[ 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. ]
[It's better when his pants are off; even if it's an illusion, there's something comforting about them being equally exposed. Her hips buck up in time with his, little keening noises accompanying his every stroke. Such a little change from their usual position, but she likes it.
She tugs her arms out from his grip, wrapping them around his neck instead. Being pinned down is not something she finds sexy.]
Perfect. [murmured against his lips with a smile before pressing into a kiss]
[ His body is a taut arch over hers, the beads of vertebra under his neck shifting against her encircling arms. But there's something almost unbearably sweet in the way he dips into her kiss (again: an illusion, but illusions are what Hei excels in). He doesn't enter her right away. Instead he keeps stroking, slowly, evenly. The sensation of her slicked heat, so close but not yet enveloping him, is delicious. He can feel the beads of frustrated sweat welling on his skin. ]
[ Finally, he tilts his hips just slightly and, on an exhale, pushes down. Red lines of sensation sear their way across his brain as the head of his erection presses into her with a tangible pop. He lets off a satisfied little hum and sinks in deeper, slowly, easing himself back and forth each time. But now that he's so close, it changes how everything feels, and the hot nervous energy of Now builds and flares. He's in balls-deep before he can swallow his initial gasp. ]
[She sighs, feeling her body stretch to take him in. His skin crackles against hers, hot enough to burn, and she drags her nails down his back, digging them in so she can pull him closer. It's strange, almost frustrating, not being able to wrap her legs around his waist. She bites his lip, savoring the sting and the salty taste of sweat.]
[ There's a tension vibrating all through Hei's body, making him tremble slightly, pushing at the edges of his control. A drone of self-restraint settles into his spinal column. There's a reason he rarely tries this position. Something about the way the parts fit together so snugly reshapes each sensation. He seldom lasts long. Sliding his arms under Korra's back, he cups her face in both hands. A low noise rumbles in his throat as her fingernails leave half-moon imprints; he lets it out on a shaky exhale, letting his bitten lip free. ]
[ He rocks slowly against her, on the tideline between languid and controlled. On every outstroke, there's a delightful squeeze on his cock; a friction where his chest slides against her nipples, his back arched so the coarse hairs on his stomach tickle her belly. Another rarity -- this hint of sweet simplicity where he's only ever exacted surrender before. Face to face in the dim glow from the window, his lips curl in a half-smile, and he rests his forehead against hers and sighs as they stir together. ]
[ There's a warmth -- dull, but palpable -- in his eyes, looking into hers. ]
[Her face flushes -- brought on by the look in his eyes more than anything else -- and her belly is filled with a gentle heat. She brushes soft kisses to his lips whenever the rocking of their hips brings them close. Everything is hot but sweet, building to nothing, still perfect as it is.]
[ It's dim enough that Hei can't catch her flush. But it doesn't matter, because there's a snatch of tenderness here that he's seldom directly experienced before. He's faked it plenty, sure, but always with a cold-blooded goal in mind. But this is one layer away from honest -- a fact that's unnerving in itself. Something that's about touch and warmth, about the physicality of it, instead of the release. The gentle susurration of sheets, the soft purls of noise in his throat, the softer kisses. Like this is genuine. Like they have all the time in the world. ]
[ Like they're young. ]
[ Except young doesn't carry any of the suitable connotations for Hei -- too much of bloodshed, too much of pain tangled in that word. But -- maybe new. Loose limbs and hourglass curves clinging to his taut angles: a knot of unsolved equations and unknown variables. Like all new theories, untried, untested. Likely untrue. But Hei's lower-lip is caught against his teeth in a smile, anyway, and there's a burgeoning heat in his gaze as he begins to move just a bit harder, nudging tight against her clit, pressing her against the mattress. Just barely rocking, almost no motion at all, but with a gentle lapping rise of sensation like those radiating circles in the water. ]
[ Each one drifting closer and closer to the edge. ]
[One hand continues running up and down his back, leaving a trail of pink scratches behind, while her other hand slips between their bodies. The brush of his cock against her feels amazing, but it's not quite enough to bring her higher.]
[ The scrape of nails across his skin makes Hei rumble a little, his spine dipping as a whole-body shiver takes him without warning, hot to cold blurring within. He feels her slip a hand down to caress herself, but a moment later his own palm displaces hers. ]
Let me ...
[ Murmured between kisses, in a tone that lies parallel to Please. Her clit feels like a slippery ball-bearing under his thumb; he rubs in time to each grinding stroke, until tension builds in his sinews to an unbearably exquisite pitch. He knows he can't last much longer. He wants to, yet at the same time he wants to get it over, so that the next time will be better, so there'll be a next time. ]
[ Eventually, resisting that gravitational tug of instinct -- a black-hole of selfishness -- he eases his knees, letting Korra spread hers just a little. Rolls them both over onto their sides, thighs overlapping this time, with Korra's top leg notched over his hip. It's all lazy and boneless now. Instead of speeding up, he slows instead, slows almost to nothing, and somehow that makes it even better; the pleasure threatening to overwhelm in him recedes yet redoubles. Sliding his arm around her back, he pulls her closer, a warm living wrap. ]
[She shivers at the sound of his voice and puts her arm back around him. Her eyes flutter shut and there are little hitches in her breath as everything begins to spike upwards.]
Mmph!
[She certainly hadn't seen that coming! She laughs a little in sheer surprise when he rolls them over. (Moments like these are the positive side of his controlling nature and the fun part of his unpredictability.) She snuggles closer to him, burying her head against his neck, and it's almost like cuddling except he's still inside her.]
[ Her laugh affects Hei like a softening drug. He can feel the feathery streams of heat up arcing up his neck and across his spine. Rocking slowly, enveloped in her, he lets her pillow her head against him. Presses kisses to the cut of her jaw, right where it melts into neck, where he can feel the heat coming off her and the pulse thudding underneath. Skin to skin, face to face -- stirring with soft liquid motions, almost frictionless. His breath flutters the hair around her ear as he thrusts upward suddenly, harder, forcing himself in deeper -- his cock, heavy and slick, stretching her open. He wants so badly to draw this out, to keep the almost-perfection from breaking. But his skin is practically vibrating now, like the molecules in it are leaping everywhere. ]
[ Diffusing all self-control. ]
[ Gradually, circling her back with one arm, he picks up the pace. Deep satisfying strokes, going faster and faster. A hand splays across her lower-back, keeping her close, while the other rubs coaxing circles at her clit with his thumb. It's the fucking that he likes best, but more than that it's just her, having her all around him, sunk into her, her sweetness and the thick indolent atmosphere their bodies spin together. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Sunday! \^^/
So you just take what you want and leave me hanging. [ With a tinge of mock-affront, ] I see how it is.
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
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.]
Sunday! \^^/
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. ]
Sunday! \^^/
She tugs her arms out from his grip, wrapping them around his neck instead. Being pinned down is not something she finds sexy.]
Perfect. [murmured against his lips with a smile before pressing into a kiss]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Finally, he tilts his hips just slightly and, on an exhale, pushes down. Red lines of sensation sear their way across his brain as the head of his erection presses into her with a tangible pop. He lets off a satisfied little hum and sinks in deeper, slowly, easing himself back and forth each time. But now that he's so close, it changes how everything feels, and the hot nervous energy of Now builds and flares. He's in balls-deep before he can swallow his initial gasp. ]
[ Fuck. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
[ He rocks slowly against her, on the tideline between languid and controlled. On every outstroke, there's a delightful squeeze on his cock; a friction where his chest slides against her nipples, his back arched so the coarse hairs on his stomach tickle her belly. Another rarity -- this hint of sweet simplicity where he's only ever exacted surrender before. Face to face in the dim glow from the window, his lips curl in a half-smile, and he rests his forehead against hers and sighs as they stir together. ]
[ There's a warmth -- dull, but palpable -- in his eyes, looking into hers. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
[ Like they're young. ]
[ Except young doesn't carry any of the suitable connotations for Hei -- too much of bloodshed, too much of pain tangled in that word. But -- maybe new. Loose limbs and hourglass curves clinging to his taut angles: a knot of unsolved equations and unknown variables. Like all new theories, untried, untested. Likely untrue. But Hei's lower-lip is caught against his teeth in a smile, anyway, and there's a burgeoning heat in his gaze as he begins to move just a bit harder, nudging tight against her clit, pressing her against the mattress. Just barely rocking, almost no motion at all, but with a gentle lapping rise of sensation like those radiating circles in the water. ]
[ Each one drifting closer and closer to the edge. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Let me ...
[ Murmured between kisses, in a tone that lies parallel to Please. Her clit feels like a slippery ball-bearing under his thumb; he rubs in time to each grinding stroke, until tension builds in his sinews to an unbearably exquisite pitch. He knows he can't last much longer. He wants to, yet at the same time he wants to get it over, so that the next time will be better, so there'll be a next time. ]
[ Eventually, resisting that gravitational tug of instinct -- a black-hole of selfishness -- he eases his knees, letting Korra spread hers just a little. Rolls them both over onto their sides, thighs overlapping this time, with Korra's top leg notched over his hip. It's all lazy and boneless now. Instead of speeding up, he slows instead, slows almost to nothing, and somehow that makes it even better; the pleasure threatening to overwhelm in him recedes yet redoubles. Sliding his arm around her back, he pulls her closer, a warm living wrap. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Mmph!
[She certainly hadn't seen that coming! She laughs a little in sheer surprise when he rolls them over. (Moments like these are the positive side of his controlling nature and the fun part of his unpredictability.) She snuggles closer to him, burying her head against his neck, and it's almost like cuddling except he's still inside her.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Diffusing all self-control. ]
[ Gradually, circling her back with one arm, he picks up the pace. Deep satisfying strokes, going faster and faster. A hand splays across her lower-back, keeping her close, while the other rubs coaxing circles at her clit with his thumb. It's the fucking that he likes best, but more than that it's just her, having her all around him, sunk into her, her sweetness and the thick indolent atmosphere their bodies spin together. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/