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三十三

[ action - morning through afternoon ]
[Naga knows before Korra does: Mako's gone. While Korra's at work at the Welcome Center, the polar bear dog sniffs around town, just to confirm it. But all his scents are old over a day old, and she doesn't need to see the Hall of the Missing to know that he's nowhere in the City.

[ voice - filtered to Chekov - supremely hackable ]
[For once, Korra remembers how to do a filter, even when upset. It helps that, by this point, the pain is familiar enough to practically be normal. With Mako gone, she's once again alone in the City.

Except the weirdest part is, she's not actually alone. At this point, she's been in the City longer than she had been in Republic City; she's known Chekov and Hei longer than she had known Mako and Bolin. She doesn't feel as stranded as she had the first time all her friends had left.

That doesn't stop her from feeling lonely in the large Beach House, even with three dogs, eight cats, and five sheep to keep her busy. Which is why she dials Chekov.]

Can you come over tonight? Bring some of that vodka stuff.

[Sadness. Happiness. Sadness again. Her emotions are cycling around so quickly, she can hardly see straight. She's not a drinker by any stretch of the imagination, but right now she'd give just about anything for the world to just stop for a minute and let her catch up.]

[ooc: Open action with Naga during the day! Come run into a lonely polar bear dog.]

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[ Hei isn't sure if it was the momentum of Korra pulling his hair, or if he'd dipped his head that exact moment -- but in the next breath, his humid mouth is sealed tight between Korra's thighs. The sound of her moan makes him want to lick it from her mouth. But he's lapping his tongue in the opposite direction. Downwards. ]

[ He grips her hips in his hands, dragging her nearer. Lifts one thigh to his shoulder, his stubbled cheek scratching the tender skin inside. Eyes drifting half-shut, he breathes her in, the wild, jungle smell of her excitement mixing saltily with sawdust and sweat. Here, he can look at her, the deep pink of her spread lips, framed by dark hair. Wet. He traces the outline of Korra's sex with the very tip of his tongue, letting a cluster of sparks fizzle across the saltyslick parting. Presses the gentlest kiss to the point of her clit, letting the whole sensitive bundle of nerves feel alive with the tingles vibrating off his lips -- before he gives up on restraint. He digs his short fingernails in, five crescents on each of Korra's spread thighs, wrenching them wider apart, and hums as he licks her, slow and lewd, once, twice. Again. Harder. More greedily. ]

[ Sticky-mouthed, sweaty-handed, he teases and sucks and kisses, letting the thrumming surge of energy build a shade darker. Breaks from between Korra's thighs to lean forward, pressing her tart flavor back to her mouth in biting kisses, then trying to find all the parts on her body which are warmest and most sensitive; the curves of damp heat beneath the swell of each breast, the puckers of her nipples, the shallow navel, the pits of her elbows, the smooth inner-thighs and the sweat-salty curls between them again. The charges flowing from his mouth are zaps now, not harsh or painful, but like tiny bites from a million cold-hot teeth -- tingles and vibratos soothed by the wet sweeps of his tongue. ]

[ He wants to turn all the meridians of Korra's body into a surface of sensation. See how much she can take, before he brings her jolting and shrieking over the edge. ]

Heeeeeey!!!! [She had been so close when he broke off to press electric kisses on other parts of her body. Less sensitive parts. (Still plenty sensitive, of course, and she certainly enjoys the attention, but..... hynnnnnng) She squirms, trying to relieve the horrible-wonderful pressure between her legs.]

[ Nasty blades of impatience cut at Hei's nerves. Each gratifying sound torn from Korra, each frantic squirm, goes straight to his groin. His erection, untouched, throbs in time with his pulse. It slavers to sink into her, but he ignores it. Keeping one hand gripped tight around her hips, steadying her, he slips three fingers between Korra's thighs now, where she's wet and open for his touch. Rubs at that spongy sweet-spot that he's memorized, the one that makes her ripple and mewl, raising up her hips with a wanton stretch. His mouth presses to her taut clit, tongue flickering so fast and light it's like a hummingbird's wings exciting her. The sparks are a ghostly crepitation, as if fed by friction, an overlay of static. Korra's excitement simmers more strongly in the air around them; it seems to seep into his pores, infectious. He wonders if the sheer strength of an urge -- an emotion -- can break the laws of logic. Can you covet something with enough ferocity to make you rip up the rules and take what you want, the way he's doing -- between his fingers, between his lips, his teeth, biting and sparking and sucking and licking until he has everything? ]

[ Yes. He doesn't have to prove it to anyone. He doesn't want to think about his hunger. He wants to be swept with it, breathless, unthinking. He'll suffocate down between Korra's thighs if he wants to. He'll drown -- and take her along, building her ruthlessly to her peak until everything comes crashing down. ]

Edited 2013-10-13 01:05 (UTC)

[She doesn't crash so much as shatter.

When it's over, Korra collapses against the futon. Her skin prickles, like jagged pieces awkwardly putting themselves back together, and she realizes dimly that her throat is sore from screaming.

She hopes she didn't yank his hair too hard.]

[ No such thing as too hard. ]

[ Hei exhales a satisfied hum between Korra's thighs. Half-shuttered eyes watching her sink down, as if everything solid has been crowded out by her climax, leaving her flattened. Boneless. His fingers are still between her legs. He feels the aftershocks rippling through her; he feels the twitch. With a flicker of a smile, he slowly draws his fingers free. Lifts his hand to smear them across across Korra's parted lips, before he crawls up her body, mouth claiming hers. The kiss is sloppy, almost lazy, as if he's exhausted by the effort of having pushed their mouths together in the first place and is now uninterested in pushing too hard once they've achieved this small success. Sprawled beneath him with her hair in wild storm-tossed tangles and her legs thrown wide, Korra looks like a debauched doll. The sudden shock of arousal that hits Hei is like another of those electric currents. It leaves him gasping, his erection daubing wet trails of pre-cum across Korra's torso. Aching. ]

[ Catching one of her hands, he brings it down, curling the warm fingers around his cock. Murmurs, with a coaxing but unmistakable firmness, ]

Get up, Korra. I want that pretty mouth of yours.

Bossy.

[Korra smirks against his lips and scrapes her thumb along the top of his erection. She doesn't actually mind; she always likes the chance to flip the tables and drive him a little crazy.

She uses her free hand to push his shoulder and flip them over. But she doesn't work her way down just yet; she just kisses him and strokes him slowly.]

[ Hei is thrumming, hard, pushing up against her palm, straining against the tight heat of damp skin. There's a moment's resistance, more kneejerk than deliberate, when she reverses their position. Then he circles an arm around her, gathering her in crushingly tight. Trails his hand from her spine to the curve of her backside, then up along her flanks to one breast. He pinches a nipple, and his lips part against hers, exhaling a low noise into her mouth, like skin on sandpaper. ]

[ He tries consciously to calm himself down, knowing she'll want a dollop of playful revenge. But the heat rises steep and fast. He's kissing her in a way he never has, feeding on her lips and tongue almost frantically, as if he can never have enough of them. At the same time, his hips jerk, his erection slipsliding in its own fluids against her exquisitely slow touch, trying to make her go faster. ]

[She likes this. She likes this a lot.]

How much do you want it? [The words come out breathless, in stolen gasps between kisses.]

I hate trick questions.

[ But the tone he's aiming for -- a little haughty, a little playful -- gets swallowed between kisses, teeth clashing and lips sliding, breath leaving his lungs in a Mmm that's entirely unplanned. His erection presses fluidly through his own wetness as he rocks his hips. Not begging, but demanding. Breaking the kiss, he mouths at her neck, breath hot against her pulsepoint, his bites rough for a reason. His heart thuds against Korra's chest, feeding a secondary pulse that's somehow heavier around where her fingers are curled. ]

[ One arm looped around her, keeping her close, he breathes shakily and feeds at her right nipple, using his free hand to push more of her breast into his mouth, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of the oils on her skin, pricking at his taste buds. Dimly -- absurdly -- he thinks of the surface of a caramel blancmange as it returns to room temperature; the silky dusting of condensation slowly starting to twinkle. He thinks of Korra's skin, and finds himself dragging his teeth and tongue with a sharper greed across its surface. ]

[She shudders and hums.]

It's not a trick. [She squeezes him harder, but maintains her slow pace.] Tell me. How much you want it.

[ He wants to snap that he's in no mood for games. (When is he ever?) He tries to speak, but his heart is in his mouth, crowding out the cool precision that's always present in his tone, leaving him mute and dizzy instead. His breath seems to keep getting stuck in his chest. When Korra's squeezes, the sound bubbling out seems eked right from his lungs, a quiet growl against the damp crook of Korra's shoulder. Suddenly, he's there rather than watching dryly detached from inside his own head. He's on the edge of crawling out of his skin, breathing in the scent of Korra's soap, excitement a tangy overlay in the air, his legs tangled with Korra's and one hand tightly cinching her breast, the other gripping her hipbone. He'll leave terrible bruises on her skin. But somehow that fits with how his voice aches in his throat with all the countless things which can't seem to make it past his lips. I want you right now. I want to spread you out on the floor and fuck you -- as deep as my cock can go -- I want to smell like you for days -- I want to bury myself where you're so hot and wet -- ]

[ But all he can do is angle his head to kiss her again, hard and desperate, as if that will siphon all the terrible electric-crackling weight from his body into hers. ]

[It's pretty clear that this is all the answer she's going to get from him. But it's more than good enough for her. Korra presses against him, matching his desperation. It's tempting (so tempting) to just slide him inside.

But instead, she breaks away with a wet pop and slides down his body. She breathes on his erection, letting her tongue lightly circle the tip. She glances up at him to get a gauge on his reaction.]

[ The shafts of illumination from the skylight -- a palette of red neons and flickering pinks -- wash over Korra, making shadows play tricks on her bare skin. Hei's mouth is dry, breath lost and mind white-noise, too scattered to think about saying anything. Instead his eyes stay open and track her movements with a burning, predatory interest. ]

[ If it wasn't for how pretty Korra looks -- her mouth hypnotic, made to surround the base of his cock, but her eyes trapping him, big and blue and an incongruous mix of sex and innocence -- and how the slide of her body sparks through him like an electric volt, making his breath hitch ... if it wasn't for all of that, Hei knows he might actually have grabbed her head and shoved himself deep into her throat. Instead he just struggles to control his breathing, fingers clenching in the futon as her tongue swirls wetly around the head of his erection. ]

Fuck.

[ It's a slurred noise, not relief so much as frustration. ]

[She smirks, and carefully wraps her lips just around the head. It feels so good when she can do this to him, torture him even a fraction of the way he likes to torment her. She sucks hard and gently scrapes her teeth across, but she doesn't move any lower. Not yet. She may not be able to make him beg, but she can definitely make him ache.]

[ Hei is absolutely silent, except for the occasional throaty Hmm. When she sucks, her teeth a light scrape across the sensitive head, he expels a fractured breath into in the cool air. One hand grips the futon; the other touches Korra with fingers spread wide, sliding down the tangled expanse of her hair, palm settling at her nape, exerting a slight but unmistakable pressure. Just the heat and humidity of her mouth makes him twitch. She isn't expert at this, but she is very, very enthusiastic. Maybe one of these days, when he's got a better grip on his self-control, he'll show her a calculated mapwork of all the sensitive spots, from root to tip. Show her how to best exploit each different sensation, from the tongue-tip to the roof of the mouth to teeth and throat. ]

[ Instead, he stirs his hips slowly, even as he pushes Korra's delightful mouth further down onto himself, until the head of his cock brushes against the back of her palate. He could nudge harder, but he swallows dryly and restrains himself, letting her meet him the rest of the way. Giving her the option to snatch control back if she wants. ]

Mmph! [It's a half-hearted noise of protest as he gently pushes her down -- not so fast that she chokes, but faster than she would have liked. She gets her revenge by running her teeth hard against him (not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to get the message across. This time it's my turn. (Besides which, she's choked/almost choked on his dick enough times that she really needs absolute control over how much of it goes in her mouth for her to feel comfortable.

She pulls back, almost as though she's going to let go entirely, or go back to just sucking on the head -- but at the last moment, she has mercy and sinks back down, going just a little bit deeper this time.

What can she say? She likes a challenge, and taking him all the way in is still challenging.]

[ Hei's hand clenches in Korra's hair as she drags her teeth across his shaft. The breath unspools from his parted lips in a rush. When she sinks back down, he rides in, fucks her mouth, not fast, but exquisitely controlled. Like he's entitled. But the fingers drifting from her nape to stroke her scalp are gentle. He eases the tip in and out of her mouth slowly, as if he's teasing himself. Enjoying the slick sensations as his cock slides over the hill of her tongue, as the heavy vein on its underside comes into ghostly friction with her teeth. Not breaching her throat, or shoving her head down. Letting her go at her own pace instead, his hips stirring in tandem with her movements. ]

That's it. [ Both hands are tangled in her hair now, massaging the round of her skull. ] Suck, [ he whispers, and the hard 'k' sounds like an obscenity that buries itself inside the air, even as a thread of tenderness creeps into his voice. ]

Bah-theee. [It's hard to properly say Bossy with your mouth full of dick. She runs her nails down the crease between his thigh & his crotch, pleasure-punishment, but otherwise obliges. The hands in her hair feel really good, and that little note of tenderness does funny things to her heartbeat. (Fortunately, she's too busy blowing him to think about what those funny things are, because she would really prefer to not know.)

Bit by bit, she works him in deeper, carefully managing her breathing as he reaches her throat. When she feels she can handle it, she tries adding a little hum for extra stimulation, remembering how much she enjoyed it.]

[ Hei feels the scrape of her nails like a sharp tickle skittering along his thigh. Not the kind that makes you want to scratch but the kind that gives you a delicious little shiver. He acknowledges her hum with an appreciative grunt, even as he thrusts with a fraction more pressure against Korra's tongue, the back of her throat. Holding himself this way -- tense, restrained -- makes the muscles in his legs and abdomen twitch. But he doesn't segue into aggression. His eyes are half-closed, the lips parted, breathing in sharp, short, bursts of air. The hands at the back of her head rest lightly, fingers playing through her hair. Half-controlling, half-appreciative. ]

Good girl. [ It could so easily be condescending. But the tone of his voice is soft. Gratified. He strokes her hair with infinite patience, despite the tremors playing across his nerves. ] Go a little faster now.

[There's no way for that not to sound at least a little condescending, no matter how soft your voice is. Everything about him is too controlled -- the way he rocks his hips, the way his hands direct her head, the patient, measured tone of his voice. Korra doesn't mind being instructed when she's being taught something new, but so far this is your basic blowjob; she's done this before, and she doesn't appreciate the direction. She gives that same flesh in the crease of his thigh a hard pinch and scrapes her teeth on both the top & bottom of his erection (but indeed going faster).]

[ There is, Hei supposes, a reason people dislike mapquesting sex. ]

[ He sees that tiny crinkle between her brows -- pure irritation. Stifles a quite noise, almost a laugh, at her pinch -- right before he shudders helplessly against the scrape of her teeth, humming and restraining himself from bucking up. He watches her begin to move him in and out of her mouth as she sucks, and edges himself in a little deeper each time. Gently, but with measured firmness. The widespread fingers of his right hand stay tangled in her hair, half guiding her, half letting her set the pace. The left drifts down her nape, pads of fingers tracing the beads of her spine, massaging the dips between her shoulderblades. It's not to erase the tension in her body, so much as it's an excuse to touch more of her. ]

[ As it is, he can feel the steep climb of excitement in his body. Need, so strong it bursts onto the stillness of the room, tainting the air with an ache. It hurts. It hurts deliciously to be so close, beads of precum bubbling relentlessly at the tip of his cock, a fine sheen of sweat glinting along the line of his sternum, in the hollow of his throat. His chest is jumping with every breath, eyes half-shuttered and hazy and his head tipped so far backwards that his neck arches. ]

[ He doesn't seem close so much as at an internal crossroads. Does he want to spill into her mouth, or to stop after a few strokes, and get down to fucking? ]

[Don't think she missed that almost-laugh. She's been getting a lot better at reading other people's feelings -- particularly Hei's, since he's so bad at actually communicating them. She harrumphs.

She can feel him getting closer...not quite there yet, but fast approaching. Normally she tries to get him off, for the pleasure of seeing him break like he so often breaks her, but she's not really in the mood to get come all over her face tonight, and she doesn't want to give him the chance to tell her to stop.

So before he can make a choice, she stops. Lets go of his erection with a wet pop and rolls onto her side, giving him a challenging look.]

[ Hei lets off a choked groan. The thrust of his hips is insistent when the hot cave of her mouth withdraws. In contrast, the caress of cool air on his bare skin makes him shudder. His erection curves against his body, full of reedy pulse. Drops of pre-cum tear from the tip, landing onto his taut stomach, catching and glinting in the sparse hairs that run up to his navel. In the next breath, he's rolled to grab Korra, both hands curling around the back of her shoulders to drag her close. There's a desperate, controlled urgency in the embrace. He presses his mouth to hers, parted to expel a growl. Clutching at her everywhere, her spine, then her hair, then her hips and thighs. Part of him wants to stay like this; basic and physical and with every centimeter of his skin receptive against Korra's. The other part can only hear his heartbeat filling his head, entering into his chest and fueling the pump of an inexorable greed. ]

[ Breaking away on a gasp, he reaches for his folded clothes. Finds the thin eelskin wallet, and the foil squares within. The rip and roll takes barely a moment, his fingers steady despite the pulse ticking visibly in his throat. But instead of pinning her down, he rolls, taking her with him so she's sprawled across his chest. Beneath her, his sheathed erection springs tight and hard against the slippery seam of her body. He bites at Korra's lips, pushes his nose along her cheek, nuzzling at the spot beneath her ear with an animal fervor. ]

Do what you like, [ whispered before he sucks her earlobe between his teeth, his breaths coming hot and thready. ] Let me watch.

Edited (wrong icon there is no electrocution gdi ) 2013-10-14 02:02 (UTC)

[A part of her is always amazed by how quickly he moves, how he can slip from her spine to her hair to her hips to putting on the condom and rolling her on top before she has a chance to react. She's tipsy with kisses and hot touches; it takes her a moment to understand what he's saying.

Let me watch.

She's hit with a peculiar kind of stage fright. This is hardly the first time he's handed her the reins, or the first time he's watched her. She likes it when he watches. Yet she's struck with a feeling not unlike when Tenzin put her behind the microphone to introduce herself to Republic City. Blankness. A complete lack of ideas. A conviction that nothing she could come up with would be good enough and it's going to be boring, a disappointment.

But inaction has never been one of her flaws. After that brief moment of panic, her body kicks in, because something is always better than nothing. She reaches down and lines his erection against her, not so that it will go inside, but so it will slide against her clit. Holding it in place with her right hand, she reaches up with her left and starts massaging her breasts. She lets her eyes drift shut and focuses entirely on her own pleasure.]

[ Hei's eyes drift half-shut as she takes his erection in her fingers, guiding it between her slit. Not sinking down, the way he wants her to, but teasing herself with it, stroking the tip lazily, back and forth over her clit and then down to her opening. Anticipation robs him of his breath. Time pools with the consistency of red syrup; the light, too, is syrupy-red, flooding Korra's skin. She makes him half-delirious with the sight of her, and even more when she starts playing with her breasts. He imagines himself reaching out, cupping them in his hands. Imagines leaning in, his hungry mouth going everywhere, biting, licking, gorging, while he rocks up, slides deep into her. Instead his arms go over his head, gripping fistfuls of the futon; his expression as he watches her use his cock like a toy is heavy-lidded, almost hypnotized. He's sure she can feel him fighting his need to move underneath her; his body is tense like a strung bow. ]

[ But instead of calling her attention to himself, he watches her -- memorizing and framing the sequence, rolling it around in his mind, until it becomes an instant trigger for lust. Not just a mental picture; but heavy with sensation, sound and motion. Korra perched across him, knees fanned over his hips, hair a dark tumble around her face and a gorgeous flush running up her chest and neck, blotchy and heavenly. As she slides his erection between her thighs, one moment her hard clit is visible and unhooded, and in the next his cock obscures it. The wet noises sound like kissing, like licking. ]

[ Perfect. All of it perfect. ]

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