[ Hei traces his lips across her skin, stirring in his own heat. Breathing ragged. Frustration rising. But even so, he sets aside a portion of awareness to Korra's reactions, to keeping his own touches lulling, careful. Because he does want this, and would rather not have it end with the lingering regret that it could've been better. Less a reconfirmation that he's incapable of one scrap of kindness. (As if it matters. A few nice kisses, a slow fuck, none of that erases the futility of what this is.) ]
[ He rubs his cheek along the warm skin between her breasts, teasing now with a hint of teeth. Sucks one nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. He pulls free with a slurping sound and leaves the nipple all shiny, with faint marks where his teeth have been. Then the same with the other. He's only ever been with two women who got off on having their breasts really worked on. Spurred by a kind of hungry curiosity, he shifts to thread one leg between hers, pressing against her as he keeps going -- teeth and lips and tongue and fingers, as if he's working on a puzzle that requires total concentration. ]
[Little keening noises pepper her heavy breathes. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, letting all her awareness settle on her body. The shocks of pleasure-pain from his teeth, the scrape of his stubble, the tug as her hair gets caught until her shoulders and inadvertently pulled. Sinking into herself is like slipping into a hot bath, except the greedy heat is thicker than water.
Sparks explode when he presses his leg against her. She grabs his shoulders, nailing digging in hard, and locks her thighs around him, trying to pull him closer. Harder.]
[ Hei bites her breasts a degree harder, leaving dark half-moon marks on the soft flesh as her cries echo in his bones. Not cruel, but definitely upping the aggression. When she traps his thigh between hers, her nails biting into his skin, he stifles a sound, obeying that strain in his own muscles as his body tells him to press closer, to eliminate any space between them. His leg presses against the juncture of her thighs with an insistent kind of pressure. He rocks it slowly back and forth, letting her zipper press against her slit while he continues mouthing her breasts, scraping his teeth along the pebbly aureoles in time to her erratic breathing. ]
[ She can probably feel his erection trapped between them -- a solid outline down the leg of his slacks. A hard reminder that this is just a warmup. ]
[She grinds against him and it's still not enough. Her underwear is already damp & sticky; she's half-convinced it'll soak through her jeans, he's pressing so hard, but it's just not enough. (She can hear Hatter's voice, you just suffer from it not being well done and the memory of that entire conversation makes her squirm with equal parts embarrassment and want.) One hand releases his shoulders and slides down to fumble with the button of her jeans. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her thigh, but she feels entitled to a little selfish wanting.]
[ When her hand jostles between them to undo her jeans, Hei gets the message. He drags his teeth along the skin of one breast and clutches the other in his hand, digging his fingernails into it and feeling her nipple against his palm -- before he lets go. Glances up at her with a half-smile that borders on sharp but doesn't quite get there -- a rarity, for him. Her skin feels slightly damp, either from his mouth or the humidity, he doesn't know which. Slowly, he drags himself lower, aware of his five o'clock shadow scraping her ribs and not really caring. ]
[ Fitting himself at the juncture of her thighs, he undoes the button of her jeans. Takes her zipper between two fingers, and down it goes, slowly, tooth by tooth. Skinning her jeans down to her ankles, he leaves the underwear in place. Her panties are almost transparently damp. He leans in to mouth at her, pressing the flat of his tongue against the fabric over and over, laving over the heat of it, scraping his teeth along the panel above her clit. It's a tease, but there's none of the usual wickedness to it. ]
[ It's hungry and almost-honest, like he can't help himself. ]
[She's never really liked having her pants around her ankles, like they're cuffs, hobbling her. Her legs still wrapped around him, Korra kicks and pushes them the rest of the way off. It's an awkward endeavor, especially with the bulk of her attention focused on his tongue. She grabs onto his hair and holds on for dear life.]
You are the worst tease. [The sarcasm is ruined by an aching whimper.]
[ It's with a catch in his breath as her fingers fist tight into his hair. He lets her wiggle until the jeans are off -- any other time it might be amusing: the almost-naked girl doing the frog kick in her underwear to the creak-creak of the mattress. But right now Hei is too busy lapping at her through the material of her panties, sucking slowly at the fabric. One hand slides underneath her to cup her backside, full and neatly perky and fitting so perfectly against his palm, while the fingertips of his other hand stroke up over to where the elastic sits just above a triangle of damp curls -- until he pushes Korra's underwear to one side and lowers his mouth to where she's hot and slick and pulsing, with nothing between them. ]
[ No games. No tortuous routes. Just a greedy intensity that skirts the boundaries of being unbearable. ]
Yeah yea- [She covers her mouth, trying to choke back a scream. She digs her heels into his back and bites her fingers. His mouth is hot and wet and if she weren't already lying down, she'd fall over, dizzy with desire. At least he's not playing his usual game. Even though she enjoys the competition and the struggle for control, tonight is not a night for games. They're rebuilding bridges, brick by brick -- with words, with touch. Their usual games would only get in the way.]
[ The room -- or maybe just the want bubbling under Hei's skin -- is hot enough that he feels a droplet of sweat streaking down his spine. Responding to the drum of Korra's heels against his back, he presses in tighter. Licks up and down the wet seam of her, once, twice, tentative but also needy. Her pubic hair is tangled in a peak just above her clit, and the material of her panties bunches up until it's in the way. He stops for a moment to yank the scrap down and off, narrowly avoiding the impulse to tear it. Spreading her knees so he can get in more easily, he uses his fingers to separate her and then traces his tongue along the length of her, loving how the taste changes from front to back: tart to almost astringent. ]
[ His intention is to take his time with this -- to savor her -- but Hei's never claimed to be an expert at that. Not with the way she's choking back those tasty little screams and squirming under him. ]
[Restraint has never been one of Korra's virtues either. She tries to hold it in, to stretch this out, but Hei is being absolutely no help in that regard. Biting her hand only pushes her higher with its sharp sting.
Incoherent cries rip out of her throat, increasingly loud as she climbs higher. When she trips over the edge, it's with a ragged gasp, just short of a scream.]
[ In some ways it's a predictable pattern -- the slow climb, the jittery moment of teetering on the edge, the final, inevitable plunge. There is truth to it, too, the theory that bodies and mechanics go hand-in-hand. But that's not what's Hei's interested in. It's those noises Korra lets off that send shivers spidering out from his center. It's the way she feels, the flutter-clench of her under his tongue and the way her body tenses as she rides it out. ]
[ He keeps going, closing his mouth around the mound of her and sucking hard at her clit, lapping at it in fast figure-eights to see if she's too oversensitive or she can push past this peak and crest again. ]
[It's just short of too much. She's probably pulling some of his hair out, as tightly as she's gripping it. She straddles the line between pleasure and pain and it hurts so much but it's a delicious ache.
There's not much higher she can go. A minute more and she explodes beneath him before collapsing, boneless and panting, back on the bed.]
You're gonna have to give me a minute. [Her throat feels raw from screaming. I need water. But she can't bring herself to move.] Hope you're not in a hurry.
[ When she slumps into the the mattress, Hei draws back far enough to regard her, a smile quirking at the corners of his shiny mouth. His skull tingles sharply where she's yanked a few hairs out, but he resist the urge to make cracks about bald-spots. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand instead, and climbs up across her. His breathing isn't erratic but there's a weight behind each exhale, as if the impatience is a palpable throb against his sternum. His erection strains dizzyingly against the confines of his slacks. ]
[ But there's a warmth in his gaze too -- an affection, almost. In the hot room, Korra's skin sparkles with salt. He kisses the sweat off her hips, her nipples, her shoulders and neck. She tastes as though her entire body is crying. Curling across her, he draws in her fevery warmth through his skin, fingers cradling the line of her jaw. ]
And if I am? [ It's a lazy murmur, evidence in itself that he's not going anywhere. ]
[ He sucks in a breath between his teeth when she rubs him, and resists the urge to snatch her wrist and bring it back to the bulge in his slacks when she pushes him off. Instead he sits up, half-propped against the pillows jammed up against the headboard, where he habitually pounds them in his sleep. The night table is stacked with books and old magazines; there's a small jug of tepid water and a glass set at the corner -- but not enough to slake both their thirsts. ]
[ To Korra, he offers a nod, ] Hm. [ That's a Yes, please. ]
All right. [She looks at her clothes on the floor, the blanket trapped under Hei, and then decides it's not worth it. Naked, she heads into the kitchen. She grabs two cups and gets water from the sink. She's about to leave when she notices the melting fruitsicles and that jelly dish still on the table. The fruitsicles she sticks in the freezer, but she shifts the cups so that she can grab the plate and carry it with her back to the bedroom.]
[ Outside the window, the sun has set. The soft darkness of Hei's room is slatted with pale streaks of orangish light from the lamps that line the sidewalk. His eyes are closed when Korra enters the room. He seems asleep, but of course he's not -- it's not often that Hei gets a lie-in, especially in moments like this. He stirs and opens his eyes -- and the plate is greeted with an eyebrow that ranges from anything from It's not jelly I'm in the mood for to You'd better not be thinking of food at a time like this. ]
[ He's never been one to turn down a snack. But right now more visceral appetites are spiking in the forefront. ]
[ Eventually, dryly, ]
I just had a snack, remember?
[ It might be innuendo. It might be a reminder of the popsicles he slurped earlier. Or both. ]
Ha. Ha. [Yeah, okay, maybe she's a little red. She makes a face at him and sets the plate on the nightstand. She sits on the edge of the bed before handing him one of the glasses. It's weird, sitting here like this -- naked and drinking water like it's no big deal.
Better not think too hard about it. She takes a sip of her water and reaches out to rub him through his pants. She'd say something flirty, but everything she can think of sounds stupid.]
[ Hei won't deny there's a surreal intimacy to this -- the old adage of breaking bread and friendship takes on a whole new spin when you're naked. Still, he doesn't pay it much mind, stretching out in the sheets instead. When she hands him a glass, he smiles, genuine even if it's only a small twitch to his mouth, shifting over on the bed to take the water. He drinks like a child, three steady gulps, setting the empty glass on the nightstand, next to the jelly, and wiping his mouth with his wrist. ]
[ When Korra palms him through his slacks, there's a hitch in his breathing. Snatching her arm -- with a moment to pluck the glass from her hand and put it aside -- he yanks her in close to straddle his lap. Backlit by the slanted rays of light, she seems so bright and entirely alive, like a treat that's just burst out of a cake -- Tadaaa!
[She makes a face at him and digs her knees into his sides, a light scold.] Watch it. [But she leans forward to kiss him anyway. His erection throbs against her inner thigh. She scoots back, making sure to never break contact with it, and reaches down to undo his pants.]
If you get bossy, I'll stop. [Consider that fair warning.]
[ Hei ignores her prodding knees, his lips teasing hers as he presses into the kiss. His hands slip up and down her back, along the curve of her waist to the dip and roll of spine and backside, a smooth undulant plane of heat, before he brings his hands to the front of her torso, fitting them over her breasts. A stuttery noise catches in his throat and she slides back along the length of his erection, reaching to unbutton his pants. At her warning he tilts his head, forehead rolling warm and a little damp against hers. His tone is wry and warm as he murmurs, ]
So you just take what you want and leave me hanging. [ With a tinge of mock-affront, ] I see how it is.
Oh, like you're not getting anything out of it. [She rolls her eyes and punctuates this by slipping his cock out. She runs her thumb along the length of him and circles it around the head.]
[ The taut muscles of his abdomen twitch as she draws him out, and the next breath he inhales is just a little shaky, just a little stuttered, as he swallows before speaking. The tone, though, is still measured and steady in tandem with his gaze and his pulse, ]
That depends on what you plan to do.
[ A blowjob. A fuck. Just a lazy back-and-forth of kisses and teases. He's amenable to all three, although, like a majority of his sex, Option B is bolded, italicized and underlined. ]
[ Between the press of teeth into his lower-lip and quiet little exhales, Hei doesn't look away, his forehead pressing against the curve of Korra's neck and shoulder. His hand wraps around hers -- he drags it away on a brief pause to lick her palm and provide a fraction more of slickness before resuming with a firmer grip. Lips against her throat, printing sticky kisses, he says, ]
I had green tea jelly in mind. But...
[ But if she's in the mood for something else, he's hardly one to complain. ]
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[ He rubs his cheek along the warm skin between her breasts, teasing now with a hint of teeth. Sucks one nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. He pulls free with a slurping sound and leaves the nipple all shiny, with faint marks where his teeth have been. Then the same with the other. He's only ever been with two women who got off on having their breasts really worked on. Spurred by a kind of hungry curiosity, he shifts to thread one leg between hers, pressing against her as he keeps going -- teeth and lips and tongue and fingers, as if he's working on a puzzle that requires total concentration. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sparks explode when he presses his leg against her. She grabs his shoulders, nailing digging in hard, and locks her thighs around him, trying to pull him closer. Harder.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ She can probably feel his erection trapped between them -- a solid outline down the leg of his slacks. A hard reminder that this is just a warmup. ]
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[ Fitting himself at the juncture of her thighs, he undoes the button of her jeans. Takes her zipper between two fingers, and down it goes, slowly, tooth by tooth. Skinning her jeans down to her ankles, he leaves the underwear in place. Her panties are almost transparently damp. He leans in to mouth at her, pressing the flat of his tongue against the fabric over and over, laving over the heat of it, scraping his teeth along the panel above her clit. It's a tease, but there's none of the usual wickedness to it. ]
[ It's hungry and almost-honest, like he can't help himself. ]
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You are the worst tease. [The sarcasm is ruined by an aching whimper.]
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[ It's with a catch in his breath as her fingers fist tight into his hair. He lets her wiggle until the jeans are off -- any other time it might be amusing: the almost-naked girl doing the frog kick in her underwear to the creak-creak of the mattress. But right now Hei is too busy lapping at her through the material of her panties, sucking slowly at the fabric. One hand slides underneath her to cup her backside, full and neatly perky and fitting so perfectly against his palm, while the fingertips of his other hand stroke up over to where the elastic sits just above a triangle of damp curls -- until he pushes Korra's underwear to one side and lowers his mouth to where she's hot and slick and pulsing, with nothing between them. ]
[ No games. No tortuous routes. Just a greedy intensity that skirts the boundaries of being unbearable. ]
Sunday! \^^/
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[ His intention is to take his time with this -- to savor her -- but Hei's never claimed to be an expert at that. Not with the way she's choking back those tasty little screams and squirming under him. ]
[ No, this isn't going to take long at all. ]
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Incoherent cries rip out of her throat, increasingly loud as she climbs higher. When she trips over the edge, it's with a ragged gasp, just short of a scream.]
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[ He keeps going, closing his mouth around the mound of her and sucking hard at her clit, lapping at it in fast figure-eights to see if she's too oversensitive or she can push past this peak and crest again. ]
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There's not much higher she can go. A minute more and she explodes beneath him before collapsing, boneless and panting, back on the bed.]
You're gonna have to give me a minute. [Her throat feels raw from screaming. I need water. But she can't bring herself to move.] Hope you're not in a hurry.
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[ But there's a warmth in his gaze too -- an affection, almost. In the hot room, Korra's skin sparkles with salt. He kisses the sweat off her hips, her nipples, her shoulders and neck. She tastes as though her entire body is crying. Curling across her, he draws in her fevery warmth through his skin, fingers cradling the line of her jaw. ]
And if I am? [ It's a lazy murmur, evidence in itself that he's not going anywhere. ]
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Then you'll have to take care of this [she rubs his erection through the fabric of his pants] by yourself.
And I seriously need a glass of water. [She pushes him off reluctantly.] You want one?
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[ To Korra, he offers a nod, ] Hm. [ That's a Yes, please. ]
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[ He's never been one to turn down a snack. But right now more visceral appetites are spiking in the forefront. ]
[ Eventually, dryly, ]
I just had a snack, remember?
[ It might be innuendo. It might be a reminder of the popsicles he slurped earlier. Or both. ]
Re: Sunday! \^^/
Better not think too hard about it. She takes a sip of her water and reaches out to rub him through his pants. She'd say something flirty, but everything she can think of sounds stupid.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ When Korra palms him through his slacks, there's a hitch in his breathing. Snatching her arm -- with a moment to pluck the glass from her hand and put it aside -- he yanks her in close to straddle his lap. Backlit by the slanted rays of light, she seems so bright and entirely alive, like a treat that's just burst out of a cake -- Tadaaa!
Sunday! \^^/
[She makes a face at him and digs her knees into his sides, a light scold.] Watch it. [But she leans forward to kiss him anyway. His erection throbs against her inner thigh. She scoots back, making sure to never break contact with it, and reaches down to undo his pants.]
If you get bossy, I'll stop. [Consider that fair warning.]
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So you just take what you want and leave me hanging. [ With a tinge of mock-affront, ] I see how it is.
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That depends on what you plan to do.
[ A blowjob. A fuck. Just a lazy back-and-forth of kisses and teases. He's amenable to all three, although, like a majority of his sex, Option B is bolded, italicized and underlined. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Well. You did ask me over to taste something...
[Plan? Hah. She doesn't have a plan. She's operating on pure desire and whimsy.]
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I had green tea jelly in mind. But...
[ But if she's in the mood for something else, he's hardly one to complain. ]
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