poly_chromatic | 三十五

[It almost hurts. She squirms, trying to get away from the cold while still getting the pressure where she wants it, but of course Hei doesn't make it that easy. Instead, he takes his hand away and all there is inside her is cold. She bucks her hips up and can't stop her arms from grabbing his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.]

Nuh-uh.

[ She scrabbles for him, but Hei catches her wrists in both hands. He pushes her back slowly, pressuring her arms until she's still. Then he's leaning in, kissing her, a wet flutter of lips, there and then gone again, replaced by warm breath. His eyes are dark, hazy with something like affection, as he keeps her still. One hand on her hip, steadying her, making sure she doesn't drop the ice cube balanced on her navel. The other hand on her right wrist, thumb rubbing the cluster of veins there as he leans in to lick the sweat from Korra's neck, mouthing away the salt. ]

[ Drawing back, he murmurs, ]

That's one cube. Now for the second.

[ He's keeping a tally. For every cube she drops, he's going to slip a fresh one into her. ]

No way! [A breathless, squirming whine. Every inch of her body is trembling and screaming, and she struggles against his grip.]

[ Sorry, Korra. Rules are rules. ]

[ Reaching out, Hei pulls her panties off, skinning them past her ankles in a tangled braid. There isn't just heat beneath his clothes now. There's pressure and dampness -- a shocking contrast to the chilled cube he fishes from the glass. Popping it into his mouth, he rolls it around, not biting but sucking until it's smooth. ]

[ Widening her legs, he settles on the mat in front of her, between her thighs. There is something very specific about the way he regards what he sees. He doesn't just look. Somehow, his eyes are mouths: they taste, they chew, they swallow. Taking hold of her taut thighs, Hei tips them back, mindful of the ice pooling in her bellybutton, until his face is only inches from her sex. He lets a gust of hot air hit those oversensitized parts -- before pressing his mouth to her, hungrily and without warning. ]

[ As he does, he uses his tongue to push the ice cube from his mouth into her -- blindingly cold. ]

[She screams and doesn't stop. I hate him I hate him I hate him I HATE HIM. She's going to get her revenge on him as soon as she can function again.]

[ Hei feels the lust fanning hotter, in exact proportion to the pitch of Korra's scream. It swells, magnifies beyond any point of reference or comprehension: a billowing mushroom cloud, a brilliant supernova. His hands are unsteady as they grip her thighs, keeping her pinned down. Mouth open, he explores her with his tongue, using wet slow strokes: tracing the plump outer lips and darkish pink inner lips; the taut point of her clit; the tight entrances to to her sex and the dark pucker of her ass. He can feel the shock of the ice cubes' temperature making her internal muscles spasm shut around them. Can taste them melting and trickling out of her, mixed with that tart slickness. ]

[ Drawing back, he lifts his gaze to her -- and there's something determined as well as playful in the glint of his eyes. ]

Stay still. Until it's all melted. [ A beat, before he glances at the twinkling ice poised at her quivering belly. ] And no dropping that one.

[ She knows what will happen otherwise. ]

I -- can't!!! [She protests, loudly and viciously, even as she forces her body to remain utterly motionless. She hisses as she clenches her inner muscles around the ice, trying to melt it faster.]

You can.

[ In a tone that indicates there's not even a fraction of doubt. He likes to tease Korra about being impatient. But the truth is, she has better self-control than he ever did at this age. Especially when it's channeled to a specific goal. Spread underneath him, she exhibits it unconsciously but beautifully. A vision of stillness. He can feel the subtle tremors racing across her body, fed by the ice at the very heart of her. But she stays motionless, stays incredibly, perfectly taut. ]

[ Watching her, Hei can feel himself starting to heat up and burn, the restraint melting like hot wax against a flame. With a low hum, he lowers his mouth onto her glistening sex again, covering the whole of her mound. The heat of his mouth is an exquisite contrast against the coolness of her. He snakes the flat surface of his tongue between her lips and presses it hard against her clit. ]

[ Half distracting her, half making things that much harder. ]

[She growls and twitches, her fingers clawing the floor, her thighs taut against his ears.]

You're. Going. To PAY.

[Tears pool at the edge of her eyes as she squeezes them shut, trying to maintain control.]

I hope so.

[ The words are muffled, a vibration right against her sensitive flesh. His palms skim almost soothingly across her thighs, up and down, as if to relax her. The ice at her belly is just water now, shining on her skin, puddling in the shallow bowl of her navel. Hei watches a droplet streak down her side. Then he's lowering his head again, his hair tickling Korra's inner thighs. His smile is lost in the press of his open mouth against all that cool slickness. He can feel her straining to control muscles that flutter and spasm autonomously; there is a huge fucking damp spot under her from the melting ice. ]

[ Not long before it's all gone now. ]

[ His tongue begins wicked little flicks over her clit, interspersed with long, slow laps. Drawing her inner lips delicately into his mouth, he sucks on them, flicking his tongue over them. Plays with her clit, alternating between tickling strokes, then deep hungry sucks, building to a rhythm now, setting her down that dizzy spiral he's long since built up, only to hold her off it. ]

[Time has -- it means nothing to her now. It could be minutes that have passed. It could be days. Hours. Seconds. She's not thinking about it, nor does she care. She breaks with a loud scream, her hands grip his hair hard enough to pull it out.]

[ She yanks his hair, a few strands snapping, and Hei's vision is studded with shimmering dots. He's burning up now, the heat not just under his clothes but all through him. He can't stand to wait anymore. Even before she's sunk down, breathless and dazed, he's heeled off his shoes, unbuttoned his jeans and shucked them. Reaching into the low nightstand, he pulls out a condom. Carefully, but quickly, he rips the foil and unrolls the rubber down the length of his erection. Leaning in, he lays it along her sex, the smooth swollen head against her clit, her cool lips cradling his shaft. But he doesn't push in yet. He knows from past reactions that the penetration will make her ache. She'll be too wound up, tight from the ice and it'll take her muscles a while to accommodate him, no matter how wet she is. ]

[ His hips rock, more experimentally than not, rubbing his erection against her clit. One hand splays over her heart, the other threading through the hair at the nape of her neck. Hei kisses her greedily, helplessly, trying to assuage the burn of impatience against the hotter taste of Korra's mouth. ]

You okay?

[ Seemingly no agenda behind it. Just a quiet question. ]

[Wait he's leaving why is he leaving he is not allowed to leave! She snarls and tries to grab him as he gets up, not registering that it's only so he can shuck his pants and put on a condom. When he crawls back on top of her, she wraps her arms around him in a vice-like grip. He's not going anywhere until she lets him.]

Fine. [Gasped against his lips. No languid, lazy post-coital feelings right now -- she wants him, no matter how tight she feels from the ice.]

[ The way she wraps around him makes Hei think of a steel cable. His erection is still there, pressed between them, throbbing with every inhalation, but he doesn't move yet, as if he feels himself bound. The melted ice on Korra's belly has left a patch of blessed cool, but he doesn't want it. Doesn't want anything but the heat of Korra's body. She's so solid, so unclassical, with that hard flex of muscle interrupted by heavy, smooth curves. But so mesmerizing too, everything about her so vulnerable, open, despite her surprising strength, that Hei wants to cover her with his own body, to feel her breasts pushed flat against the plane of his chest. ]

[ When she says, Fine, he takes it as green light. Spreading her legs wider beneath the hard curve of his body, he guides himself in. She's liquid, deliciously cool against the heat of him. Beautifully soothing against the burn of restraint. Sighing, Hei buries his head against her neck. Her temperature reminds him of the first time he'd fucked her, how still and cool she'd been. The deja vu sends a spike down through his body that ignites in one of those slow out-blooming shudders that just seems to go on and on. Like a languid stretch, a slide into a pool on a boiling summer. ]

[ He forces himself in deeper -- full length. It's not as gentle as he could be. But the sensations are so good that he doesn't want to stop. ]

[She chokes, burying her face against his and clenching her arms around him as he shoves inside. It hurts, but she likes the pain, and the fullness. Stretching out, almost beyond what she thinks she's capable of. Her body ripples, pressing against him, silently pleading for more.]

[ The cool sopping feel of her is almost too much to bear. The way she ripples against him makes colors blossom inside Hei's skull, not a flower but gardens of the stuff, a pleasure like searing-hot rivets sprinkled on his scalp. ]

[ Teeth clenched, he settles for a moment, their bellies pressed together, his weight on his elbows and his hands under her damp shoulders. His fists clench and unclench, brachial veins pulsing down his biceps. But the rhythm he sets is slow and deliberate. He doesn't know why, but he's not in the mood for rapid jackhammering and forceful kisses right now. Instead he drops kisses on her neck, on her ear and cheek, and, in gulping, gorging presses, on her mouth. His expression is strange -- distant but somehow rueful too. Between kisses, he keeps his eyes concentrated on her face, gauging her reactions. ]

[He is. So weird. She doesn't understand that rueful expression in his eyes, any more than she understands the remoteness. He's here but not here but not locked away either. It's confusing, and with every kiss she tries to make sense of it, tries to drag him back down with her.]

[ Hei's hand snakes its way down to the base of her spine before his arm follows it, keeping Korra anchored against him. He glances down at where he's sunk into her, watching her slickly engulfing him, over and over again. Slowly his strange expression changes, as if with each stroke, each kiss, she's pushing that reserve, that barrier, that hollowness away. A bizarre way to get to know someone, but that's what's happening. Tipping her hips up, he forces her pelvis to spread. Her inner architecture shifts, and as he begins to thrust a little faster, the head of his cock nudges against the mouth of her womb. He can feel the rings of muscle inside her grabbing at him, squeezing him -- and it gives birth to a low moan: louder, softer, almost inaudible like he's inhaling. ]

[ Part of him feels like this could be dangerously, wonderfully enough. (The tenuous warmth of this, the column of her neck and the kisses he's marked into her skin, the way she ripples around him -- it is enough. Intimacy in every way that his life hadn't let him enjoy.) ]

[As his expression changes, Korra relaxes, spreading wider, taking him in deeper. The moan makes her smile -- a small, self-satisfied look, though Hei is more likely to feel it than see it. She bites down on every place she can reach, every thrust resulting in a moaning sigh.]

[ Hei feels the imprint of her smile. Those sounds she makes, as much as her bites, send broken points of fire dancing across his vision. But strangely it's the way she relaxes which stops his breaths short, knocking every thought from his brain. Everything is so careful and yet so certain; rough yet warm. But at the edges, a crackle of hunger galvanizes each movement. It's a twitch of sharp tension, racing across his thighs, feeding a shiver down his spine. A hunger that boils hotter with every touch, his restraint unspooling, first soft then violent, like string yanked by a careening kite. ]

[ Exhaling hungrily, he seals his lips back to hers. One hand pushes between their bodies, the heel of his palm settling against her clit. He's not a particularly vocal fuck; more quiet gasps and slitted eyes, a replica of how he fights. But right now, he feeds Korra a grunt with every deep thrust, even as he knows he's not going to come too soon. She's too cool, too slick, and even with her squeezing him it isn't quite enough. ]

[ His mind is in a strange place; bright red and tender and rubbed raw. ]

Mmmph! [She bites his lip and clenches around him.]

[ She bites him, and Hei swallows hard. Like something's been rattled loose inside him; like he has to work to hold himself steady. ]

[ Withdrawing a little, he sinks back into her, not by degrees but fitting in one fluid, brutal snap of his hips. Even that sensation alone is enough to make his gasp, fingers digging into the meat of her shoulder as he leans in kiss her again, like he wants to snatch even the air from her lungs. The other hand stays between their bodies; his thumb starts a tight circling across her clit. It's not artful, not like the cool, self-possessed Hei of always. It grinds against her, even as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, aiming for something deep as well as rapid, each motion a knifelike pleasure. ]

[The hard thrust makes her gasp, a sound that's swallowed by his mouth. She hooks her legs around his and arches into him.]

Please. Please.

[ The sound of her pleading makes Hei feel as if his every nerve center has been dynamited. His thigh muscles began to twitch, shuddering in sympathy with Korra's rippling surges against him. Through their panting, he can hear the soft, liquid sound of motion between their bodies. His rhythm intensifies, a tight sharp pummeling that rubs up his arousal into an almost unbearable abrasive urge. With a thumb and forefinger, he squeezes her clit, even as he rolls his head, gnawing at the join of her neck and shoulder, all hot breath and biting teeth. He'll see her unravel first, proof of the strange unspoken fact that this can work until it doesn't, that their usual distance doesn't factor into this equation and even if it did, Hei won't rest until it died down to nothing but flickers in his chest. ]

[ All of this would've been so much easier if it had been about trying to manipulate Korra, trying to use her as a means to get somewhere, but at the end of the day -- it's not about that at all. It's a frightening novelty, to be able to feel that way about anyone. ]

[ (Maybe if he were a little less dead inside, his heart a little less damaged and frigid, he'd call it love.) ]

[Maybe she would too. Or maybe not. Korra doesn't know what she feels for Hei, honestly. Attachment. Affection. Fear. Anxiety. More than anything else, desire. Are there enough ingredients in the mix to make it love? Who knows. It burns more intensely than what she had felt for Mako. But...love?

She's not thinking about it. Not thinking about anything except how he's making her body feel. She's clinging to him, trying to hold it in for as long as she can because it feels so good and she wants him to break first. It's just...so... hard.

And then she breaks.]

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