[ 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. ]
[ There's a shudder as her warm breath hits his straining flesh, his lids dropping half-closed for a moment. When she takes him into her mouth, his hips rock, pushing upward, not hard, but with a determined claiming of territory. The noise he makes is little more than a jittery exhale, the strips of contrabass too faint to be an actual groan. His fingers creep through the strands of her hair. He flexes them, stroking her scalp with the tips of them -- a silent bid for more. ]
[One hand goes to his left hip and pushes it down firmly. She breaks away just long enough to say] Remember what I said about the bossy.
[She's been on the receiving end; she knows how impossible it can be to control your hips with the pressure and the pleasure build. But she also knows he's kind of a control freak. She can't break him of that particular habit, but she doesn't plan on encouraging it.
Message delivered, she sinks back down, using that trick he had taught her before to work her way practically to the base.
Seriously, he better not move his hips, or she would choke. Literally.]
[ Hei tries to speak around a thready breath -- How am I supposed to stay still? -- but all thought deliquesces as, on the downbeat, her mouth sinks wholly without warning around him. There's no easing into it -- just wet friction and heat that kicks up several degrees -- and his hands card through her hair to grasp it in a thick bunch at her nape while he tries to get his bearings. ]
Fuck.
[ Suddenly, her hand splayed over his hip, firm and with that strength her body frequently hints at, insistent that he stay still -- it's a necessary anchor. The motionlessness costs him; his cock feels painfully rigid, pulsing in the wet confines of her mouth. But the pressure of her tongue and jaw squeezes him delightfully. ]
[Good boy. She almost says that out loud as she comes back up, but instead just scrapes her teeth gently across the head of his shaft before plunging back down. She doesn't understand people who love giving blowjobs. Physically, at least, she finds it kind of uncomfortable. Her jaw is already stiff from making sure her teeth aren't in the way, and her throat keeps threatening to choke on her. It's an effort not to cough.
But she likes the reaction it gets out of him: the curses it rips from his throat, the desperate pull on her hair, the break in his iron control. She likes the the power it gives her.
She keeps her hand firmly planted on his hip as she sets a slow and steady rhythm. (The occasional scrape of her teeth against his shaft is wholly accidental, but hopefully not unpleasant.)]
[ It's better that she doesn't say it. Good boy wouldn't go down too well with him. As it is his breath comes out sharp and strained, interspersed with quiet threads of sound. His hands flex in Korra's hair, strands tangling as his fingers flutter uselessly then dig in tight, like Hei needs something to hang on to or he'll fall off the edge of the world. It isn't the most fantastic or mindblowing blowjob but he loves how into it she seems, even if it's purely for the power-play. It's a double-edged power, after all. She may be in-control, like Delilah cutting Samson's hair, but experience has shown Hei that the one being serviced is usually the one who comes out on top. ]
[ Pun intended. ]
[ Of course all that is far from his mind right now. Forcibly, he stops himself from jerking. It's not an easy thing; it's actually near-impossible because he wants so very badly to thrust his hips up into the perfect wet of Korra's mouth. The scrape of her teeth on oversensitive skin sends bright colors corkscrewing behind his eyes. In other circumstances it'd be painful. But he's too aroused -- has too much sexual energy cathected into the act. It's all busy but glorious and there's a Fuck fuck fuck slipping in near-indecipherable streams from his lips before he tenses, squeezing a handful of her hair to exhale -- ]
Fuck me.
[ Most men would groan it. Hei almost croons it. Fuck me, not Let me fuck you, as if he's trying even now to inject a careful neutrality into the moment. ]
[ She stares at him, and he can't help but think it's so fucking hot -- the bright eyes and messy snarls of hair, her lips red and moist and his erection slicked with her saliva. Firmly, Hei tugs her by the nape, disengaging her mouth off his head with a wet pop. It's fleeting but somehow also fevery when he leans in to kiss her, and she can probably feel the edges of his faint smile, ]
Slow on the uptake, aren't you?
[ He doesn't give her a chance to respond. His hands tangle tight in her hair, his mouth opening hot and wet against hers, a vibrating hum pushed into it. He rolls, without warning. The next moment she's pinned on her back, his weight heavy on hers as he crowds in close, one thigh up between hers, her head cradled in his hands. But he does break the kiss after a minute to nudge his nose lightly against hers, inhaling shakily in the space between them. ]
[ She asked him to slow down. The least he can do is oblige her. ]
Am n-Mmph! [Her pulse spikes, equal parts arousal and panic as he flips her over and pins her down. She kisses him back; she wants this. They've set their boundaries. They've agreed to their terms. There's nothing for her to be afraid of. (She doesn't yet understand the nature of trauma. Boundaries and promises are like splints on a broken arm; critical to the healing process, but not a magic cure. The only real cure is time. Move too quickly or push too hard and a healing wound will hurt.)
He breaks the kiss and she breathes deeply, banishing the vestiges of fear.]
You should finish taking your pants off. [The cold zipper against her skin stirs up feelings and associations she doesn't want to deal with right now.]
[ Perhaps it's the awareness of trauma -- more than any promises -- that has Hei taking time-outs in between this game: a series of stepping stones in water, instead of the usual propellant rush. Words don't mean much to him. Nor do bodies -- but he finds they're trickier when it comes to deception. There's often a kernel of honesty there. ]
[ His weight flattens Korra's down into the mattress, a pushier edge to his hips now. He shivers as his erection feels the smooth heat of her skin, pressed along her belly, from her pubic bone to her navel. The icy tickle of his open zipper conjures different memories for him -- not quite as sharp-toothed or threatening. It's a moment before he gets the message and obeys. Working the slacks down, he leaves them lying half inside-out as he reaches for the bedside drawer. His fingers are quick to find their target -- foil-wrapped one moment, uncovered the next. ]
[ Rolling the condom on, he nudges her legs apart with his knee and lets his weight settle gently on top of her -- slow, melting, like he's a heavy quilt poured over her. Not in the usual way, with his pelvis cradled in between her thighs -- but in reverse. With her legs close together and his thighs bracketing hers. Slowly, he rocks against her, the head of his erection nudging her slick seam, the head prodding her clit with each stroke. Teasing her without entering her, over and over, while his hands pin her wrists up over her head. A light restraint she can break easily. ]
[ His breathing is ragged now. His mouth almost touches hers, the warmth spreading over both their faces. ] Like this? [ This pace. This angle. This position. It could mean any number of things. ]
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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. ]
Sunday! \^^/
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.
Sunday! \^^/
[ 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. ]
Sunday! \^^/
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?
Sunday! \^^/
[ To Korra, he offers a nod, ] Hm. [ That's a Yes, please. ]
Sunday! \^^/
We forgot something
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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.]
Sunday! \^^/
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. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[Smirking, she lets go and slides down his body. She breathes on him, and presses light kisses.]
I think I'll start with this.
[She takes him in her mouth and slowly sinks down, sucking gently.]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
[She's been on the receiving end; she knows how impossible it can be to control your hips with the pressure and the pleasure build. But she also knows he's kind of a control freak. She can't break him of that particular habit, but she doesn't plan on encouraging it.
Message delivered, she sinks back down, using that trick he had taught her before to work her way practically to the base.
Seriously, he better not move his hips, or she would choke. Literally.]
Sunday! \^^/
Fuck.
[ Suddenly, her hand splayed over his hip, firm and with that strength her body frequently hints at, insistent that he stay still -- it's a necessary anchor. The motionlessness costs him; his cock feels painfully rigid, pulsing in the wet confines of her mouth. But the pressure of her tongue and jaw squeezes him delightfully. ]
Sunday! \^^/
But she likes the reaction it gets out of him: the curses it rips from his throat, the desperate pull on her hair, the break in his iron control. She likes the the power it gives her.
She keeps her hand firmly planted on his hip as she sets a slow and steady rhythm. (The occasional scrape of her teeth against his shaft is wholly accidental, but hopefully not unpleasant.)]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Pun intended. ]
[ Of course all that is far from his mind right now. Forcibly, he stops himself from jerking. It's not an easy thing; it's actually near-impossible because he wants so very badly to thrust his hips up into the perfect wet of Korra's mouth. The scrape of her teeth on oversensitive skin sends bright colors corkscrewing behind his eyes. In other circumstances it'd be painful. But he's too aroused -- has too much sexual energy cathected into the act. It's all busy but glorious and there's a Fuck fuck fuck slipping in near-indecipherable streams from his lips before he tenses, squeezing a handful of her hair to exhale -- ]
Fuck me.
[ Most men would groan it. Hei almost croons it. Fuck me, not Let me fuck you, as if he's trying even now to inject a careful neutrality into the moment. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Is that a curse or a request?]
Sunday! \^^/
Slow on the uptake, aren't you?
[ He doesn't give her a chance to respond. His hands tangle tight in her hair, his mouth opening hot and wet against hers, a vibrating hum pushed into it. He rolls, without warning. The next moment she's pinned on her back, his weight heavy on hers as he crowds in close, one thigh up between hers, her head cradled in his hands. But he does break the kiss after a minute to nudge his nose lightly against hers, inhaling shakily in the space between them. ]
[ She asked him to slow down. The least he can do is oblige her. ]
Sunday! \^^/
He breaks the kiss and she breathes deeply, banishing the vestiges of fear.]
You should finish taking your pants off. [The cold zipper against her skin stirs up feelings and associations she doesn't want to deal with right now.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ His weight flattens Korra's down into the mattress, a pushier edge to his hips now. He shivers as his erection feels the smooth heat of her skin, pressed along her belly, from her pubic bone to her navel. The icy tickle of his open zipper conjures different memories for him -- not quite as sharp-toothed or threatening. It's a moment before he gets the message and obeys. Working the slacks down, he leaves them lying half inside-out as he reaches for the bedside drawer. His fingers are quick to find their target -- foil-wrapped one moment, uncovered the next. ]
[ Rolling the condom on, he nudges her legs apart with his knee and lets his weight settle gently on top of her -- slow, melting, like he's a heavy quilt poured over her. Not in the usual way, with his pelvis cradled in between her thighs -- but in reverse. With her legs close together and his thighs bracketing hers. Slowly, he rocks against her, the head of his erection nudging her slick seam, the head prodding her clit with each stroke. Teasing her without entering her, over and over, while his hands pin her wrists up over her head. A light restraint she can break easily. ]
[ His breathing is ragged now. His mouth almost touches hers, the warmth spreading over both their faces. ] Like this? [ This pace. This angle. This position. It could mean any number of things. ]
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