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[anatural]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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.

[anatural]

[He squeezes her hand and she pushes back, using all the strength she can muster to loosen her grip on his cock.]

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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

A closet what?

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[She debates pushing him, but decides she can ask him again later. She'd much rather torture him with her tongue.]

Hmph.

[She takes him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before sinking deeper.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[She increases the pressure, going harder and faster, interspersing with little sharp scrapes of teeth. Bringing him closer and closer to the edge --

And then she pulls back, the head coming out with a wet pop. She gives it a soft, wicked kiss.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's something almost violent in the way Hei's hips jerk, straining helplessly upward when her mouth pops off him. His eyes are still open, staring at her with a sharp focus and a burning intensity, trying to decode a pattern to her teasing. (Except he knows he won't find one. Korra is many things. Predictable isn't one of them.) His cock is so hard it's aching, his breathing comes quick, his palms are damp, and his throat is so dry it feels like sandpaper. ]

Don't stop.

[ It's a furious tight-edged rasp, and it takes everything in him not to grab her and force himself back into her mouth. ]

[anatural]

[She smirks, putting her hands on top of his as she leans up to brush her lips against his. (She makes sure her body brushes against his erection as she moves.)]

You're not in charge right now.

[mortemscintilla]

[ The only thing in charge here is that stupid cake. ]

[ He wants to say that. But he's too busy leaning in, falling into those soft lips that slip beneath his like something wet and ripe that he wants to eat. He teases and bites, sucking each of them in turn into his mouth, stroking their plumpness with his tongue. Her hands don't feel like manacles pressing hia down. More like needful weight, without which it'd be too easy to grab her and call the games to a halt. Against her skin, his erection tics and leaves dabs of moisture, blind and straining for a target. ]

[ Come on, come on. ]

[anatural]

[She breaks away, tracing kisses across his chin and down his neck. Her touch is painfully light and slow, teasing him just the way he had tried to tease her before.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei twitches, rocking his erection against the smooth rub of her skin in a desperate attempt for friction, for relief. He barely feels the kisses, but somehow the absence of pressure makes his skin glow like the numerals of a wristwatch in the dark. A luminous pattern of stars descends from his chin to his throat. Dipping his head, he tries to catch her mouth again, to renew the kiss; his whole body has calcified to tense muscle and vibrating tension against her. ]

Korra.

[ It's more a warning than a plea. His fingers tic as if torn between accepting the restraint of her hands, or ready to shove them off and grab her. ]

[anatural]

[She turns her head, ducking his lips. She hears the warning in his voice, but she's not going to heed it. Instead, she kisses his ear.]

Remember, you promised.

[Maybe not in so many words, but the expectation is there.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A seething noise is sucked in between his teeth -- frustrated, snakelike -- before Hei exhales it out, letting the awful tension unravel with it. It doesn't disappear; jagged knots remain all across his body, evident in the set of his jaw, the span of his shoulders and the way his arms strain as he sinks back on a scowl. It feels like some grand conspiracy, this girl trying to hijack any shred of control he has. By nature it's impossible for him to go down quietly. But another part of him -- always ready to take the daredevil plunge -- is curious to see what she'll do. ]

[ His head lolls back and his eyes slip half-shut. Through the spiky screen of his eyelashes, the lamplight above is smeared and distorted into asterisks. Hei keeps his focus there, hoping the different burns of stimulus will stop hooking into the edges of his mind and tearing him apart. ]

[anatural]

[Good. There's the faintest sensation of relief when he leans back. He very well could have pushed....and with their history, that would ruin everything.

She brushes her lips against his as a reward, then continues a long, torturous trail of kisses down his chest.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei leans in to try and snag her lower-lip between his teeth, to force more heat and pressure into the kiss. But she's already slipped away. It's like trying to catch wind with a net. The lower she goes, the shallower his breathing gets, racing, sipping inhales as her lips leave imprints of sensation that spread out from their origin and dissipate over his flesh, leaving a wake of tingles. He keeps his eyes half-shut, the ceiling colorful smears of light and shadow above him while the impatience flares and burns, climbing from his groin to his chest, tightening in his throat. ]

[ The most he can hope is that she'll take the southward route to the inevitable destination. ]

[anatural]

[Oh, she'll go there...and past, with nothing more than a few closed mouth kisses across the top before she lifts it up to access his balls. She scrapes her teeth gently across one, quickly soothing it with her tongue.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's an audible hitch in Hei's breathing, his hands white-knuckling the couch. He can feel the insistent pulse at the base of his cock; he's half-sure Korra can too, as her hot breath assaults the oversensitized flesh and creeps in humid fiery lanes down to his balls. She drags her teeth across one, and the skin shifts and tenses as she licks, the searing contrast nearly sending him crawling out of his skin -- hot moisture and then a shocking chill of air. His knees tense and tremble; beads of pre-cum bubble eagerly at the tip of erection. ]

[ But his eyes are squeezed shut now, as if his focus has curled inward and only on himself. Even if she looks at him, the playful frustration is gone, lost to pleasure. ]

[anatural]

[She keeps it up like that, alternating scrapes with licks and little puffs of air. She keeps her eyes on his face, soaking in his expression. She's never seen anything quite like it on him, and it leaves her with a heavy warmth deep in her belly.]