[It's true that Korra probably wouldn't enjoy sex with him nearly as much if he didn't play these games with her, but that doesn't stop her from almost moaning I hate you I hate you I hate you as she rocks her hips harder against him. She comes with a loud, shuddering scream.
[ Hei isn't so absorbed by her sounds, or the movements of her hips, that he doesn't register the craaack. ]
[ When she's nearly ceased to shake, he lets her flop back to lie beside him, wiping the slick from his chin and dragging in lungfuls of air. Korra's the one who just came, but it's Hei whose whole body feels wobbly. Must be the drug. Sitting up, half-propped on an elbow, he regards the broken arm with a quirked eyebrow. ]
[Korra collapses on the couch, struggling for breath. At first, she doesn't even register he's speaking. Her body is tingling and glowing and she's more than ready to go fuck it and demand cuddles, but he's already sitting up.]
Huh?
[She stares blankly at the arm for a long moment before realization hits.]
[ Ordinarily, the next step in Hei's mind wouldn't be cuddles, but sex. Except, studying the broken couch-bit, he wonders if they've been in the club far too long. It seems to be a trademark with him and Korra. In the span of one hour, cause as much destruction as possible, and piss off nearly everyone you meet. So far they've filled both quotas swimmingly. ]
[ Reaching out, he curls his fingers around her hand, coaxing her to drop the broken piece of furniture. ]
Relax. They'll send a bill later.
[ After all, damaged furniture is the least of a nightclub's expenses. ]
[Let's be real -- the next step in Hei's mind is pretty much never cuddles. Korra's plan, if you could call it that, was to cuddle until he got hard again and then let the fucking begin, but the broken furniture's pretty much put a hold on that.]
I can't afford to pay for this! [Shit, she feels like Mako, but it's true. She's seen how much couches cost.] I'm still paying the hospital and my old boss and we've got all the pets to feed --
[She's changed quite a bit in the City, going from a girl who didn't really understand the concept of money to someone capable of stressing out over bills.]
[ In other circumstances, it'd be such a strong overreaction. But given everything Korra's had to handle the past few months -- a majority of which Hei's contributed to -- it comes as no shock. Exhaling, he moves toward her, curling his fingers around the back of her pretty neck and pressing his lips to her cheekbone. Just holding them there, his breath sliding over her skin. ] I told you. Relax. [ He doesn't say I'll pay for it. Korra's fiercely independent and would only take that the wrong way. Nor does he say You can work the bill off other ways; he's made an effort the past few months to stop treating her like a whore. ]
[ Instead he opts to allay her concerns. ] These VIP rooms don't have cameras. [ It's the Underground; not Disney Land. ] Just tell them the couch was already broken.
I can't lie to them. [It's a half-hearted protest. Korra knows she needs to take responsibility for her actions and the damage she causes... but she's already taken on so much. She doesn't want yet another thing to deal with.]
[ Matter-of-fact. He already lies with every breath. What's a fib about a broken couch after a lifetime of deceptions? Still, there's a small shock in Korra's admission. Imagine; her being responsible. Her considering the consequences of something she's wrecked. Hei almost feels a wistful pride -- until it occurs to him that Korra's not the only one who's changed. Five years ago, he'd never be making reassurances to a silly girl. Much less taking her out for a treat. ]
[ This place will be the end of you, a voice whispers in his head, and he shakes it off. ]
[She should say no. She should own up to what happened. But damn it, she doesn't want to. It never would have happened if those jerks hadn't drugged them anyway! (Maybe.)
Korra sighs and buries her head against his chest.]
[ Hei wants to tell her she doesn't have to thank him. But with the warm weight of her against him, he's in no mood to talk anymore. Slipping his arms around her, he stretches back on the couch. Draws her down on top of him, liking the smooth rub of her nakedness against his skin, cool and slightly sticky. Prodding her thighs apart with his knees, he lets his lengthening cock press between their bellies, while his mouth nudges and connects with hers. The kiss has a fizzling note of hunger; he chases the leftover traces of cake in her mouth, and her own particular flavor, which he's almost come to crave. Slowly, somnolently, moving his head to try different angles. All around him, he can still half-sense shimmering phantasms of the music from the dancefloor -- red blossoms of bassline and pink lightning-flickers of guitar-strings -- like a multicolored ghost cloud hovering over the much-used couch. ]
[ Finally, on a sharp breath, he breaks away, reaching over to his jeans, lying puddled on the floor. He grapples blindly with one hand until his fingers alight on what he's after. He pulls the condom out of his pocket and wastes no time in tearing the foil and slipping it on. ]
Hmm. [With a heavy breath, she forces her cares away and focuses her attention on his lips. It doesn't take long for him to drive every other thought out of her mind.
She murmurs faint protest when he breaks away, even if it's just to reach for the condom. Then, of course, she has to pull back to give him room to slide it on and that's just as hard.
He says her name and she shivers, biting his bottom lip as she shifts to take him in.]
[ Beneath her, Hei's erection throbs tight and hard against the seam of her body. He watches her shift, guiding it to the slick place it wants to go. As she sinks down, with a delicious sensation of stretching and fluttering around him, it feels like the thousand tiny fragments of the drug -- residual chemicals -- are being displaced. ]
[ There's nothing to see or feel, just the sense of her melting around him, feeding a quiet hum in his throat, a prickling of goosebumps and a shiver down his spine. When he's finally and completely inside her, he just soaks there for a moment, alive inside her, snugly enveloped. Rearing up, he catches her against him. Lets her sprawl across his crossed legs, folding hers around his hips. Face to face, mouth to mouth, fucking more with muscle than movement as he fans his hands across her hips, rocking her to the rhythm he wants. Tiny little circles at first, then deeper circles, then tight smooth strokes as he shows her how to roll her hips at the angles he likes. ]
[She can feel beads of sweat trickle down her body, tickling her overly-sensitive skin. She clenches tightly around him. Everything is hot and stretched to the point of breaking, and she feels like her entire body is a cacophony of lights and explosions. But it's still not enough.
Harder. She's not sure whether she just thinks it or the word actually makes it past her lips.]
[ With a fluid rock of his hips, Hei pushes deeper into her. He's absorbed in nothing but her weight against his, the slip of sweat between them and the wet flexing on her inner-muscles around him. Each small sensation sends a sharp noise tumbling from his throat, bordering on a purr, his fingers digging into the meat of her hips as he leans forward to kiss her, like he wants to take even the air from her lungs. Korra's impatience, like her orgasm, hovers high up inside her, just out of reach yet singing with potential, entirely in the rhythm's power to bestow. But Hei's in no rush. He's come once already, and there's still wisps of hash bubbling in his veins. Surely they have time still, the night is long, they'd arrived at the club early. He thinks not of coming but of the ride, a long languid fuck that makes it so easy just to drink in the adorable sight of her, kiss her mouth and breasts. ]
[ There are a lot of little things he could say to her. Except that's never been his way. ]
[ Instead, in the cradle of his hands, he lowers her onto him, fucking her with short halfstrokes that bottom out with a straining push. He doesn't touch her clit. He just lets his erection rub against that sweetspot he can reach so easily with his fingers, but often has trouble angling his thrusts against. Eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her, except his attention is split between that sight and Korra's face. ]
[(Korra's not sure how she feels about being "adorable" during sex. Adorable is for puppies and kittens and small children. Sex? Not so much.)
He's watching her. Her cheeks burn and she closes her eyes, the better to focus on everything she's feeling. But she can still feel his gaze, as though it's burning her skin.]
[ He'll call her what he wants. He has no interest in measuring up to some piece of propaganda on appropriate sexual descriptors. She's not Amber; all sphinx-eyes and wicked smiles, her wiles a practiced art. Korra probably hasn't known a moment's guile -- not in all her 18 years. Even now, on the cusp of adulthood, there's a lovely, lost, burning-bright look in her eyes. Sweet, eager, hopeful, like a child on a rollercoaster. ]
[ Few people in Hei's life were allowed the luxury to be so honest. ]
[ His teeth press against his lower-lip in a smile as she closes her eyes. He keeps rocking against her, a steady, melting rhythm, like a percussionist playing just behind the vocals. Harder, then a fraction harder still, creeping her toward the edge. His fingers skim along the curve of her spine, then her torso, counting the rise and fall of ribs, sliding up her sides to frame her breasts with his open hands. He dips his head, letting the nipples catch between his teeth, tugging and biting while he keeps an ear on any hitches in her breath. ]
[There are plenty of those. Her breathing is ragged, harsh, full of aching need.
Not enough. She grabs one of his hands and brings it first to where their bodies meet, covering the fingers in slick; then to her ass, pressing one finger to that small pucker of flesh, a clear sign of what she wants.]
[ Hei's smile sharpens at the corners of his lips. He lets her nipple slip from his mouth. Reaches with his free hand to tangle his fingers in her hair, grabbing a handful and giving it a sharp tug. Not enough to hurt, just to sting, tipping her head back so he can get at her throat, sucking pretty welted kisses along her skin. With his other hand, he circles his fingertip against the tight entrance of her ass. A gentle but firm pressure, and he pushes the finger inside. Her muscles are so tight it's hard to make headway. Undeterred, he continues, penetrating her deeper each time he presses in, timing it with each thrust. Through the thin membrane that separates them, he can feel the bulk of his cock sliding slowly in, resting, then moving again. ]
[ Tracing the line of Korra's jaw with his lips, he murmurs, ] How's that feel? [ Does she want it harder? Slower? With more fingers? Usually he never bothers to ask. But right now he wants more than facial signals. ]
[ At the sound of her moan, a sharp blade of need cuts into Hei. ]
[ Lowering his mouth back to Korra's neck, he bites hard, feeling the thud of pulse in the latticework of veins beneath her skin. At the same time, his hips move, a fluid snapping rhythm, faster, faster, deep twisting strokes that mash her clit against his pelvic bone and send heat coiling low in his belly. His whole body thrums with tension, thighs tense beneath Korra's weight, his breaths shallow and sharp. Matching the rhythm to his stroking finger, he eases a second digit into her, penetrating higher, crooking them a little, so she feels the pressure in tandem with his cock rubbing inside her. ]
[She hisses, her eyes watering at the sharp sting of his teeth coupled with the pressure of him inside her. She claws at his waist, leaving bright red streaks behind, and rocks her hips harder. She can feel her orgasm approaching fast, even though she just came before.]
[ When her nails rake across his waist, the brilliance of each thin red stripe of pain is answered by a jerk of Hei's hips. Korra's muscles flutter around him as her climax looms, gathering in stages. He keeps going, pummeling into her, each thrust harder as he forces a path again and again into her spasming body. The heat of strained restraint sears his skin and condenses into liquid as it passes over him like quicksilver. ]
[ All the while, he keeps his eyes on her. Staring, like he wants to seep into her as the neurons begin their storm; they spark and jump the gap between them, catch and light him in a heat-flare. Is shared pleasure infectious? It must be by the way Hei's lips part, his lids slide half-closed and his upward thrusts become brutal, autonomic, seeking mindless release. ]
[She grunts as the storm overtakes her, choking on a scream. Her body shakes and she buries her head against his neck, trying to block out all extraneous stimulation. It's just short of too much.]
[ Just short of too much, and Hei shows no signs of slowing down. He slams into her, sharp and liquid and stuttering, the clickety-clack of rattling furniture and slick flesh filling the room as he rocks in and out, always in and out. Korra's sounds are just red-noise, her muscles contracting around him like anemones in a hot-cold current. The mechanism that feeds meaning to his brain is broken and in its place is a spasming fist of blind, senseless bliss. ]
[ Chemicals stream from synapse to synapse and trigger the inevitable. His final thrusts are deep and buried; even through the latex he knows Korra will feel the hot spurts break against her. Slumping, he covers her mouth with his and groans in rough-edged gasps. Kisses her -- lazy, dazed -- as their bodies trade dying shudders that echo on his tongue. ]
[There's a deep throbbing inside her muscles, not yet painful but a definite warning that she's going to be feeling this later. (Does she work tomorrow? She hopes she doesn't. She doesn't want to walk to work funny.) She hums against his lips, sleepy and satisfied.]
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CRACK.
Looks like she broke the arm of the couch.
Oops.]
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[ Hei isn't so absorbed by her sounds, or the movements of her hips, that he doesn't register the craaack. ]
[ When she's nearly ceased to shake, he lets her flop back to lie beside him, wiping the slick from his chin and dragging in lungfuls of air. Korra's the one who just came, but it's Hei whose whole body feels wobbly. Must be the drug. Sitting up, half-propped on an elbow, he regards the broken arm with a quirked eyebrow. ]
What was that about me being messy?
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Huh?
[She stares blankly at the arm for a long moment before realization hits.]
SHIT!
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[ Reaching out, he curls his fingers around her hand, coaxing her to drop the broken piece of furniture. ]
Relax. They'll send a bill later.
[ After all, damaged furniture is the least of a nightclub's expenses. ]
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I can't afford to pay for this! [Shit, she feels like Mako, but it's true. She's seen how much couches cost.] I'm still paying the hospital and my old boss and we've got all the pets to feed --
[She's changed quite a bit in the City, going from a girl who didn't really understand the concept of money to someone capable of stressing out over bills.]
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[ Instead he opts to allay her concerns. ] These VIP rooms don't have cameras. [ It's the Underground; not Disney Land. ] Just tell them the couch was already broken.
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[ Matter-of-fact. He already lies with every breath. What's a fib about a broken couch after a lifetime of deceptions? Still, there's a small shock in Korra's admission. Imagine; her being responsible. Her considering the consequences of something she's wrecked. Hei almost feels a wistful pride -- until it occurs to him that Korra's not the only one who's changed. Five years ago, he'd never be making reassurances to a silly girl. Much less taking her out for a treat. ]
[ This place will be the end of you, a voice whispers in his head, and he shakes it off. ]
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Korra sighs and buries her head against his chest.]
Thank you.
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[ Finally, on a sharp breath, he breaks away, reaching over to his jeans, lying puddled on the floor. He grapples blindly with one hand until his fingers alight on what he's after. He pulls the condom out of his pocket and wastes no time in tearing the foil and slipping it on. ]
Korra.
[ The words are feathery against her lips. ]
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She murmurs faint protest when he breaks away, even if it's just to reach for the condom. Then, of course, she has to pull back to give him room to slide it on and that's just as hard.
He says her name and she shivers, biting his bottom lip as she shifts to take him in.]
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[ There's nothing to see or feel, just the sense of her melting around him, feeding a quiet hum in his throat, a prickling of goosebumps and a shiver down his spine. When he's finally and completely inside her, he just soaks there for a moment, alive inside her, snugly enveloped. Rearing up, he catches her against him. Lets her sprawl across his crossed legs, folding hers around his hips. Face to face, mouth to mouth, fucking more with muscle than movement as he fans his hands across her hips, rocking her to the rhythm he wants. Tiny little circles at first, then deeper circles, then tight smooth strokes as he shows her how to roll her hips at the angles he likes. ]
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Harder. She's not sure whether she just thinks it or the word actually makes it past her lips.]
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[ There are a lot of little things he could say to her. Except that's never been his way. ]
[ Instead, in the cradle of his hands, he lowers her onto him, fucking her with short halfstrokes that bottom out with a straining push. He doesn't touch her clit. He just lets his erection rub against that sweetspot he can reach so easily with his fingers, but often has trouble angling his thrusts against. Eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her, except his attention is split between that sight and Korra's face. ]
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He's watching her. Her cheeks burn and she closes her eyes, the better to focus on everything she's feeling. But she can still feel his gaze, as though it's burning her skin.]
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[ Few people in Hei's life were allowed the luxury to be so honest. ]
[ His teeth press against his lower-lip in a smile as she closes her eyes. He keeps rocking against her, a steady, melting rhythm, like a percussionist playing just behind the vocals. Harder, then a fraction harder still, creeping her toward the edge. His fingers skim along the curve of her spine, then her torso, counting the rise and fall of ribs, sliding up her sides to frame her breasts with his open hands. He dips his head, letting the nipples catch between his teeth, tugging and biting while he keeps an ear on any hitches in her breath. ]
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Not enough. She grabs one of his hands and brings it first to where their bodies meet, covering the fingers in slick; then to her ass, pressing one finger to that small pucker of flesh, a clear sign of what she wants.]
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[ Tracing the line of Korra's jaw with his lips, he murmurs, ] How's that feel? [ Does she want it harder? Slower? With more fingers? Usually he never bothers to ask. But right now he wants more than facial signals. ]
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Harder.
[The twin sensations are driving her wild, but she still wants more.]
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[ Lowering his mouth back to Korra's neck, he bites hard, feeling the thud of pulse in the latticework of veins beneath her skin. At the same time, his hips move, a fluid snapping rhythm, faster, faster, deep twisting strokes that mash her clit against his pelvic bone and send heat coiling low in his belly. His whole body thrums with tension, thighs tense beneath Korra's weight, his breaths shallow and sharp. Matching the rhythm to his stroking finger, he eases a second digit into her, penetrating higher, crooking them a little, so she feels the pressure in tandem with his cock rubbing inside her. ]
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[ All the while, he keeps his eyes on her. Staring, like he wants to seep into her as the neurons begin their storm; they spark and jump the gap between them, catch and light him in a heat-flare. Is shared pleasure infectious? It must be by the way Hei's lips part, his lids slide half-closed and his upward thrusts become brutal, autonomic, seeking mindless release. ]
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[ Chemicals stream from synapse to synapse and trigger the inevitable. His final thrusts are deep and buried; even through the latex he knows Korra will feel the hot spurts break against her. Slumping, he covers her mouth with his and groans in rough-edged gasps. Kisses her -- lazy, dazed -- as their bodies trade dying shudders that echo on his tongue. ]
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