[...way to kill her emotional boner, Hei. Sadly, her actual erection remains very much erect.]
I thought we could do something more fun... [She's aiming for flirty, although there's a thread of insecurity and a pinch of resentment. Okay, she's turned on -- so what? What's wrong with that? He's never looked at her like that when she had boobs. Not about sex, anyway.]
[ He catches the wavering edge of hurt in her tone. Nothing in his expression changes, not outwardly. But the way he looks at her does -- quieter, more careful. There is no good way to say that Korra's male body doesn't turn him on. Hei wishes he was comfortable enough in his own skin, experimental enough -- affectionate enough -- to ignore the packaging, to have a playful romp with the brightly-colored essence it houses. ]
[ Except his background, his experiences, have ensured that he defines himself by the women in his life. Protecting them, hating them, loving them, alternately understanding or being flabbergasted by them. Men his age and older are competitors more than anything else. He's done his share of shirtlifting, sure. But most has been on assignments. A calculated goal, not recreation. Even during the latter moments -- the two dozen or so he's had -- he was always wary, no matter how affable the other guy was. There was pleasure in the roughness, the foregoing of niceties a woman expected. But afterward he always slept alone. ]
[ He doesn't know what to say. He isn't the go-to guy for emotional analysis anyway. After a beat, he manages, ]
I don't touch dicks unless I'm paid to.
[ The dry tone slides uneasily into the room, not quite fitting. (If it implies something about his past -- well, it is what it is.) ]
Does it really make that much of a difference? [The way he said that makes her heart ache a little, even though she doesn't catch all the implications of it quite yet. She just can't wrap her head around it. Her attraction to internal qualities over external is so strong that she has trouble imagining how it could be otherwise.]
[ He falters, lip bit. How does he explain? For all that he's been getting better -- about control, about sharing, about softness -- there are still tremendously sharp-edged insecurities that like to rear up now and again. Being something other than himself is one of them. The pressure to perform, on top of that, with someone he's not physically drawn to? That's another. It all comes back to him, the tepid haze of interludes, the feigned passions and cold-eyed deceptions against alleyways and grimy bathrooms and shoddy, funny-smelling motels. Trying to muster a lick of enthusiasm for the unwanted procession of half-naked flesh, like a carnival freak composed not of two conjoined bodies, but hundreds. ]
[ Hei swallows. Waits five, six minutes, before settling on the edge of the bed, fighting his usual instinct to exit. He reaches after a beat, then places his hand on her wrist. It is big, with fine dark hairs, and blueish veins passing over onto the backs of her hand. But still warm. Still deliciously toffee-colored. Still Korra. ]
[ Tentatively, ]
Not everyone likes... men and women the same. They're not wired that way.
[It doesn't occur to her that it seems like she's pressuring him to have sex with her, because that's the last thing she wants. This isn't about whether they have sex or not; she's trying to understand him. As far as she can tell, she's not hideously deformed (hey, being primarily attracted to internal qualities doesn't mean you can't also be a little shallow). There's a small, nervous part of her that wonders if he's not attracted to her at all, just the boobs and the ass and the pussy. He's fucked her like she's just a collection of body parts before.]
[ Hei watches the thoughts darkening her blue gaze. They seem to echo the ideas that swim like eels in the churning waters of his skull. Is he so selfish, so shallow, that he still sees her as sub-human? A thing, a buffet of erogenous orifices -- but disposable? It's true, the physical quotient of their relationship is high. It's true, he enjoys the fact that she's so unmistakably, lushly female. Sexually, he's delighted with every inch of her; she might almost be a toy designed for no purpose but to bring him to orgasm. Does that mean it's all he's after? Maybe it's just her passion he wants. Just the way he fits in her pussy. Maybe it's just her adoration and sweetness. He doesn't want her. ]
[ Hei shakes his head clear. ]
[ The room has begun to glow amber in the diffused early-morning sunlight. Korra's big eyes are a little crumbly with sleep, but still startlingly beautiful, in his opinion. The irises, all blue and aquamarine, glowing like illuminated supernovas. Something in him flares -- quiet and red-hot. It's not desire. But it is a strange sort of tenderness. Sure, the wrapping is different. But it's still Korra. Sex and fighting is the duet they sing, what makes them good together. But they're just getting in tune. This is simply one of those hitches in the rhythm. ]
I guess it is. [ He squeezes her wrist. Pauses, then asks, ] What -- exactly did you have in mind?
[ It's not capitulation. But it is a concession. ]
I don't know. [She hesitates for a moment, then gently tugs on his wrist, trying to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. She really wants to hug him and see what those soft breasts feel against her currently flat chest, and kiss him.] I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.
[ That, at least, is true. She tugs him, and he scooches closer, sunlight filtering through the dark of his hair, striking the edges in gold. His gaze dips, the thick stubby lashes making spidery shadows on his face. Then he glances up at her and the hesitation is gone, although there's a splotch of color on the rise of his cheeks. ]
[ After a beat, he leans in -- for once not down, not far -- and kisses her. He was looking for differences but all he finds are similarities. Korra's lips feel a little wider, but still full, still soft. The same taste, the same tactile ticklish-hot sensation as he coaxes her lips apart, darts his tongue between them. A nervous, stuttering energy hums through his body. He shakes it off, placing one palm flat against the hard slope of her chest -- he misses her breasts, but that's not what it's about right now -- and curls the other across the back of her skull, fingers in the warm soft hair. ]
[You already seem pretty uncomfortable. She refrains from saying it, because he's sitting down and scooching closer. And then he's kissing her and it makes her erection pulse. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer, greedy for more of him. It's familiar but deliciously, amazingly new.]
[ He's not comfortable -- not entirely. There's still a small cold worm of anxiety nestled at the base of his skull. But Hei's too well-trained in mimicry, in acting, in going with the flow -- or at least pretending to. His method to get by is just that: method. The trick, he knows, is to compartmentalize. Turn his mind into something dichotomous -- amorphous -- so his head is weighed down by the rush of sensation, while at the same time it is a balloon, bobbing along the ceiling, waiting for him to get past the hitches he's irrationally dreading, and then once that is done, allow him to slow his mind all down again, and enjoy this. ]
[ The stubble on Korra's face feels mildly abrasive. A mix of sandpaper and velvet against his smoother skin. She wraps her thick arms around him, and the fit is different. Unfamiliar, but still cozy. That enveloping sense of possession he gets when he gathers her in is reversed. No matter. He lets his lips curl, kisses her -- wet and sweet -- before employing a neat twist-and-push to slowly roll them over. So Korra's flat on her back against the mattress. So his dark hair falls like a shadowy veil around them, grazing her jaw, as his hands roam free over the unfamiliar planes of her chest. ]
[ His eyes burn dark-hot and his lips are slightly parted, his breaths steady but a degree sharper than usual. It's not want, but it's close enough. ]
[She groans as he rolls them over, his body pressing against her erection in ways she's just not used to. She can't tell whether she's feeling pain or pleasure, only that it's making her head spin and her skin feel tight. When she speaks, she's out of breath.]
No. [She'll take anything as long as he's touching her.]
[ She groans -- different pitch, but the same declension between heady heat and electric want -- and Hei thinks: Oh. This is familiar. It triggers the same reactions in him, albeit at half-speed -- desire like glorious red-hot stars shooting up his muscles. An ache strings low and tight in his belly. He can feel how hard she is against the round of his ass. Feel the tensile heat under his palms, a fresh coat muscle fibres bundled together like crayons in a box. Part of him, the Reaper, the one that sizes up anything that moves in terms of Fight, Kill, Fuck, wonders what she'd be like to fight. But the rest of him is saturated in a syrupy, dark sort of tendresse. ]
[ The corners of his mouth lift a fraction -- secret, winglike. He dips his head, begins to kiss Korra's body. The points of her shoulders, the sloping pecs. Takes one nipple in his teeth, tugging and worrying it between wet swipes of tongue and blunt teeth. One hand glides lower, across the abs, feeling the flex of the muscles beneath. He traces the downy dark hairs scattered along the midline of her torso, thickening as they descend over her stomach to cluster darkly at the junction of her thighs. He doesn't touch her erection. He simply combs his fingers through the pubic patch, tangling them in the hair, tugging playfully. ]
[ He wants to know where this body shares similarities with Korra's usual one, and where they translate into something different. ]
[Nipples -- still sensitive. So insensitivity is a Hei thing, not a guy thing. Good to know
She would love to be analyzing it that clinically. To get a thorough understanding of this body and how guy bodies and girl bodies are different. But she's never been much for analytical thought. She feels and intuits, processing most information subconsciously. And right now she's too busy feeling to do anything else. She squirms under his hands, her hips bucking up, trying to get him to touch the part that's aching the most.]
[ All bodies are different. She shouldn't use his as a barometer for his entire sex. Not every man has the same loucheness -- or inhibitions -- that Hei has acquired. ]
[ It's hard to analyze while in the middle of things, true. Especially when his own pulse is a low, private hum, the sweetness of discovery stirring the hairs on his nape. But a part of his brain can't help it. It catches every single sound and movement: chops it up, replays it, memorizes it. Her hips buck, and he lets off a quiet soothing hum. Starfishes a hand across her hipbone, a silent bid to stay still. If this body operates on as short a fuse as Korra's girl-body, it's better to play it safe. Why let the games end too soon? ]
[ His free hand hand curls around her cock. Radiant and twitching in his cool palm. He hesitates, his gaze traversing over the hard plane of Korra's body to meet her face. There's amusement in his dark gaze, but a coin-bright flicker of warmth, too. He's no musician, but he's played his share of Silent Flutes. ]
[ Tucking his hair back behind his ears, Hei dips his head. Nuzzles Korra's cock, kissing the underside, and the sensitive glans. Feels the insistent pulse in it as he squeezes the base. She tastes salty on his lips, but not unpleasant. A breath, and then he presses a wet kiss just to the head, followed by a slow, kittenish lick. ]
HYNNG! [Something fluid spurts out of her, and for a panicked moment she's afraid she's come already. No. NO! She knows how long it takes for Hei to get hard again after he's come and now it's over before it's even begun?! That is the -- Breathe. It's just precum. She laughs a little at herself and leans her head back, closing her eyes and trying to focus on the sensations without letting them overwhelm her. She doesn't want this to go too fast.]
[ Hei feels a laugh bubbling in his throat -- quiet, an exhaled purr. Glances up to where Korra's expression is a picture of near-bafflement. Her cock, not baffled at all, simply jerks in his encircling palm, the tip wet. With a half-smile, he licks at the spurts of pre-cum as they pool eagerly up. Salty, palatable. It's been a long damn time since he's done this. It's not something he's cared for one way or another. But this is Korra. He's had the chance to learn every last nerve ending on her girl self. This is just an exercise in permutation. ]
[ Time to step it up. ]
[ He detaches, breathes, ] Relax, [ against the slicked head of her erection, a wash of humid air. He doesn't wait for her to reply. Instead he slips his mouth over her again, giving the head a long evaluative swirl of the tongue, keeping at it until he feels another gush of pre-cum bubbling. Then he lets his lips slide free with a pop. Licks a hot wet stripe from the tip to the underside, tongue tracing the heavy vein. He kisses down the shaft, towards the balls that are high and tight, while the wet crown of her cock slides along his jaw, across his dangling hair. ]
[ There are pauses, short plateaus to gauge Korra's reaction, to refresh his own repertoire, but he forges on because he wants to see where this leads. ]
[She could learn a lot if she could manage to pay attention. Korra's aware of this, dimly, but too much of her focus is on not blowing her load all over his face. Her toes and fingers wriggle, a strangely girlish gesture on this new frame. She doesn't even try to hold back her moans, even though she really should. Jinora and Xing are in the house, and she doesn't want them to hear this. Especially doesn't want JInora to wonder who's having sex in Korra's room, since her voice is most definitely not Hei's. (The little girl's disapproving enough without having her think Korra's sleeping with multiple men.)]
[ Boy or girl, Hei thinks, there's one thing about Korra that's gratifyingly constant. She doesn't hide her desire from him. ]
[ He looks up at her, if only for a moment, and there's something almost light-hearted in his gaze -- fondness, maybe. The past associations that crash on the fringes of his memory aren't pleasant -- the times he's done this, the why, the who, the when. But it's offset, if not erased, by the way she twitches and squirms and cries out. The visuals and volume are different, sure. But the fizzing energy in the air around her -- a red-hot corona of need -- is the same. ]
[ Curling his left around her balls, he gently massages to gauge her receptivity. Presses a little harder and curves his fingers around to stroke her perineum, gently corkscrewing into her. The other hand jacks her cock slowly -- helped by his spit. He twists sharply on the upstroke and on the downbeat his mouth engulfs the dark head -- almost halfway without any apparent effort. ]
[Less gratifyingly constant? How easy she is to get off. That one sharp twist and she bucks her head up, almost screaming as something hot & liquid shoots out of her. A part of her - one of the few parts of her capable of semi-rational thought at the moment - is afraid she just peed in his mouth. They've had sex enough times that she knows better, but the sensation is so unfamiliar, so different from her usual orgasms, that she can't quite shake the thought.]
[ Hei feels the shape of her erection change in his mouth. Feels her building, hastening. He's dimly aware his nipples are hard inside his T-shirt, and the base of his tongue feels ticklish in a good way as it massages Korra from root to tip. Then she half-screams -- strange how the altered decibels make the noise seem wrenched as if in agony -- and seizes up. He feels her flesh convulse in his mouth, and the thick seawater-tasting stuff is there. He holds it on his tongue for a moment, contemplating it with both mild interest and a milder frisson of disgust -- he's one to spit, never swallow. But then he sucks hard, cheeks hollowed, and gulps. Slowly he extracts his finger, sucking still, sucking until there's nothing left to suck. ]
[ He doesn't stay there. His mouth takes her down once, twice, and then as she starts to soften, he's off her, lips shiny with spit as he cranes up his body to meet her gaze. Flushed, a little breathless, the beginnings of arousal throbbing through him. ]
I didn't mean to go off so quickly. [Seriously, the lack of control is embarrassing. And with how gorgeous Hei looks right now, lips wet, nipples poking through his shirt, Korra can't believe she's not instantly hard again.
She reaches down for his shoulders, encouraging him to come back up so she can touch him. She wants to make him feel good too.]
[ Come on, she's only eighteen. He'll give her ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. In his experience, at that testosterone-poisoned age, she'll be raring to go again in no time. ]
[ Almost as an incentive, he shucks his shirt, then peels off the Y-fronts. Sunshine brightly illuminates the left side of his body; light filters through the tips of his hair and eyelashes. His skin is pale as a peeled banana, the areoles of the ripe pointed breasts nearly as dark as his scrim of pubic hair. His clothes fall to the floor and he lazily hitches a leg over Korra, arches into her mouth as he trails his palm flat across the plane of her chest. The other hand moves to dip between his legs, idly and without any real heat. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, he draws the hand out, and the fingers glisten before he pops them into his mouth. (It's a performance, but that doesn't mean it's also not sincerely playful.) ]
[Korra settles her hands on his hips, still loving how they round out, the handle they give her on him. Her breath hitches a little when he puts his fingers in his mouth. It feels weird -- she's used to judging male arousal through erections, and she's not hard, but she's still incredibly turned on, which wouldn't feel weird except for the fact that she's in a guy's body and wow she is way overthinking this. She leans up to lick his hand while one of hers slides between his legs. It had freaked him out at first the first time he'd been liked this, but he's the one who touched it first so maybe...?]
[ Bodies are a lot more complicated than Korra realizes. And sex and attraction, Hei is learning, is way more ambiguous than he's assumed. ]
[ He exhales a quiet laugh, as her tongue flickers across his fingers. Slowly, he slips two of them into her mouth. His thumb presses against the stubble on Korra's cheek, and he leans in, kisses her around his digits, sloppy and teasing. Then the warmth of her hand is skimming across his skin, and he twitches sharply. Almost jerks away. It catches him by surprise, because up until now he's catapulted himself into sensation -- blind and single-minded. Now that Korra's touching him, it isn't -- it doesn't feel like what he'd thought it would. He stays quiet and contained, only the furious blush on his face giving his disorientation away. ]
[ His hips rock involuntarily -- he's not sure if it's in approval or open rebellion. Forcibly, he reins in the stuttering movement. Takes Korra's hand in his, and shows her, after a moment of fumbling, how to slip two fingers into him, the web between thumb and pointer-finger against the slick bead of his clit. His breath catches in his throat, one hand sliding up to twist in Korra's thick fluffy hair as he squirms. It's almost uncomfortable, with how tight he is. But the tiny hot spasms of his sex, the burn and pressure of her fingers -- it all feels good. It grounds him, and when Hei dips his head to kiss Korra again, it's raw and honest, the self-possession dissolving like rice paper in rain. ]
[She remembers how he liked it last time. She rubs his clit hard, a shade harder than she would've liked but he's always liked it rough, and seeks out the sensitive places inside him with her other fingers. This is much more familiar, since she's had sex with his girlbody before, and a distant part of her thinks I’ve missed this.
"Missed" isn't exactly the right word, though. It's not as though she's been disappointed with the sex they've been having. She is very, very, very attached to his normal body. But she does wish that she could play with this one a bit more often because he feels amazing.]
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I thought we could do something more fun... [She's aiming for flirty, although there's a thread of insecurity and a pinch of resentment. Okay, she's turned on -- so what? What's wrong with that? He's never looked at her like that when she had boobs. Not about sex, anyway.]
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[ Except his background, his experiences, have ensured that he defines himself by the women in his life. Protecting them, hating them, loving them, alternately understanding or being flabbergasted by them. Men his age and older are competitors more than anything else. He's done his share of shirtlifting, sure. But most has been on assignments. A calculated goal, not recreation. Even during the latter moments -- the two dozen or so he's had -- he was always wary, no matter how affable the other guy was. There was pleasure in the roughness, the foregoing of niceties a woman expected. But afterward he always slept alone. ]
[ He doesn't know what to say. He isn't the go-to guy for emotional analysis anyway. After a beat, he manages, ]
I don't touch dicks unless I'm paid to.
[ The dry tone slides uneasily into the room, not quite fitting. (If it implies something about his past -- well, it is what it is.) ]
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[ He falters, lip bit. How does he explain? For all that he's been getting better -- about control, about sharing, about softness -- there are still tremendously sharp-edged insecurities that like to rear up now and again. Being something other than himself is one of them. The pressure to perform, on top of that, with someone he's not physically drawn to? That's another. It all comes back to him, the tepid haze of interludes, the feigned passions and cold-eyed deceptions against alleyways and grimy bathrooms and shoddy, funny-smelling motels. Trying to muster a lick of enthusiasm for the unwanted procession of half-naked flesh, like a carnival freak composed not of two conjoined bodies, but hundreds. ]
[ Hei swallows. Waits five, six minutes, before settling on the edge of the bed, fighting his usual instinct to exit. He reaches after a beat, then places his hand on her wrist. It is big, with fine dark hairs, and blueish veins passing over onto the backs of her hand. But still warm. Still deliciously toffee-colored. Still Korra. ]
[ Tentatively, ]
Not everyone likes... men and women the same. They're not wired that way.
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[It doesn't occur to her that it seems like she's pressuring him to have sex with her, because that's the last thing she wants. This isn't about whether they have sex or not; she's trying to understand him. As far as she can tell, she's not hideously deformed (hey, being primarily attracted to internal qualities doesn't mean you can't also be a little shallow). There's a small, nervous part of her that wonders if he's not attracted to her at all, just the boobs and the ass and the pussy. He's fucked her like she's just a collection of body parts before.]
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[ Hei shakes his head clear. ]
[ The room has begun to glow amber in the diffused early-morning sunlight. Korra's big eyes are a little crumbly with sleep, but still startlingly beautiful, in his opinion. The irises, all blue and aquamarine, glowing like illuminated supernovas. Something in him flares -- quiet and red-hot. It's not desire. But it is a strange sort of tenderness. Sure, the wrapping is different. But it's still Korra. Sex and fighting is the duet they sing, what makes them good together. But they're just getting in tune. This is simply one of those hitches in the rhythm. ]
I guess it is. [ He squeezes her wrist. Pauses, then asks, ] What -- exactly did you have in mind?
[ It's not capitulation. But it is a concession. ]
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[ That, at least, is true. She tugs him, and he scooches closer, sunlight filtering through the dark of his hair, striking the edges in gold. His gaze dips, the thick stubby lashes making spidery shadows on his face. Then he glances up at her and the hesitation is gone, although there's a splotch of color on the rise of his cheeks. ]
[ After a beat, he leans in -- for once not down, not far -- and kisses her. He was looking for differences but all he finds are similarities. Korra's lips feel a little wider, but still full, still soft. The same taste, the same tactile ticklish-hot sensation as he coaxes her lips apart, darts his tongue between them. A nervous, stuttering energy hums through his body. He shakes it off, placing one palm flat against the hard slope of her chest -- he misses her breasts, but that's not what it's about right now -- and curls the other across the back of her skull, fingers in the warm soft hair. ]
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[ The stubble on Korra's face feels mildly abrasive. A mix of sandpaper and velvet against his smoother skin. She wraps her thick arms around him, and the fit is different. Unfamiliar, but still cozy. That enveloping sense of possession he gets when he gathers her in is reversed. No matter. He lets his lips curl, kisses her -- wet and sweet -- before employing a neat twist-and-push to slowly roll them over. So Korra's flat on her back against the mattress. So his dark hair falls like a shadowy veil around them, grazing her jaw, as his hands roam free over the unfamiliar planes of her chest. ]
[ His eyes burn dark-hot and his lips are slightly parted, his breaths steady but a degree sharper than usual. It's not want, but it's close enough. ]
Any special requests?
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No. [She'll take anything as long as he's touching her.]
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[ The corners of his mouth lift a fraction -- secret, winglike. He dips his head, begins to kiss Korra's body. The points of her shoulders, the sloping pecs. Takes one nipple in his teeth, tugging and worrying it between wet swipes of tongue and blunt teeth. One hand glides lower, across the abs, feeling the flex of the muscles beneath. He traces the downy dark hairs scattered along the midline of her torso, thickening as they descend over her stomach to cluster darkly at the junction of her thighs. He doesn't touch her erection. He simply combs his fingers through the pubic patch, tangling them in the hair, tugging playfully. ]
[ He wants to know where this body shares similarities with Korra's usual one, and where they translate into something different. ]
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She would love to be analyzing it that clinically. To get a thorough understanding of this body and how guy bodies and girl bodies are different. But she's never been much for analytical thought. She feels and intuits, processing most information subconsciously. And right now she's too busy feeling to do anything else. She squirms under his hands, her hips bucking up, trying to get him to touch the part that's aching the most.]
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[ It's hard to analyze while in the middle of things, true. Especially when his own pulse is a low, private hum, the sweetness of discovery stirring the hairs on his nape. But a part of his brain can't help it. It catches every single sound and movement: chops it up, replays it, memorizes it. Her hips buck, and he lets off a quiet soothing hum. Starfishes a hand across her hipbone, a silent bid to stay still. If this body operates on as short a fuse as Korra's girl-body, it's better to play it safe. Why let the games end too soon? ]
[ His free hand hand curls around her cock. Radiant and twitching in his cool palm. He hesitates, his gaze traversing over the hard plane of Korra's body to meet her face. There's amusement in his dark gaze, but a coin-bright flicker of warmth, too. He's no musician, but he's played his share of Silent Flutes. ]
[ Tucking his hair back behind his ears, Hei dips his head. Nuzzles Korra's cock, kissing the underside, and the sensitive glans. Feels the insistent pulse in it as he squeezes the base. She tastes salty on his lips, but not unpleasant. A breath, and then he presses a wet kiss just to the head, followed by a slow, kittenish lick. ]
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[ Time to step it up. ]
[ He detaches, breathes, ] Relax, [ against the slicked head of her erection, a wash of humid air. He doesn't wait for her to reply. Instead he slips his mouth over her again, giving the head a long evaluative swirl of the tongue, keeping at it until he feels another gush of pre-cum bubbling. Then he lets his lips slide free with a pop. Licks a hot wet stripe from the tip to the underside, tongue tracing the heavy vein. He kisses down the shaft, towards the balls that are high and tight, while the wet crown of her cock slides along his jaw, across his dangling hair. ]
[ There are pauses, short plateaus to gauge Korra's reaction, to refresh his own repertoire, but he forges on because he wants to see where this leads. ]
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[ He looks up at her, if only for a moment, and there's something almost light-hearted in his gaze -- fondness, maybe. The past associations that crash on the fringes of his memory aren't pleasant -- the times he's done this, the why, the who, the when. But it's offset, if not erased, by the way she twitches and squirms and cries out. The visuals and volume are different, sure. But the fizzing energy in the air around her -- a red-hot corona of need -- is the same. ]
[ Curling his left around her balls, he gently massages to gauge her receptivity. Presses a little harder and curves his fingers around to stroke her perineum, gently corkscrewing into her. The other hand jacks her cock slowly -- helped by his spit. He twists sharply on the upstroke and on the downbeat his mouth engulfs the dark head -- almost halfway without any apparent effort. ]
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S-sorry...
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[ He doesn't stay there. His mouth takes her down once, twice, and then as she starts to soften, he's off her, lips shiny with spit as he cranes up his body to meet her gaze. Flushed, a little breathless, the beginnings of arousal throbbing through him. ]
Nothing to be sorry for.
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I didn't mean to go off so quickly. [Seriously, the lack of control is embarrassing. And with how gorgeous Hei looks right now, lips wet, nipples poking through his shirt, Korra can't believe she's not instantly hard again.
She reaches down for his shoulders, encouraging him to come back up so she can touch him. She wants to make him feel good too.]
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[ Come on, she's only eighteen. He'll give her ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. In his experience, at that testosterone-poisoned age, she'll be raring to go again in no time. ]
[ Almost as an incentive, he shucks his shirt, then peels off the Y-fronts. Sunshine brightly illuminates the left side of his body; light filters through the tips of his hair and eyelashes. His skin is pale as a peeled banana, the areoles of the ripe pointed breasts nearly as dark as his scrim of pubic hair. His clothes fall to the floor and he lazily hitches a leg over Korra, arches into her mouth as he trails his palm flat across the plane of her chest. The other hand moves to dip between his legs, idly and without any real heat. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, he draws the hand out, and the fingers glisten before he pops them into his mouth. (It's a performance, but that doesn't mean it's also not sincerely playful.) ]
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[ He exhales a quiet laugh, as her tongue flickers across his fingers. Slowly, he slips two of them into her mouth. His thumb presses against the stubble on Korra's cheek, and he leans in, kisses her around his digits, sloppy and teasing. Then the warmth of her hand is skimming across his skin, and he twitches sharply. Almost jerks away. It catches him by surprise, because up until now he's catapulted himself into sensation -- blind and single-minded. Now that Korra's touching him, it isn't -- it doesn't feel like what he'd thought it would. He stays quiet and contained, only the furious blush on his face giving his disorientation away. ]
[ His hips rock involuntarily -- he's not sure if it's in approval or open rebellion. Forcibly, he reins in the stuttering movement. Takes Korra's hand in his, and shows her, after a moment of fumbling, how to slip two fingers into him, the web between thumb and pointer-finger against the slick bead of his clit. His breath catches in his throat, one hand sliding up to twist in Korra's thick fluffy hair as he squirms. It's almost uncomfortable, with how tight he is. But the tiny hot spasms of his sex, the burn and pressure of her fingers -- it all feels good. It grounds him, and when Hei dips his head to kiss Korra again, it's raw and honest, the self-possession dissolving like rice paper in rain. ]
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"Missed" isn't exactly the right word, though. It's not as though she's been disappointed with the sex they've been having. She is very, very, very attached to his normal body. But she does wish that she could play with this one a bit more often because he feels amazing.]
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