[ 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.
[ Hei makes a murmurous noise in his throat -- not heated but decidedly unhappy. After a beat he lets his hands drop at his sides. Slumps back with them, with a little thunk against the headrest, as if his bones have dissolved into lead. Some perfectly lucid part of him scowls at the idea of being treated like a pooch. He'll be sure to get payback, one way or another. If not tonight then at a later date, when his limbs aren't quivering like jelly. ]
[ Aloud he mutters, ]
Should've known you were a closet Dom.
[ It'll be just his luck if she turns into another Amber. ]
[She asks, even as her grip on his dick tightens again and she begins stroking. She leans down to press her lips against the head, but her attention is still on him, waiting for the answer.]
[ It might be a while before she gets one. As she strokes him, little tremors catch Hei's nerves and play along them. At the touch of her lips, a little hum ekes its way out of his throat. The urgency is surprisingly muted, but that might owe to the different riot of sensations boiling in his head, making it difficult to focus. Korra's lips feel cool and feathery, like moth's wings. Against his bare skin, the fuzzy couch spiders a sensation of a hundred little velvet worms rustling against him. He hears the susurration of the music below, woven into a dull bassline that echoes in his sternum, two paces slower than his heartbeat. ]
[ Spanning his fingers against the couch, he grips the fabric tight. Shuts his eyes, hips jerking forward, silently urging her to continue. ]
[ She sinks down, the noise that escapes Hei is all breath. ]
[ Compared to the coolness of the room, the heat of her mouth is intense. Adrenaline floods his bloodstream, cresting in a dizzy dueling wave with the chemicals of the cake. His skin burns, his muscles seize, and his erection ticks like a clock in the sweet confines of her mouth. He wants to reach out and tangle his fingers in her hair. Coax more of himself down her throat. But the paradox of sensations -- hot-cold, pleasure-frustration, wet-textured, bright-dark -- feed a hazy paralysis. ]
[ Swallowing dryly, he lets his eyes open, fixing them on Korra -- the pupils blown around a fine dark-blue annulus. Stirs his hips in increments, as if trying to persuade her to go deeper, faster. ]
[She'll go down on him as deep and fast as she wants to, thank you very much. Her free hand takes hold of his hip and pushes him down.
Don't move! her eyes remind him, and she punctuates this silent order by scraping her teeth along the bottom of his erection. It's perhaps a little harder than most would like, but this is Hei.]
[ Even stoned, there's only so far the arm of Hei's patience extends before curling into a lividly vibrating fist. ]
[ The pressure of her teeth draws a quiet noise, barely any volume, too shattered by breath. Twitches along the tendons of his thighs and the gush of pre-cum trickling down his cock make it clear his neurons are firing along delicious paths. Korra's free hand on his hips isn't much of a restraint. It's more the wicked spark in her eyes that holds him in place. Hei's fingers dig into the cushions, dimpling them, the nailbeds whitening. Despite the chill air, a droplet of perspiration makes its halting, itchy way down his spine, and cools unnaturally. ]
Fucking tease.
[ It's not cold or measured. It's whispered the way most men might croon Darling or Baby. ]
[There's something more than faintly smug in her grin as she continues. It's true that practice makes easier -- she takes him in almost all the way without any difficulty.]
[ Red blossoms of chaotic energy flare and die behind Hei's eyelids at the heat of her mouth. Forcibly, he blinks his eyes open. Watches Korra's spine curve and her cheeks hollow as she sinks lower. The brush of her hair on his thighs makes him shiver as if mild electric currents are grazing over his skin. He wants so badly to reach out and cradle the back of her skull, to tangle her hair in both fists as he pumps in and out of her. Instead his fingers scrabble to grip the cushions tighter. His breathing quickens as if the thumping bassline below is infecting him, fueling the dull throb of his pulse into a blind skitter. A clear-eyed portion of his mind notes her technique, impressed by the quickness with which she's picked this up. ]
[ The rest simply loses itself to the sensations -- teeth gritting and hips rocking in careful degrees. ]
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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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[ Aloud he mutters, ]
Should've known you were a closet Dom.
[ It'll be just his luck if she turns into another Amber. ]
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[She asks, even as her grip on his dick tightens again and she begins stroking. She leans down to press her lips against the head, but her attention is still on him, waiting for the answer.]
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[ Spanning his fingers against the couch, he grips the fabric tight. Shuts his eyes, hips jerking forward, silently urging her to continue. ]
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Hmph.
[She takes him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before sinking deeper.]
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[ Compared to the coolness of the room, the heat of her mouth is intense. Adrenaline floods his bloodstream, cresting in a dizzy dueling wave with the chemicals of the cake. His skin burns, his muscles seize, and his erection ticks like a clock in the sweet confines of her mouth. He wants to reach out and tangle his fingers in her hair. Coax more of himself down her throat. But the paradox of sensations -- hot-cold, pleasure-frustration, wet-textured, bright-dark -- feed a hazy paralysis. ]
[ Swallowing dryly, he lets his eyes open, fixing them on Korra -- the pupils blown around a fine dark-blue annulus. Stirs his hips in increments, as if trying to persuade her to go deeper, faster. ]
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Don't move! her eyes remind him, and she punctuates this silent order by scraping her teeth along the bottom of his erection. It's perhaps a little harder than most would like, but this is Hei.]
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[ The pressure of her teeth draws a quiet noise, barely any volume, too shattered by breath. Twitches along the tendons of his thighs and the gush of pre-cum trickling down his cock make it clear his neurons are firing along delicious paths. Korra's free hand on his hips isn't much of a restraint. It's more the wicked spark in her eyes that holds him in place. Hei's fingers dig into the cushions, dimpling them, the nailbeds whitening. Despite the chill air, a droplet of perspiration makes its halting, itchy way down his spine, and cools unnaturally. ]
Fucking tease.
[ It's not cold or measured. It's whispered the way most men might croon Darling or Baby. ]
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[ The rest simply loses itself to the sensations -- teeth gritting and hips rocking in careful degrees. ]
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