[Wow. He is really good at kissing. Had she realized just how good he was before? Or is this just a particularly excellent kiss? (She hopes she's doing just as well. She'd hate to disappoint.)
She straightens to avoid a cramp in her neck, moving slowly, never breaking the contact of their lips. She can feel the pulsing of the music beneath her feet and it shoots spikes of desire up her entire body. Her right hand overs briefly over the side of his face, wanting to comb through his hair, but she knows he doesn't particularly like having his hair touched. Resisting the impulse, she settles on his cheek instead and pushes herself closer to him.]
[ If there's anything at all remarkable about Hei's kissing, he has Amber to thank for it. (He has Amber to thank for most things.) Tonight, it's less technique, more chemical fireworks. ]
[ It's rare that Korra ever disappoints him. Certainly not now. Dark flurries of sensation spread across his skin as she squirms closer. Her palm is a cool starfish against his cheekbone, her kisses a whole universe. The drug is still there, buzzing under his skin. It feels like every inch of him has an appetite of its own; yet there's a dizzy somnolence in his bloodstream. Inhaling against her mouth, Hei nudges her gently backwards. Stretches out alongside her body, until they touch at every point, even through the layers of clothing. The couch is plush and wide enough for them to lie side-by-side -- a purpose it was no doubt designed for. Slowly, so slowly, Hei deepens the kiss. Tiny little presses, growing firmer. Her mouth is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Traces of chocolate are still alive there. Parting his lips, he catches her tongue between gentle teeth, suckling. Breaks to taste every part of her face. Lips pressing to the curve of her cheeks, to her lids, the lashes fluttering, the whorls of her ears, then lower down, nibbling along the pretty jaw, to smooth arc of throat beneath. ]
[ He's not sure how long this carries on. His hands slide easily over clothes and skin; lips tracing and exploring. Time drifts sideways like an overladen basket floating downstream. The sound of his own breathing; the bubbling music; the slow drum beating inexorably in his own ears; sweet-slippery kisses and tangled legs and Korra-scented breaths -- that's all that matters. ]
Hmmm. [It feels like hours pass while they kiss and touch; it's slow and languid, almost chaste. They never make out like this. One or both of them are usually burning with impatience, fighting against restraints, but there's no sense of restraint here.
She hooks her ankle and tugs his leg between her thighs in an unhurried motion. Letting her head sink against his arm, she slips a hand under his clothes, tracing her thumb against the bony jut of his hip.]
[ It's quite possibly the first time Hei has bothered to appreciate something so slowly. Every step contains a curious delicacy he's not used to in his experiences. But he doesn't care. Right now, Korra's mouth is the only mouth, and it's his, to possess and enjoy. He wants nothing else but those slow hypnotic kisses; the skimming friction of her hands. They're in the same place, sharing the same instinct. Learning each other's signals of give and take. ]
[ When her hand creeps under his shirt, he shivers. The chill of the air, magnified so intensely by the body-stone, is a delicious contrast to the heat of his own skin. Every millimeter of contact feels like metal welded with flux. On a breath, Hei breaks the imaginary seams to draw up the hem of Korra's shirt, tugging it off her. In a moment, the bra follows. Beneath the lamplight, the smooth expanse of her torso seems like the loveliest he's ever seen, honey coloured and smooth. He inches closer, his thigh pressing between the V of her legs. Bends his head and lets his tongue trail along her breasts, lips brushing over warm skin all the while. Taking one nipple between his teeth, he teases and sucks, nursing at her breasts in turns and smearing his face against her. It feels as if he can seep into her this way, with his whole body. ]
[ But despite the hunger, everything remains languid. No rush to go further. ]
[He rubs his face on her breasts and Korra erupts into giggles. He looks ridiculous! And kind of adorable, like a sleepy polar bear cub. (It's not the first time she's thought that he's similar to a polar bear dog. He's solitary yet devoted, fierce & violet yet capable of great affection too. Most people wouldn't dare go near one, but Korra's never hesitated.)]
Your turn.
[She tugs his shirt up, trailing pleading kisses on his cheek and neck.]
[ Hei isn't sure he'd take kindly to being compared to a Polar Bear Dog. ]
[ But as it is, there's little to complain about. Her cool lips on his skin are a balm, he feels so hot. When she tugs his shirt up, he disentangles from her only to yank the material up and off. It lands in the small pile with Korra's garments, halfway forgotten. He's already pressing close to her again, rubbing his head against her shoulder like a cat. He's not sure what it is about the drug. But it leaves him eager to be touched, anywhere. His mouth brushes her skin here and there, light and warm and soft and moist, and he shifts on top of her, makes himself heavy, but there's no urgency to that either; it's almost comfortingly visceral. Settling between her legs, he rubs against the juncture of her thighs, his erection hard and pulsing against the rough scratch of denim. ]
[ In the bright light, he can see the blue flecks of Korra's eyes, the pearly sheen of her teeth. Almost without thinking, he murmurs, ] So beautiful. [ The words are both gentle and peculiarly vacant, opaque to his own ears, but the rhythm and tones ripple and crest like water on a pond. It's more than likely he's slipped by default into either Mandarin or Portuguese. ]
[Hey, some of Korra's favorite people are polar bear dogs. He should be flattered.
She wraps her arms around his neck and gives into the urge to tangle her fingers in his hair. She loves how soft it feels, the way it tickles her skin. His words have the same effect -- she's not sure whether if it's his breath or the drug. She doesn't know what he's saying, but a warm, happy feeling settles deep in her belly regardless. She trails kisses and little nibbles across his shoulder. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her, but beyond arching up to rub against him, she's in no rush to deal with it. She's enjoy the slow, heady kisses far too much.]
[ Being compared to someone with white fur on 99% of their body? Not the best of compliments. ]
[ The heat beneath Hei's skin grows almost uncomfortable, but there's one hell of a pleasant buzz in his head. Her fingers feel like spiders creeping through his hair, skittering across his scalp. A hard shudder rakes down his spine; he's not sure if it's the contrast of hot-and-cold, the drug triggering twitches in his muscles, or the way Korra rubs against him, the warmth of her rising up into him. Her lips leave cool trails of moisture on his skin, and he enjoys the sensation for a moment, before his fingers catch her chin, tipping her face up again, redirecting her efforts back to his mouth. More languid, stickysweet kisses. Her lips are warm, moist cushions and he sinks into them, gathering Korra closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Time seems to distort, standing still yet stretching the boneless lassitude of the moment to suit its own purposes. Hei kisses her for what seems like hours, long enough until his body radiates a greedy heat, despite the slight chill of the air. ]
[ Interposing a hand between them, he reaches for her zipper. The metal buzzes and sings in his ears -- a metallic wasp -- as Hei drags it down and slips his hand between denim and skin. Cupping her between her legs, he moulds his fingers along her sex. Tracing the moist seam of her, teasing the hairs, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit. ]
[Korra whimpers, squirming against fingers, colors flashing behind her closed eyes.
The door opens, and two guys stumble in, their legs tangled together, their hands down each other's pants.]
Woah! Sorry, didn't realize anyone was in here.
[Korra yelps and crushes herself against Hei, trying to use his body to cover her nakedness. One guy is blushing, but the other guy assesses both Hei and Korra with an appreciative gaze.]
[ The door swings open. And Hei goes tense, irritation clouding the pleasant haze around him and Korra. Wrenching his head around, he regards the two intruders -- one pink-faced and flustering, the other with red-rimmed eyes and a crooked smile. For a moment Hei's own face is unreadable. Then he slips away from Korra. Not going far, just off the couch to cross the room in three steps. The two boys don't get even a fraction of a warning before he grabs them by the scruffs of their necks, shoving them out before they can protest, slamming the door after them. ]
[ Turning the lock, Hei scowls faintly and rests his forehead on the door. The ground feels rubbery beneath his feet. The harsh yellow light of the room makes it seem like reality is being drawn down into a tight vortex of neon and insipid upholstery. He's not coming down off the drug, but he's got one foot halfway in the door. ]
[ Shaking his head -- whether to dispel the annoyance or the dizziness, he glances back at Korra. ]
[Korra sits up slowly, gathering her shirt and bra up, but she holds them on her lap, not trying to cover her chest. Mingled with the embarrassment is a flushed, tingly heat -- the effect of the drug and his kisses. (Definitely has nothing to do with the appreciative look that other guy gave her, or his parting question.)]
Should we take this somewhere else?
[Despite the awkward embarrassment, she feels incredibly serene.
[ Hei takes her in slowly -- sweet curves and shadows, all that golden skin just delightful wrapping for a carnivore. She has a body that seems born to be in porn, but only the exceptionally high-end stuff. His gaze drifts to the bra, dark blue with white dots -- they seem to bounce and swim and then make puddles in her lap. Suddenly it's very hard to concentrate on anything else. It's like someone has slapped blinders onto his head, transparently textured so the edges of his surroundings ripple slightly, ]
[ Drifting closer, he plucks the shirt and bra out of her hands. Leans in, the pressure of his mouth light and trancey against hers. ]
If you want to.
[ His tone, his gaze, his body-language -- all that makes it clear he's fine where he is. ]
[She smiles against his lips, then shoves his shoulders, flipping their positions. But she doesn't straddle his lap -- not yet. She stands up and checks to see if the door has a lock.
No. Of course not.
She pushes the table against the door, angling it so nobody can open it. There. She puts her hands on her hips and spends a moment just beaming at it.
RIGHT. She was doing something (Hei). She kneels down in front of him and rests her arms on his legs.]
[ There's a hint of confusion in Hei's gaze. But surprisingly enough, he's perfectly biddable when she reverses their positions. He watches with slightly raised eyebrows when she shoves the table against the door, that silly stoned grin on her face. When she kneels before him, he reaches out, carding the fingers of both hands through her hair, stroking her nape. There's a concession, but also something inflected vaguely as a question, when he murmurs, ]
[She all but purrs at the touch, and leans into his hand.
Only for a moment, though. Before he can get any ideas, she grabs his wrists and sets his hands down on the couch, one on each side.]
Don't move.
[She wants him immobilized. She's not really interested in tying him up (she's fairly certain he wouldn't let her anyway), but she wants the same forced stillness. A part of her has wanted to do this ever since he tied her up -- no, even longer. It's been simmering beneath her skin ever since they started having sex on a regular basis. He always takes the lead, takes control, plays her body like it's some sort of instrument. Even when she's wrestled charge from him, his hands have been on her, a delicious distraction, chipping away at her control.]
[ Dimly, Hei registers that this is a control-game. ]
[ His limbs are leaden and lazy, and it's on a slow exhale that he half-reclines against the couch. There's something naughty -- ticklish -- about Korra's smile. It's infectious; he feels his own lips twitching at the corners. She's acting like she's asserting her right to something that might, if she's too tepid, be in dispute. He can't help but get the sense that she's replaying a wicked little revenge scenario in her head, before she subjects him to the real deal. ]
[ Ordinarily he'd never be so amiable. But the drug still creeps through his bloodstream, warping everything, especially this moment, into a bubble where nothing can go wrong. It won't last. But while it does, he's willing to run with it. ]
All right, [ he murmurs, settling his palms flat on the cushions. There's another word that gets lost somewhere under his breath, but it sounds vaguely like Bossy. He's unprepared for how much it endears and amuses him in equal parts. ]
I heard that. [Not really, but she can venture a pretty good guess. She sticks her tongue out at him. (Like he's one to talk. Honestly.)
Normally she goes straight for his zipper -- a beeline for the finish, which generally results in her being completely naked and him fucking her half-clothed. Not tonight. Instead, she starts with his shoes, taking them off quickly and carelessly chucking them aside. Then she reaches for the zipper; once that's undone, she rolls pants and underwear both down his legs until he's entirely naked.
His erection sways a little, almost like it's saying Hello! The idea makes her snort.]
[ His smile twitches wider when Korra sticks her tongue out, a pink bullseye in the center of her pretty mouth. ]
[ There's a gnawing impulse to lean in and kiss that look off her face. But. Rules are rules. While Hei's rarely abided by them, he senses that breaking them would ruin any sense of fairness -- real or imagined. She wants to play. For once he's in the mood to indulge. He doesn't bother to assist in her determined removal of his clothes. But he cooperates where he can, angling his feet so she gets the boots off easier, lifting his hips as she drags his pants down, leaving her at the end of long legs -- the knees slightly bumpy, a tracery of scars here and there. His erection curves at an angle against his belly, the tip already wet. In the bright lights, it feels almost like a jut of machinery on display. It's surreal and a little disorienting; he blames it on the drug, his skin pebbling in the coolish air. ]
[ Resuming his incline against the couch, hands splayed at his sides, he tips his chin to regard Korra -- a mild, questioning expression on his face. Everything about his body suggests a contained energy, sharp angles and precise lines. Lines that are somehow tangled with Korra's, tugging at something deep inside him, as if he's been built to correspond. ]
[Korra sits back on her feet and takes a moment to just admire the view. Wait, no, she was making a plan, although the view is nice too. She smiles, her eyes caressing every line and sharp curve.
She could give him a blowjob -- it's probably what he's expecting -- but she doesn't want to do what he's expecting. She wants to take him by surprise.
Her eyes flick down. Idea!]
Okay. [I have no idea if this is going to work. She manages not to say that outloud. Confidence -- you have to fake it if you don't feel it. She cups her breasts in her hands and scoots forward until she can slip his erection between them. (She saw this on a porn magazine in the Underground once. She thought it looked stupid, but hey, why not give it a try?)]
[ Hei raises his eyebrows, but otherwise the look on his face remains hungrily absorbed. While the activity's not his particular favorite, the body-stone magnifies every sensation. The slightest friction of her skin on his is exquisite. He watches her scuttle forward, cupping her breasts almost like sweet offerings. The sight of her, the proximity -- softness and warmth and pleasure -- the totality of it forms a tight knot in his stomach. His fingers flex uselessly against the cushions. He wants to reach out, to touch her. It's a need -- an awful screaming need -- flaring up like a gasoline-fed fire. He can imagine himself gathering her in tight, tasting her skin and grazing his teeth along every curve, eating her alive. ]
[ But he can't bring himself to move. A dark lassitude still infects every muscle. Instead, he lets off a shaky breath. His body reacts, thighs twitching, lines of his belly tensing. But otherwise he stays perfectly still. ]
[This. Is so stupid. And awkward, and weird. The head of his erection pokes out from between her breasts and she can't help it -- she giggles.
She tries to rub her breasts along the length of him, but it doesn't feel sexy. It just feels ridiculous. It'd help, of course, if she could stop giggling.]
I'm sorry. [trying so hard not to laugh and failing even harder] I can't do this. [She falls back on her ass and guffaws.]
[ The slightest contact of her skin makes him shudder, sending electricity up his spine and out through his pores. But just as he gets used to the sensation -- not sexy, but decidedly pleasant -- she stops. She stops and starts giggling. Hei would be confused -- but there's very little that's pinging his brain right now. Events seem to deliquesce and flow past him, through him, without the faintest stirrings of concern. Instead he reaches out, after a moment's hesitation, and tangles his fingers through her hair. Half-smiling, he tugs her closer. It's a curious phenomenon -- being able to taste someone's laughter, to discern it as a color and texture. Korra's giggles wash over him like a warm golden syrup. ]
[ Leaning in, as if to snatch a taste, he brushes his lips over hers. After a beat, he murmurs, ]
If you can't, then hand me my pants.
[ No, he's not leaving. But he does want the condom stashed in his pockets. ]
[She forgets to protest until after his lips brush hers.]
Hey! I told you not to move. [She pushes him back.] And you're not leaving. [The hash helps, detaching her from the instinctive spike of fear. (He's walked out before.)
She takes hold of his erection like she's holding it hostage and twists.]
[ Hei feels his back hit the couch with a mushy thud. For a moment the room tilts and whirls in a phantasmagoric riot. Blinking his head clear, he starts to say, ] We could just fu -- [ And when she twists his erection, the verb quickly becomes an adjective. ] Fuck. [ Spikes of pleasurepain burst in thin bright lines across his brain. Forgetting the rules, his hand flies up to cover hers. But it's not to wrench her away. It's to increase the pressure, tightening the trap of her fingers around his cock. There's the faintest edge of something in his voice -- hardness or softness, the liquid tone makes it hard to tell. ] ...More.
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She straightens to avoid a cramp in her neck, moving slowly, never breaking the contact of their lips. She can feel the pulsing of the music beneath her feet and it shoots spikes of desire up her entire body. Her right hand overs briefly over the side of his face, wanting to comb through his hair, but she knows he doesn't particularly like having his hair touched. Resisting the impulse, she settles on his cheek instead and pushes herself closer to him.]
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[ It's rare that Korra ever disappoints him. Certainly not now. Dark flurries of sensation spread across his skin as she squirms closer. Her palm is a cool starfish against his cheekbone, her kisses a whole universe. The drug is still there, buzzing under his skin. It feels like every inch of him has an appetite of its own; yet there's a dizzy somnolence in his bloodstream. Inhaling against her mouth, Hei nudges her gently backwards. Stretches out alongside her body, until they touch at every point, even through the layers of clothing. The couch is plush and wide enough for them to lie side-by-side -- a purpose it was no doubt designed for. Slowly, so slowly, Hei deepens the kiss. Tiny little presses, growing firmer. Her mouth is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Traces of chocolate are still alive there. Parting his lips, he catches her tongue between gentle teeth, suckling. Breaks to taste every part of her face. Lips pressing to the curve of her cheeks, to her lids, the lashes fluttering, the whorls of her ears, then lower down, nibbling along the pretty jaw, to smooth arc of throat beneath. ]
[ He's not sure how long this carries on. His hands slide easily over clothes and skin; lips tracing and exploring. Time drifts sideways like an overladen basket floating downstream. The sound of his own breathing; the bubbling music; the slow drum beating inexorably in his own ears; sweet-slippery kisses and tangled legs and Korra-scented breaths -- that's all that matters. ]
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She hooks her ankle and tugs his leg between her thighs in an unhurried motion. Letting her head sink against his arm, she slips a hand under his clothes, tracing her thumb against the bony jut of his hip.]
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[ When her hand creeps under his shirt, he shivers. The chill of the air, magnified so intensely by the body-stone, is a delicious contrast to the heat of his own skin. Every millimeter of contact feels like metal welded with flux. On a breath, Hei breaks the imaginary seams to draw up the hem of Korra's shirt, tugging it off her. In a moment, the bra follows. Beneath the lamplight, the smooth expanse of her torso seems like the loveliest he's ever seen, honey coloured and smooth. He inches closer, his thigh pressing between the V of her legs. Bends his head and lets his tongue trail along her breasts, lips brushing over warm skin all the while. Taking one nipple between his teeth, he teases and sucks, nursing at her breasts in turns and smearing his face against her. It feels as if he can seep into her this way, with his whole body. ]
[ But despite the hunger, everything remains languid. No rush to go further. ]
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Your turn.
[She tugs his shirt up, trailing pleading kisses on his cheek and neck.]
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[ But as it is, there's little to complain about. Her cool lips on his skin are a balm, he feels so hot. When she tugs his shirt up, he disentangles from her only to yank the material up and off. It lands in the small pile with Korra's garments, halfway forgotten. He's already pressing close to her again, rubbing his head against her shoulder like a cat. He's not sure what it is about the drug. But it leaves him eager to be touched, anywhere. His mouth brushes her skin here and there, light and warm and soft and moist, and he shifts on top of her, makes himself heavy, but there's no urgency to that either; it's almost comfortingly visceral. Settling between her legs, he rubs against the juncture of her thighs, his erection hard and pulsing against the rough scratch of denim. ]
[ In the bright light, he can see the blue flecks of Korra's eyes, the pearly sheen of her teeth. Almost without thinking, he murmurs, ] So beautiful. [ The words are both gentle and peculiarly vacant, opaque to his own ears, but the rhythm and tones ripple and crest like water on a pond. It's more than likely he's slipped by default into either Mandarin or Portuguese. ]
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She wraps her arms around his neck and gives into the urge to tangle her fingers in his hair. She loves how soft it feels, the way it tickles her skin. His words have the same effect -- she's not sure whether if it's his breath or the drug. She doesn't know what he's saying, but a warm, happy feeling settles deep in her belly regardless. She trails kisses and little nibbles across his shoulder. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her, but beyond arching up to rub against him, she's in no rush to deal with it. She's enjoy the slow, heady kisses far too much.]
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[ The heat beneath Hei's skin grows almost uncomfortable, but there's one hell of a pleasant buzz in his head. Her fingers feel like spiders creeping through his hair, skittering across his scalp. A hard shudder rakes down his spine; he's not sure if it's the contrast of hot-and-cold, the drug triggering twitches in his muscles, or the way Korra rubs against him, the warmth of her rising up into him. Her lips leave cool trails of moisture on his skin, and he enjoys the sensation for a moment, before his fingers catch her chin, tipping her face up again, redirecting her efforts back to his mouth. More languid, stickysweet kisses. Her lips are warm, moist cushions and he sinks into them, gathering Korra closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Time seems to distort, standing still yet stretching the boneless lassitude of the moment to suit its own purposes. Hei kisses her for what seems like hours, long enough until his body radiates a greedy heat, despite the slight chill of the air. ]
[ Interposing a hand between them, he reaches for her zipper. The metal buzzes and sings in his ears -- a metallic wasp -- as Hei drags it down and slips his hand between denim and skin. Cupping her between her legs, he moulds his fingers along her sex. Tracing the moist seam of her, teasing the hairs, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit. ]
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The door opens, and two guys stumble in, their legs tangled together, their hands down each other's pants.]
Woah! Sorry, didn't realize anyone was in here.
[Korra yelps and crushes herself against Hei, trying to use his body to cover her nakedness. One guy is blushing, but the other guy assesses both Hei and Korra with an appreciative gaze.]
Mind if we join in?
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[ Turning the lock, Hei scowls faintly and rests his forehead on the door. The ground feels rubbery beneath his feet. The harsh yellow light of the room makes it seem like reality is being drawn down into a tight vortex of neon and insipid upholstery. He's not coming down off the drug, but he's got one foot halfway in the door. ]
[ Shaking his head -- whether to dispel the annoyance or the dizziness, he glances back at Korra. ]
No privacy anywhere.
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Should we take this somewhere else?
[Despite the awkward embarrassment, she feels incredibly serene.
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[ Drifting closer, he plucks the shirt and bra out of her hands. Leans in, the pressure of his mouth light and trancey against hers. ]
If you want to.
[ His tone, his gaze, his body-language -- all that makes it clear he's fine where he is. ]
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No. Of course not.
She pushes the table against the door, angling it so nobody can open it. There. She puts her hands on her hips and spends a moment just beaming at it.
RIGHT. She was doing something (Hei). She kneels down in front of him and rests her arms on his legs.]
I want to try something.
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... All right.
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Only for a moment, though. Before he can get any ideas, she grabs his wrists and sets his hands down on the couch, one on each side.]
Don't move.
[She wants him immobilized. She's not really interested in tying him up (she's fairly certain he wouldn't let her anyway), but she wants the same forced stillness. A part of her has wanted to do this ever since he tied her up -- no, even longer. It's been simmering beneath her skin ever since they started having sex on a regular basis. He always takes the lead, takes control, plays her body like it's some sort of instrument. Even when she's wrestled charge from him, his hands have been on her, a delicious distraction, chipping away at her control.]
Keep your hands right where they are. Got it?
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[ His limbs are leaden and lazy, and it's on a slow exhale that he half-reclines against the couch. There's something naughty -- ticklish -- about Korra's smile. It's infectious; he feels his own lips twitching at the corners. She's acting like she's asserting her right to something that might, if she's too tepid, be in dispute. He can't help but get the sense that she's replaying a wicked little revenge scenario in her head, before she subjects him to the real deal. ]
[ Ordinarily he'd never be so amiable. But the drug still creeps through his bloodstream, warping everything, especially this moment, into a bubble where nothing can go wrong. It won't last. But while it does, he's willing to run with it. ]
All right, [ he murmurs, settling his palms flat on the cushions. There's another word that gets lost somewhere under his breath, but it sounds vaguely like Bossy. He's unprepared for how much it endears and amuses him in equal parts. ]
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Normally she goes straight for his zipper -- a beeline for the finish, which generally results in her being completely naked and him fucking her half-clothed. Not tonight. Instead, she starts with his shoes, taking them off quickly and carelessly chucking them aside. Then she reaches for the zipper; once that's undone, she rolls pants and underwear both down his legs until he's entirely naked.
His erection sways a little, almost like it's saying Hello! The idea makes her snort.]
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[ There's a gnawing impulse to lean in and kiss that look off her face. But. Rules are rules. While Hei's rarely abided by them, he senses that breaking them would ruin any sense of fairness -- real or imagined. She wants to play. For once he's in the mood to indulge. He doesn't bother to assist in her determined removal of his clothes. But he cooperates where he can, angling his feet so she gets the boots off easier, lifting his hips as she drags his pants down, leaving her at the end of long legs -- the knees slightly bumpy, a tracery of scars here and there. His erection curves at an angle against his belly, the tip already wet. In the bright lights, it feels almost like a jut of machinery on display. It's surreal and a little disorienting; he blames it on the drug, his skin pebbling in the coolish air. ]
[ Resuming his incline against the couch, hands splayed at his sides, he tips his chin to regard Korra -- a mild, questioning expression on his face. Everything about his body suggests a contained energy, sharp angles and precise lines. Lines that are somehow tangled with Korra's, tugging at something deep inside him, as if he's been built to correspond. ]
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She could give him a blowjob -- it's probably what he's expecting -- but she doesn't want to do what he's expecting. She wants to take him by surprise.
Her eyes flick down. Idea!]
Okay. [I have no idea if this is going to work. She manages not to say that outloud. Confidence -- you have to fake it if you don't feel it. She cups her breasts in her hands and scoots forward until she can slip his erection between them. (She saw this on a porn magazine in the Underground once. She thought it looked stupid, but hey, why not give it a try?)]
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[ Hei raises his eyebrows, but otherwise the look on his face remains hungrily absorbed. While the activity's not his particular favorite, the body-stone magnifies every sensation. The slightest friction of her skin on his is exquisite. He watches her scuttle forward, cupping her breasts almost like sweet offerings. The sight of her, the proximity -- softness and warmth and pleasure -- the totality of it forms a tight knot in his stomach. His fingers flex uselessly against the cushions. He wants to reach out, to touch her. It's a need -- an awful screaming need -- flaring up like a gasoline-fed fire. He can imagine himself gathering her in tight, tasting her skin and grazing his teeth along every curve, eating her alive. ]
[ But he can't bring himself to move. A dark lassitude still infects every muscle. Instead, he lets off a shaky breath. His body reacts, thighs twitching, lines of his belly tensing. But otherwise he stays perfectly still. ]
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She tries to rub her breasts along the length of him, but it doesn't feel sexy. It just feels ridiculous. It'd help, of course, if she could stop giggling.]
I'm sorry. [trying so hard not to laugh and failing even harder] I can't do this. [She falls back on her ass and guffaws.]
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[ Leaning in, as if to snatch a taste, he brushes his lips over hers. After a beat, he murmurs, ]
If you can't, then hand me my pants.
[ No, he's not leaving. But he does want the condom stashed in his pockets. ]
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Hey! I told you not to move. [She pushes him back.] And you're not leaving. [The hash helps, detaching her from the instinctive spike of fear. (He's walked out before.)
She takes hold of his erection like she's holding it hostage and twists.]
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I said don't move. Hands down. [If he behaves himself and obeys, he'll be rewarded with a blowjob. If he resists....well, who knows what will happen.]
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