[She should be paying attention to his reactions -- then again, maybe it's good she isn't, because that brittle expression would worry her. As it is, her eyes are closed, her head rolled back, her entire consciousness focused on where he's wrapped around her. Her hands grip his hips, just hanging on for dear life.]
[ Considering how impatient Hei gets when she's riding him, he's grateful that she's behaving. Grateful that he gets some measure of control over this. ]
[ His spine curves as he leans over her, dark hair swaying across their faces, tickling Korra's skin. Licking the corner of her mouth, he studies her, absorbing that blissed-out look on her face. Realizing that this same view, and all the others, are what Korra sees when she's in his place. He continues to roll his hips, toying with angles that work, building up speed and momentum with an increasing looseness, if not ease. There's still a tension, at his core -- dull undifferentiated twinges almost like pain. But there's an enjoyment too, in the feel of her skin, in the slipside of her length, filling and stretching him. ]
[ His breaths catch raggedly in his throat, low sounds muffled behind his sealed lips. No wonder, he thinks, girls get noisy. It's as much to let off pressure as it is to express pleasure. ]
[Right… I should... Her thoughts are disjointed and incomplete, but it finally occurs to her that she can do more than just lie there enjoying herself. Penetration's not enough to get off. Biting his bottom lip, she starts sliding her hand to where their bodies are joined, her thumb seeking out the little nub that will amp up his pleasure.]
[ Korra's thumb slips between their bodies, and Hei's lashes flutter, lips dropping in a small o. The soft cry is jerked out of him, exhaled into her mouth. He begins to rock in earnest now, sometimes pressing himself against her touch, sometimes away, riding her cock with long strokes that almost take her out of him (she slips out twice; he pushes her back in with a single-minded urgency). Warm tingling heat fills his belly. When he sinks down, grinding himself against her pubic bone, it's even better. The bulk of her rubs at something inside him the right way, making him shudder and catch his breath, sequins of sensation dancing behind his eyes. ]
[ He keeps it up as long as he can, a liquid heat filling the pit of his belly, but his muscles grow tired before he gets close. Biting back a hiss of frustration, he moves faster, working the long muscles in his thighs, up and down, up and down, remembering to squeeze her inside, as he counts down silently from one hundred. ]
[ He'll make her come before he reaches one, since his own body is trickier about cooperating. ]
[The fact that she's held out this long is nothing short of a miracle, and no doubt due to the earlier blowjob. She tries to hold her climax back as long as she can, but she doesn't know how to control herself in this body. She chokes, arching into him as the desire shoots out of her. The come forms a pool, trapped between the condom and her penis.
It’s kind of gross, a distant part of her thinks idly. No wonder he's always in a hurry to get it off.]
[ Beneath him, Hei feels Korra tense and ripple; inside him, her cock seems to expand. That's good. She's close. He speeds up, loses count, his muscles tight and on edge, a faint tremor racing along his thighs. When she comes, it's almost like being on a mechanical bull; the force, the bucking arch, as she seizes up and spends. Even through the condom, he feels the shocking heat of her. ]
[ After all that build-up, it seems to happen too fast, and leaves Hei flattened, sagging against the brace of his arms. Panting, struggling to gulp in air so his lungs don't feel clogged, he blinks. He doesn't think he came. Body still buzzing; he's still wet and thrumming down there, Korra's softening cock giving occasional little spasms that make him almost gasp. But the whole world feels so, so strange. ]
[ With more purpose than grace, he rolls off her, their bodies disconnecting with a wet pop. Reaches down to tug the limp, gooey balloon of spunk off Korra's half-hard cock. He wrinkles his nose -- not disgust so much as amusement -- then chucks the remains into the trash. ]
[ Boneless, dazed, he slumps next to her. Shakes the hair off his face in a lazy paroxysm. ] ...Well. [ What else can he say? ]
[It takes great effort for Korra to roll over onto her side to face him; she's so bonelessly satisfied.]
That was incredible. [It doesn't occur to her to ask if he came, since she's never had to before. It's always been pretty obvious.] So that's what it's like for you?
[ He's not expecting her to ask. Generally he veers toward self-absorption; small wonder that he doesn't think it's unusual that Korra -- in this form -- is any different. As it is, he's too intrigued by the residual shudders racing through his own body. For all its sweet exhaustion, he still feels the vibrations of his potential climax. Idly, he drops a hand between his legs and feels the wet, slippery lips, still burning, pulsing from Korra's thrusts. With his fingertip he touches the clit, circling round and round. A languid sensation of pleasure, an echo of the fuck, seems to soften and quiet his muscles and mind. ]
[ Is that what it's like for Korra? He wants to ask. To match her curiosity and candor. Instead he says, ]
Kind of feels like there's still something inside me.
I get that sometimes too. [She scooches closer and puts her hand on top of his, adding the pressure of her thumb to his clit.] Like an outline left after an explosion.
[She settles her head in the crook of his neck and kisses his shoulder.] Did you like it?
[ Against his will, Hei makes a noise almost like a stutter, feeling the pressure of her thumb. Presses himself against her, hips rocking with a lazy sort of concentration. It's a moment before he absorbs her question; it seeps a warmth through him like the weight of her body sprawled close, the wet flutter of her lips at the point of his shoulder. Did you like it? These aren't questions people generally ask Hei; sex is about its utility, not its quality. Every encounter, good or bad, is chalked up as a learning experience, and any potential scars are consigned forcefully into the dark corners of memory. ]
[ His reply comes in the form of a kiss, short and sweet, almost contemplative. Drawing back, he looks into her eyes, the tangle of dark hair over the sunbrowned skin a startling contrast against their white and blue. ]
I liked that it's something I got to try with you.
[ Not earth-shattering raunch, but a quiet revelation. ]
[She has no idea how goofy her pleased smile looks. She hadn't been expecting anything like I loved it or That was the most incredible experience ever. Still, this is even better.
I got to try with you. The words are like a balm to a wound she didn't even realize hurt. She doesn't let herself think too much about the other women Hei might be sleeping with, yet they still lurk in the back of her mind, giving form to her unconscious fears & insecurities. This experience, at least, is completely hers alone.]
[ The gratitude in her eyes catches him by surprise. Heat-hazy as his mind is, it takes him a moment to realize what his words mean to her. He wishes he could explain, that physicality and intimacy are two very different things for him. He can get sex, of every flair and flavor, anywhere in the City. But none of those girls have ever made him feel as if he has dropped something or as if he is ready to drop to the floor himself. With Korra, there is a disorienting sense of nothing mattering in the slightest, no gravity or equilibrium. It's thrilling, and new, and something he wants to clutch to himself like a secret. But it's also something he periodically needs to step away from, so he can maintain objectivity and balance. He'd go insane otherwise. ]
[ He can't say that, though. So instead he leans in to give her a long speaking kiss, tongue curling past her lips, tremoring a gust of tenderness from his mouth to hers. His hips are still stirring minutely, tiny jerks against Korra's thumb. When he comes, it's a long, unbroken ripple; the pleasure paralyzing him and silencing his parted lips. All he can manage is a shivering exhale, his eyelids drooping shut. ]
[Korra hums with satisfaction when she feels him shiver against her. The last piece of the puzzle has fallen into place and she can now step back (metaphorically) and admire te picture. The way he's curled against against her, hands tangled together between his legs. The thin sheen of sweat on his breasts. The way their damp hair tangles together on the pillow. The different-yet-familiar smell of them. Unconsciously she matches the rhythm of her breath to his.]
[ In the dreamy landscape between drowsiness and alertness, Hei is aware that at the window, the sun's rays have intensified as if some responsible agency had just noticed they were shining at half-power. The umbra at the blinds is lit up like a lamp and beams ultraviolet rays fall onto him and Korra, pure heat with the rustle of breeze neatly filtered out. With his eyes half-shuttered, Hei lets his head roll against Korra's shoulder. Inhales deeply; he feels good. Boneless as warm taffy. No wonder Korra bounces around after a fuck with that brilliant smile on her face. No wonder Amber had liked to hum afterward, lips tucked wickedly at the corners as if there was a secret under her tongue. ]
[ In a few moments, he'll get up. Shower, dress, go through his katas and get breakfast started for the girls. A few moments. For now, he listens to Korra breathe, his gaze tracking the dustmotes glittering in the sunlight. Floating away to nowhere aimlessly. ]
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[ His spine curves as he leans over her, dark hair swaying across their faces, tickling Korra's skin. Licking the corner of her mouth, he studies her, absorbing that blissed-out look on her face. Realizing that this same view, and all the others, are what Korra sees when she's in his place. He continues to roll his hips, toying with angles that work, building up speed and momentum with an increasing looseness, if not ease. There's still a tension, at his core -- dull undifferentiated twinges almost like pain. But there's an enjoyment too, in the feel of her skin, in the slipside of her length, filling and stretching him. ]
[ His breaths catch raggedly in his throat, low sounds muffled behind his sealed lips. No wonder, he thinks, girls get noisy. It's as much to let off pressure as it is to express pleasure. ]
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[ He keeps it up as long as he can, a liquid heat filling the pit of his belly, but his muscles grow tired before he gets close. Biting back a hiss of frustration, he moves faster, working the long muscles in his thighs, up and down, up and down, remembering to squeeze her inside, as he counts down silently from one hundred. ]
[ He'll make her come before he reaches one, since his own body is trickier about cooperating. ]
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It’s kind of gross, a distant part of her thinks idly. No wonder he's always in a hurry to get it off.]
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[ After all that build-up, it seems to happen too fast, and leaves Hei flattened, sagging against the brace of his arms. Panting, struggling to gulp in air so his lungs don't feel clogged, he blinks. He doesn't think he came. Body still buzzing; he's still wet and thrumming down there, Korra's softening cock giving occasional little spasms that make him almost gasp. But the whole world feels so, so strange. ]
[ With more purpose than grace, he rolls off her, their bodies disconnecting with a wet pop. Reaches down to tug the limp, gooey balloon of spunk off Korra's half-hard cock. He wrinkles his nose -- not disgust so much as amusement -- then chucks the remains into the trash. ]
[ Boneless, dazed, he slumps next to her. Shakes the hair off his face in a lazy paroxysm. ] ...Well. [ What else can he say? ]
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That was incredible. [It doesn't occur to her to ask if he came, since she's never had to before. It's always been pretty obvious.] So that's what it's like for you?
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[ He's not expecting her to ask. Generally he veers toward self-absorption; small wonder that he doesn't think it's unusual that Korra -- in this form -- is any different. As it is, he's too intrigued by the residual shudders racing through his own body. For all its sweet exhaustion, he still feels the vibrations of his potential climax. Idly, he drops a hand between his legs and feels the wet, slippery lips, still burning, pulsing from Korra's thrusts. With his fingertip he touches the clit, circling round and round. A languid sensation of pleasure, an echo of the fuck, seems to soften and quiet his muscles and mind. ]
[ Is that what it's like for Korra? He wants to ask. To match her curiosity and candor. Instead he says, ]
Kind of feels like there's still something inside me.
[ It's both dry and faintly bemused. ]
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[She settles her head in the crook of his neck and kisses his shoulder.] Did you like it?
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[ His reply comes in the form of a kiss, short and sweet, almost contemplative. Drawing back, he looks into her eyes, the tangle of dark hair over the sunbrowned skin a startling contrast against their white and blue. ]
I liked that it's something I got to try with you.
[ Not earth-shattering raunch, but a quiet revelation. ]
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I got to try with you. The words are like a balm to a wound she didn't even realize hurt. She doesn't let herself think too much about the other women Hei might be sleeping with, yet they still lurk in the back of her mind, giving form to her unconscious fears & insecurities. This experience, at least, is completely hers alone.]
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[ He can't say that, though. So instead he leans in to give her a long speaking kiss, tongue curling past her lips, tremoring a gust of tenderness from his mouth to hers. His hips are still stirring minutely, tiny jerks against Korra's thumb. When he comes, it's a long, unbroken ripple; the pleasure paralyzing him and silencing his parted lips. All he can manage is a shivering exhale, his eyelids drooping shut. ]
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[ In a few moments, he'll get up. Shower, dress, go through his katas and get breakfast started for the girls. A few moments. For now, he listens to Korra breathe, his gaze tracking the dustmotes glittering in the sunlight. Floating away to nowhere aimlessly. ]