[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. ]
[He doesn't need the hand to keep her close -- her arms and legs are wrapped around him, practically a stranglehold as he picks up the pace. Moments like this, she forgets what it feels like when he's not inside her, can't even imagine the emptiness.
She isn't breathing so much as gasping, drowning in sensation and need. Any moment now, one little touch will sending her tumbling to the ground, shaking and screaming.]
[ Buried in her, canted, deep in pulsing heat, Hei feels every throb, every slip-sliding clench, the temperature making his head swim. Eyes squeezed shut, he rides her rough and strained, grinding against her, going deeper with every stroke. His heartbeat is thundering in his ears, pushing him on, goading him to fuck her harder, faster, his thumb strumming at her clit. Tiny shudders fizzle all through him; his gasps are continuous now, and he draws in great gusts of breath to fuel them -- bare seconds away from triggering that magic tripwire to climax. ]
[ Sucking the skin of her neck, biting her jaw, he fastens blindly on her mouth. Each breathless kiss feeds him little bites of what he so hungers for, as if kisses can really say something. Say things he's not sure he can mean. Things that probably won't last this night, but they are true right now, and she needs to know it, to feel it too. ]
[True right now is true enough for her. She takes in every silent promise, every tacit reassurance, and it soothes something deep inside her. Her kisses offer their own promises -- possibly more sincere, probably no more likely to last.]
[ Hei makes a noise into their kiss, broken and jittery and barely-there, a sure sign of how close he is. The mattress dips and whines beneath their weight as he fucks her with the hungry deliberation of restrained violence. His sinews are taut, and his mouth is open against hers, feeding on her humid breath, his teeth rasping against her lower-lip. The tension in him strings tighter and tighter, heat prickling across his skin; every outstroke is an aching self-denial, every return like a warm glide into completion. He can barely get the words out between gulps for air, scattered between slurred, indecipherable -- Mandarin? Portugues? -- he doesn't know, or care. ]
That's so good, god, fuck -- fuck. [ And then he hits that bright-red moment he's aching for, when the world drops away. ]
[His body shudders against hers; his hand digs into her back, and his stubble scrapes her chin. The combination of sensations, the feel of his climax, tips her over, and she bites his shoulder as her body falls apart.]
[ Wrapped so smotheringly tight around him, her body radiates heat. Hei can feel her trembling under him like an earthquake about to happen, both of them drenched in sweat. Each sensation is a burst of color behind his tight-shut eyes. Her teeth against his shoulder are a dull flash of orange. The flutter-clench of her body are sparks of red and green. And the climax comes in bright hot pulses of white. ]
[ With a strangled sound he arches against her, one long shudder that subsides in stages, his erratic thrusts slowing into a lazy rocking, then, gradually, a series of imperceptible tremors, before he collapses in a boneless sprawl, drawing air in through his open mouth. Spine gone, limbs like noodles, mind a pulped mass of white-noise. But the glow could power the whole goddamn building. ]
[She melts onto the bed. Her limbs are still tangled with his; even if she had the energy to move them, she wouldn't want to. His body is a comfortable weight against hers.]
Mmmm.
[Yeah. Profound. Congratulations, Hei; you successfully fucked all the words out of her mind. Nothing remains except warmth and a dizzy happiness. She presses light, lazy kisses against his shoulder (the only part she can reach without moving.]
[ Exhaustion settles like a fog over Hei's mind. Every sinew vibrating, the bites and scratches on his skin dully throbbing -- he's sure they'll make an interesting sight when he looks in the mirror later. His body is heavy with a satisfaction that is cousin to an encroaching black-out. Even so, he feels that familiar urge creeping through him -- to nudge her off, to leap up and deny any intimacy, to escape its range with the barrier of cold looks and colder words. He lets her press her indolent kisses against his shoulder a moment more, then stretches before rolling away. He doesn't go far though. It's only to dispose of the rubber, plunked offhandedly in the wastebin. ]
[ Can't get any weirder, or sugarier, so when he exhales and scooches near Korra again, entwining their legs and tipping a moist kiss to her forehead, he puts it down to the whole general unreality of today, and lets his eyes slip shut. A shower and a snack would be welcome. But for the moment, he's content to drowse, her hair spread out around him and her pulse thubbing against his skin. ]
[She doesn't protest when he pulls away; just watches him with half-lidded eyes, wondering what will come next. She's pleasantly surprised when he comes back.
Enjoy it while it lasts. The thought tries to be a threat, but she's buzzed enough to take it as a pleasant suggestion instead. She rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his stomach, and closes her eyes.]
[ Her moist skin smells slightly musky and warm. Sticky, but not completely unpleasant. Hei hitches his arm more snugly around her shoulders, wriggling the leg half over hers. Pillowed as she is on his shoulder, Korra's drowsy voice makes a thrum at the base of his throat. Thank you? The abysmal sadness of this stuns him into silence for a moment. She shouldn't have to thank him. Not for basic decency. It's a reminder of how easy she'd be to warp, to accept certain cruelties and distances as How Things Are, because she has no standard comparisons. ]
[ Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he murmurs, ]
Not exactly suffering for my art, Korra.
[ Whatever said Art entails. He can almost hear Amber drawling. Tsk, tsk. We don't suffer. It's the others who do. He tries not to think about it. Or about Amber -- that cordite-and-apples scent, the soft tickle of green hair, the pleasantly cool skin on his own. Instead, ] Take a nap, all right? [ Because if she's planning to stay the night, she'll need all the sleep she can get. (Hei's own mind is too overflowing for rest. After a while, when he's sure Korra won't wake if he moves, he'll slip out of bed. Maybe finish the jelly languishing uneaten on the bedside table before waking her for Round Two.) ]
[She snorts in amusement. "Art", to her sleepy mind, conjures images of men in funny hats with paintbrushes. The idea of Hei in a funny hat would make her laugh if her body wasn't so heavy.]
Mmm.
[She should think about Jinora and Lin...but she doesn't. Her mind is on the here & now: the warm weight of his arm around her, the slight tickle of his nose in her hair, the faint throbbing of budding bruises. She's satisfied and sleepy and a nap sounds like a perfect idea. It doesn't take her long to drift off.]
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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! \^^/
She isn't breathing so much as gasping, drowning in sensation and need. Any moment now, one little touch will sending her tumbling to the ground, shaking and screaming.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Sucking the skin of her neck, biting her jaw, he fastens blindly on her mouth. Each breathless kiss feeds him little bites of what he so hungers for, as if kisses can really say something. Say things he's not sure he can mean. Things that probably won't last this night, but they are true right now, and she needs to know it, to feel it too. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
That's so good, god, fuck -- fuck. [ And then he hits that bright-red moment he's aching for, when the world drops away. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
[ With a strangled sound he arches against her, one long shudder that subsides in stages, his erratic thrusts slowing into a lazy rocking, then, gradually, a series of imperceptible tremors, before he collapses in a boneless sprawl, drawing air in through his open mouth. Spine gone, limbs like noodles, mind a pulped mass of white-noise. But the glow could power the whole goddamn building. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Mmmm.
[Yeah. Profound. Congratulations, Hei; you successfully fucked all the words out of her mind. Nothing remains except warmth and a dizzy happiness. She presses light, lazy kisses against his shoulder (the only part she can reach without moving.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Can't get any weirder, or sugarier, so when he exhales and scooches near Korra again, entwining their legs and tipping a moist kiss to her forehead, he puts it down to the whole general unreality of today, and lets his eyes slip shut. A shower and a snack would be welcome. But for the moment, he's content to drowse, her hair spread out around him and her pulse thubbing against his skin. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Enjoy it while it lasts. The thought tries to be a threat, but she's buzzed enough to take it as a pleasant suggestion instead. She rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his stomach, and closes her eyes.]
Thank you.
Sunday! \^^/
[ Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he murmurs, ]
Not exactly suffering for my art, Korra.
[ Whatever said Art entails. He can almost hear Amber drawling. Tsk, tsk. We don't suffer. It's the others who do. He tries not to think about it. Or about Amber -- that cordite-and-apples scent, the soft tickle of green hair, the pleasantly cool skin on his own. Instead, ] Take a nap, all right? [ Because if she's planning to stay the night, she'll need all the sleep she can get. (Hei's own mind is too overflowing for rest. After a while, when he's sure Korra won't wake if he moves, he'll slip out of bed. Maybe finish the jelly languishing uneaten on the bedside table before waking her for Round Two.) ]
Sunday! \^^/
Mmm.
[She should think about Jinora and Lin...but she doesn't. Her mind is on the here & now: the warm weight of his arm around her, the slight tickle of his nose in her hair, the faint throbbing of budding bruises. She's satisfied and sleepy and a nap sounds like a perfect idea. It doesn't take her long to drift off.]