[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ Hei's never come from getting his balls teased before. But there's a first time for everything. ]
[ Fingers of electricity periscope up from the base of his spine and the skin of his cock throbs, aches, tingles, a dark urgency falling then coming alive in successive flashes. The surface of his flesh burns and twitches. For some reason, that heated moist touch of Korra's mouth hurtles him back to Heaven's War, to the mustard plasters that medics sometimes slapped haphazardly on soldiers with stomach pains. He remembers lying sprawled on a hard mat, breathing in and out in tense gasps, while the plaster got hotter and hotter, until he'd twitch beneath it and try to claw it off. He never could figure out if the plaster was meant to make him feel better, or to hurt more than his stomach, so he'd shut up about it rather than complain. ]
[ This feels a lot like that. But the quiet noise that curls in his throat is anything but agonized. ]
[Korra's taken with the pleasure on his face and the little sounds that seem to be ripped out of his throat. She's not thinking about the future or the inevitable conclusion -- whether to spit, swallow, take it on her face, do her best to dodge. The one thing that's certain is she's not going to stop before he's finished.]
[ If she's not thinking, then she'd better start. ]
[ The longer she continues, the more restless Hei grows, skin tensing over the rigid framework of veins and bones. The urgency rises to a pitch of wicked exquisiteness. It catches in his throat and claws all the way down when he swallows. His fingers, digging into the couch, look like they're going to wrench the fabric out in a whoosh of split seams and cloudpuffs of fiber. His body feels the same way, shuddering, degenerating into a sharp spasming as the orgasm encroaches. His head lolls back, breathing thready, one arm thrown over his face now. The face-concealment is a telling good sign: a warning. ]
[ A moment's worth of teasing, and he's growing to blow. ]
[ Hei's head snaps and his spine makes a tight fermata. He wants to tell her Enough but he's coming, and he needs all his breath for that. A dizzying bubble of pleasure bursts out from his groin and, teeth gritted against something between a whine and groan, he spills -- hot and liquid against his belly, his thighs, Korra's hair and face. ]
[ In any other circumstances, it'd be mildly embarassing. But tonight his bearings are too wobbly for him to do more than slump back and scoop air through his open mouth. ]
Ugh! [Well at least she's not choking on it this time. And she manages to close her eyes in time to make sure nothing gets in them. But YUP, it sure is all over her. She makes a face, one third disgusted and two thirds hideously amused.]
Why are guys so messy? [She wipes her face and looks around for something to actually clean herself up with.]
[ Blinking his eyes open, Hei has trouble sitting up at first, partially due to the effects of the cake, partially the strange residual echoes of the orgasm. He seems surprised by the outcome. Usually it's at how little time it had taken. But right now he's more surprised that he'd lasted that long. His balance feels off and he tries to focus on Korra, who seems to be bobbing around like a boat on a rough sea... or perhaps it's him. Shaking his head, he reaches for the tissuebox on the table. Daubs at the mess on his skin and thighs, then tries to help her clean up, before letting her do it herself. Sighing, he collapses, satiated and strangely empty. ]
[ To her question: ] We're not the only ones. [ Although his tone is more sleepy than argumentative. ]
[ Hei doesn't pay Korra much mind; just stretches out across the couch instead. A wave of fuzziness creeps at the corners of his vision; it's an effort to move his mouth. ] Whenever we're done fucking, that flood between your legs isn't mine. [ It's clear from his expression -- half-lidded, almost-smiling -- how little he minds that fact. Reaching out -- his hand feels like a slab of meat -- he threads his fingers into her hair. Tugs her closer, enough to press a drowsy kiss at the corner of her mouth. ]
It's also not in your hair. [Stubborn but still happy. She lets him tug her in and kiss her; afterwards, she climbs on top of him, threading their legs together, rocking herself against him.]
[ Arcing up against her, lazy and boneless, Hei splays the flat of one hand against the small of her back. Slips the other hand between their bodies, into the unbuttoned gape of her jeans, cupping her with a palm while his fingertip catches her clit between the curls, stroking with a light, slick friction. He wants to roll her beneath him, to kiss her mouth and breasts, wants to spread her thighs wide and taste her, but there's such a deliciously heavy tangle of limbs, and he sighs, too hot and tired to struggle against them. Eventually, he hooks his thumbs into her beltloops, skinning the jeans down her thighs. ]
Sit up. [ Murmured against her throat, her sternum, just before he rights her. Taking her hips until she's crawled up the length of his body, he sets her kneeling over his head, taking her fingers and curling them around the ornate brass of the arm-rest. Not a position he usually goes for; face-sitting is impractical and a little messy, especially if you dislike being smothered. But laziness trumps any and all effort. ]
Hmmmm. [She hums, rocking hard against his hand. She doesn't want to move, not sure what exactly he's planning, but she reluctantly disengages herself and resettles near his head.]
[ But his grip on her hips is firm, keeping her at the angle he wants. For a moment he stares up, past the swathe of belly, the undersides of breasts and erect nipples, the dangling ends of her hair, blinking slowly at the uncertain look in her eyes, before he offers a faint smile. This position's a little awkward and ridiculous. But he enjoys the sight of her this way -- skin lit up in crystalline colors from the slanting rays of lamplight, her sex laid open, the damp curls glinting. ]
[ Tugging her closer, he turns his head and dots tiny bites on her inner thighs, one side and then the other -- soft and sharp alternately. Leans in and plants delicate kisses along her slick seam, before tightening his grip on her hips, pulling her down onto him firmly. When his mouth opens against her, tongue flickering, it's with a hum -- greedy and satisfied in equal parts. ]
[She gasps, thrusting herself hard against his mouth. Her knuckles are white against the arms of the couch. She's trembling and aching, all of the need she'd held at bay while bringing him off suddenly overwhelming her.]
[ Hei chuckles at the imperious demand, the sound rumbling against her open wet flesh. But he doesn't obey right away. Holding her hips in his hands, he kisses her there at first, over and over, as he kisses her mouth, with sloppy measured slowness. He can feel her shuddering, and his hands slide down her thighs, urging her knees helplessly wider, the muscles taut and quivering. It's a surreal sort of decadence. Keeping her legs splayed wide, he licks and sucks, nibbling on one slick lip, then another. His tongue slips here and there, up and down, side to side, in and out. Both hands resting flat on her hipbones now, the thumbs pulling her open. Looming over him, she's deliciously exposed. And just delicious. ]
[ He's more patient than usual. Devouring, but not like the cliche of a starving man. More with the enjoyment of one who knows his table. But until she's done -- until he's tapped into that simmering geyser in her, let it burst once, maybe twice -- he's not planning to let her go. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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Remember, you promised.
[Maybe not in so many words, but the expectation is there.]
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[ 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. ]
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She brushes her lips against his as a reward, then continues a long, torturous trail of kisses down his chest.]
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[ The most he can hope is that she'll take the southward route to the inevitable destination. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ Fingers of electricity periscope up from the base of his spine and the skin of his cock throbs, aches, tingles, a dark urgency falling then coming alive in successive flashes. The surface of his flesh burns and twitches. For some reason, that heated moist touch of Korra's mouth hurtles him back to Heaven's War, to the mustard plasters that medics sometimes slapped haphazardly on soldiers with stomach pains. He remembers lying sprawled on a hard mat, breathing in and out in tense gasps, while the plaster got hotter and hotter, until he'd twitch beneath it and try to claw it off. He never could figure out if the plaster was meant to make him feel better, or to hurt more than his stomach, so he'd shut up about it rather than complain. ]
[ This feels a lot like that. But the quiet noise that curls in his throat is anything but agonized. ]
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[ The longer she continues, the more restless Hei grows, skin tensing over the rigid framework of veins and bones. The urgency rises to a pitch of wicked exquisiteness. It catches in his throat and claws all the way down when he swallows. His fingers, digging into the couch, look like they're going to wrench the fabric out in a whoosh of split seams and cloudpuffs of fiber. His body feels the same way, shuddering, degenerating into a sharp spasming as the orgasm encroaches. His head lolls back, breathing thready, one arm thrown over his face now. The face-concealment is a telling good sign: a warning. ]
[ A moment's worth of teasing, and he's growing to blow. ]
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[ Hei's head snaps and his spine makes a tight fermata. He wants to tell her Enough but he's coming, and he needs all his breath for that. A dizzying bubble of pleasure bursts out from his groin and, teeth gritted against something between a whine and groan, he spills -- hot and liquid against his belly, his thighs, Korra's hair and face. ]
[ In any other circumstances, it'd be mildly embarassing. But tonight his bearings are too wobbly for him to do more than slump back and scoop air through his open mouth. ]
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Why are guys so messy? [She wipes her face and looks around for something to actually clean herself up with.]
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[ To her question: ] We're not the only ones. [ Although his tone is more sleepy than argumentative. ]
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Sit up. [ Murmured against her throat, her sternum, just before he rights her. Taking her hips until she's crawled up the length of his body, he sets her kneeling over his head, taking her fingers and curling them around the ornate brass of the arm-rest. Not a position he usually goes for; face-sitting is impractical and a little messy, especially if you dislike being smothered. But laziness trumps any and all effort. ]
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Can you breathe like that?
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[ But his grip on her hips is firm, keeping her at the angle he wants. For a moment he stares up, past the swathe of belly, the undersides of breasts and erect nipples, the dangling ends of her hair, blinking slowly at the uncertain look in her eyes, before he offers a faint smile. This position's a little awkward and ridiculous. But he enjoys the sight of her this way -- skin lit up in crystalline colors from the slanting rays of lamplight, her sex laid open, the damp curls glinting. ]
[ Tugging her closer, he turns his head and dots tiny bites on her inner thighs, one side and then the other -- soft and sharp alternately. Leans in and plants delicate kisses along her slick seam, before tightening his grip on her hips, pulling her down onto him firmly. When his mouth opens against her, tongue flickering, it's with a hum -- greedy and satisfied in equal parts. ]
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Harder.
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[ He's more patient than usual. Devouring, but not like the cliche of a starving man. More with the enjoyment of one who knows his table. But until she's done -- until he's tapped into that simmering geyser in her, let it burst once, maybe twice -- he's not planning to let her go. ]
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