
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She may not have the awareness to put these questions into words, but they come through her touch, in the way she finds and bites at the throb of his pulse, the way her nails claw across his chest.]
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[ (That, and the bloodbath and violence of that last weekend is too fresh in his memory. He's not against the idea of a respite -- a palliative of slowness instead of his usual bang-and-burn dash.)]
[ Hei hums lightly at the rake of her nails and teeth. There's a question bubbling in each touch, but right now his mind -- like his body -- is lazy and overheated with the slow build of sensation. Spanning her closer with one arm, he gathers her hair out of the way, glancing past the tight nipples and slope of belly, her skin a dozen colors in the lampglow, to where she takes him in. Sinking down, bit by bit, then back up in a slick sweep. (Next time, he thinks hazily, I'm fucking her in front of a mirror. ) ]
[ Nudging his mouth against hers, he worries her lower-lip with his teeth while he slips a hand between their bodies. The pad of his thumb finds her clit, barely circling -- not forcing her to the edge but kicking the heat up a few notches. ]
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[ His look is dark-eyed and dreamy, but somehow silent as space, as if he's hanging in an ether between freedom and exquisite restraint. ]
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The look in his eyes disconcerts her just a little. It's not that frightening detachment he gets sometimes, but she doesn't know what to make of it. She clenches around him and drags her nails hard down his chest, leaving a trail of angry red marks on his body, trying to drag him back down with her.]
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