just accept this is a soap opera

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WHO: Asami and Hei
WHAT: They’ve been on a journey for two months looking for Yin. Now Asami & Hei are killing time while they wait for Korra to return.

[It's just about dusk when Asami arrives at the rendezvous point — a little house at the edge of a tiny Fire Nation village that she's renting for this segment of their journey. They'd taken to renting houses instead of hotel rooms to give them more flexibility and security, so they could separate but always maintain a solid home base. It was inexplicably important to Hei that their journey remain strictly hush-hush.

It was more understandably important to Korra and Asami that nobody found out about their threesomes. The gossip rags would eat that information up and they would none of them get a moment's peace, not to mention the embarrassment of facing their friends. Asami knows how self-conscious Korra is about her sexual history, considering both her parents and her past life never dated anyone else, and even Tenzin had only dated Chief Bei Fong before marrying Pema. Asami tries to tell her that in her thousands of lifetimes, surely one of her past incarnations has been happily promiscuous, but without the ability to communicate with them, they'll never know.

Asami lets herself into the house; she's the first one to make it back. Hopefully Hei or Korra will come soon with better news, with some sign of Yin. None of the people she met knew anything. She sighs, sets her shoes aside, and makes a beeline for the sake.

(They'd been drinking sake that first night, when they were still renting hotel rooms. Korra normally refrained from alcohol, but that night she took two shots. As they were folding up the map, getting ready to separate for the night, Korra leaned over and kissed her. Asami was too tipsy to resist, even though Hei was right there. They kept kissing each other, and their clothes came off, and somehow Hei was naked too and pounding Korra while Korra brought Asami off with her fingers. At some point Hei slipped inside Asami too, and Asami remembers thinking dimly Oh no because it's one thing to be in love with Korra; wanting to share her boyfriend is something else entirely.

They woke up sober, embarrassed, and had sex a few more times before dragging themselves out of bed. Then she and Korra had more sex in the shower so that, by the time they got to breakfast, Asami could hardly walk and couldn't count the number of times she'd come. At breakfast, they all decided to not try and put a label on what happened — or a stop. "We all like sex," Korra said. "Let's just...let it happen." And it did, just about every night they were together. This past week, when they all separated to cover more ground, is the longest she's gone without sex since they started this journey three months ago. She doesn't understand how she used to go months without it.)]

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Ah! [She didn't think the room was that cold, until he rips her panties off and the air hits her hot, swollen skin. Her breasts feel raw from his stubble; everything hurts, but she loves it. Her right leg slips off the couch, mostly because there's really not enough room to be doing this here but it has the added benefit of opening herself wider for them.

Her skin trembles, anxious and eager for whatever he chooses to do next. Maybe he'll torture her with his tongue. Maybe he'll pull out his erection & bring himself off with her breasts. Maybe he'll fuck her mouth — just thinking about it makes her lick her lips and take a deep, shuddering breath. Her mind dances with the possibilities, each new thought racheting up her excitement. But she doesn't say anything; she just enjoys the delicious mystery of wondering what he'll do next.]

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[ More likely all three -- at his own sweet time. ]

[ Kneeling between her splayed legs, Hei lets his gaze slip from her sweetly tortured face to the trembling stem of her body, nipples bitten pebble-hard and soft breasts blotched with his rough kisses, then down between her thighs. Her sex isn't like Korra's -- an amazing, beautiful mess of pooched folds and dewed black curls. She is trimmed very close, the way you see in magazines. Manicured. A sparse dark line, nothing else, and the way she is spread, he can see that obscenely pink flesh peeping beneath, the delicate, ruffled fringe of inner lips that is nearly the same shade as her nipples. ]

[ Idly, he strokes her thighs, marveling at the poreless skin, the texture like a newly unrwapped tablet of soap. Then with his finger and thumb, he reaches into the scrim of silky damp hair itself and traces her tender public lips, before coaxing them very wide open. Shifting, Hei leans in, his gaze sweeping across her like the slow movement of a clock hand. Exhales, his breath a hot feather across her slippery entrance, the unhooded nub of her clit. ]

[ Despite all their earlier threesomes, he hasn't gotten around to eating her out yet. But that's no surprise -- cunnilingus is pretty low on his list of preferred activities. The role of the olfactory nerve in matters of arousal is hugely significant for him. That heavy, hormonal, almost pungent scent of a woman can be either an amazingly powerful trigger -- or an absolute turn-off. Asami's scent is very different from Korra's. Lighter, almost earthy, like the wet loam of early spring. ]

[ He likes it. Likes too, the slick topography under his tongue, as he drags it across her labia, performing a jawbreaker swirl, without the jawbreaker, while with his hand, he finds her clit, working it gently between his fingers, back and forth, back and forth, a teasing overload of sensation. ]

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[I don't know, Hei, cunnilingus seems to be one of your favorite activities with Korra. The practice you've logged in with her certainly shows. Korra is really good with her tongue, but it takes awhile to get Asami really worked up — a slow, steady climb. Right now she's hurtling up through the air like gravity is backwards. Maybe it's him; maybe it's being bound. Who knows what makes the difference.]

Hei — [It's not a moan or a whine; more a breathless expression of appreciation.] Harder. I'm... going to come. [A part of her can't believe it's happening so quickly; another part realizes she actually has no idea how much time has passed.]

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[ Cunnilingus with Korra will always be one of his favorite activities. He's not sure what alchemy, what complex mix of pheromones, shapes his desire. Maybe it's that fabulously tart taste of her, that electrifying musk. Maybe it's the way her response to his attentions is always something to behold, her sex demanding its pleasure with the fluttering ferocity of a sea anemone at the kill. Hei has no idea what it is. He only knows it makes him wish for the tongue of a reptile. ]

[ That's not to say he's not enjoying doing this for Asami. He knows it takes time for her to climb -- a slow burn fed by patience and focus into a pure, white-hot flare. But right now, she's slipped with gratifying speed straight into the zone -- singleminded and breathless and stunningly lewd -- all stirring hips and jittery breaths. Hei watches her as she climbs, his dark gaze hungry and hawkish. But the noise he makes in his throat -- a subvocal thrum -- is almost an Uh-uh. He's not planning to let her come so soon. ]

[ Catching her clit between soft lips, he laps at it with the rough edge of his tongue. Stabs it into her entrance, wet, thick slurps, before licking her clean -- right before he suddenly, savagely, sucks at her clit. Just enough to send her teetering to the very tip of orgasm -- before he lets her go. ]

[ Rocking back on his heels, he wipes his slicked mouth with the back of his wrist. His breaths are knocked ever-so-slightly out of rhythm, but still deep and steady. ]

...Not yet.

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What? [Asami jerks up, inadvertently whacking the couch with her bound hands. Normally her self-control is much better than this, but that last savage suck blasted it away. She stares at him, struggling to get her breathing back under control, to get a handle on her frustration.]

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[ She is a picture of lovely dishevelment -- messy-haired and wild, cheeks high with heat and eyes a hazy green shimmer. A smile sneaks at the corners of Hei's mouth: it is rewarding to see her stripped of the protective barrier of her serene self-possession. It is its own form of exposure. ]

[ With a free hand, he reaches out to cup her cheek. Traces his thumb across her parted lips, and into the waiting heat of her mouth. When he speaks, his voice is quiet -- a soothing monotone that doesn't betray his fast-thrumming interior. ]

Some things don't mean so much if you don't earn them.

[ This isn't meant to proceed at her pace -- but his. And what he wants most is for her to drink in the full measure of what she's agreed to. For him to coax her to -- and then through -- her sexual limits. Little Miss Sato, who handles all the biggest deals in Republic City. Keeps at an arm's length all the men with fancy titles and tailored suits, eager for a one-off with the beauty who holds a veritable empire in the palm of her hand. Handles them across boardroom tables, at close quarters in limousines and couches. Controls them with those soft green eyes, with the small permissions they can grant or strip away. ]

[ Right now, those subtle permissions aren't hers to give. (Unless she says 'Stop.' Then the games will desist entirely.) ]

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[She takes the hint when he slips his thumb inside her mouth and sucks on it, running her tongue into its creases, teasing it where her lips wrap around it. She can taste her lipstick faintly on the pad. The control she'd briefly lost slides back into place; this is what she asked for. She asked him to take control and make the choices.

Asami sinks back into herself, focusing on his finger until the frustration between her legs is nothing more than a small knot, like a little bag of gunpowder waiting for a spark.]

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[ Hei lets off a whuff of incited breath through his nostrils as she sucks beautifully, eagerly, on his thumb. Soft red lips embrace the digit, her tongue a wet, creamy laving, as he slowly fucks her mouth with it. He watches her regather her equilibrium, like dozens of loose threads slowly knitting themselves back together into one sleek furl. It will be interesting to pluck it apart and watch her unravel once again. ]

[ When she's calmer, he withdraws his thumb from her mouth. Sketches the shape of her lips with the pad of it. Her lipstick is dark and slick and tasteful: he can't resist smearing it across her chin, ruining its artistry just a little. When he leans it to kiss her, a wet biting flutter, he can taste it clinging faint and plasticky to his own mouth. ]

[ Sitting up, he drops a hand to unfasten his belt. The buckle is heavy: it clanks as he undoes it, before dragging the belt free. In his jeans, his erection thumps for attention, a blood-heavy cramp. But it's easy to ignore. The long swathe of milk-white skin across her body seems to call to him. Doubling the strap of the belt through his right hand, Hei drags the buckle across her hip: there is something intimate, almost indecent, in that large cold hunk of metal coasting across her warm skin. ]

[ Twisting his wrist, he lets the flat leather end of the belt swat her thigh -- light, almost experimental. ]

Yes, or no?

[ He's not planning to leave marks -- but he does intend to make her sing for her metaphorical supper. ]

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[Asami's nose wrinkles a little when he smears her lipstick — she can picture it in her mind's eye and it looks silly, which is a look she tries to avoid. The mild annoyances passes quickly as he kisses her, and she finds herself sinking back, moving her hands back above her head when they both break for a breath before kissing again.

He pulls back and undoes his belt, and Asami wets her mouth, ready to repeat what she'd done with his thumb. But his pants stay on. Instead, he swats her thigh and she yelps as much in pleasure as in surprise. The sting goes straight to her clit, as though he's pinching it.]

Do it again. [Her sex flutters with desire, though she keeps the rest of her body perfectly still.] I mean, yes. Please.

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[ He hears the longing coloring Asami's tones: she is sweetly radiant, burning with the ripening temperatures of lust and submission. But there is also an undertone -- far stronger than her need -- of her trust. The trust that he won't overstep, that he's sane enough not to damage her, to batter her bloody. It's enormous, and he can't imagine why she's bestowed it on him, or how much it's costing her. He simply plans to ensure it doesn't go unrewarded. ]

[ He doesn't begin right away. Instead he skims a hand up her flank, fingers light as they encompass the pale orb of one breast. He kneads it, first idly, then cruelly, plumping it high, before catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Something in his quiet voice signals that this is a command, not a request. ]

Yes or no only.

[ The fingers stretch her pebbled nipple and snap it. And then the dark tongue of the leather belt unfurls. He teases its length across Asami's breast, as if getting her used to it, a cool alien rasp across her soft skin -- right before he brings the belt down, thwacks her breast in a series of hard slaps. Not enough to bruise her, but enough to redden the skin, to make it seethe with sensation, the strap licking across her nipple again and again. ]

[ Her skin is a gorgeous splotchy red when Hei turns his attention to the other breast, plumping it in the same manner, twisting the nipple. Again comes the strap, licking at her nipple, a cruel orgy of stinging blows, until her skin is mottled an exotic chameleon-pattern of pink, the nipple pebble-hard under the torrent of sharp licks. ]

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Yes. [That tone of command makes her feel warm, like a cup of sake. The trust she's placing in him is a reflection of her trust in Korra. Considering her history — her mother's murder, Mako's betrayal, her father's madness and attempt to kill her — trust does not come easily, particularly with men. That's one of the reasons she's never found someone to try this with before; it requires more trust than she can build up with a new person.

She finds herself holding her breath as he smacks her breasts, little almost-grunts escaping with every crack of his belt. The pain goes straight between her legs, until it almost feels like there's an invisible hand pinching and twisting her clit. Only somehow it's more intense than direct stimulation. She'd love to figure out why, except this, right now, is much more engaging.]

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[ She's so beautifully subdued compared to Korra's feral, stormy-eyed allure -- quiet but without those invisible hooks of tension. Her little noises, each time he hits a particularly sensitive spot, are like white-hot pennies pinging off his spine, sending up tiny curls of smoke. ]

[ It's a long moment before he leaves her tortured breasts alone. Gorgeously splotched -- each of them is probably a terrible burning ache by now, In comparison, the soft white sweeps of her thighs beckon. Angling his belt, he lets loose a fresh rain of licks across them. Hard snapping spanks that make the pale flesh quiver, the heavy leather striking her with loud, echoing cracks, the skin seeming to ignite under the blows -- a radioactive pink. Harder and harder the blows come -- but it's not a spike of force. More an achingly slow climb, a tease, a tender cruelty. ]

[ And then his hand is between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, her sex laid bare for him as the strap swings down, licking across the plump mound, the leather scraping across her clit. Not with force, but with a relentless sting like horseflies across the slick flesh, until he can see the lips puffing, the moisture oozing, the slaps sounding wetter and wetter, as if intent on transforming her sex, her whole body, into a formless explosion of fire. ]

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[Breathing is how you manage pain — Asami knows that from Korra's long recovery from her poisoning — but even knowing that, she keeps holding her breath, only to let it out in ragged coughs when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. The sting takes long to fade each time, until it doesn't fade at all; there's just a steady flame of pleasure-pain. Tears prick at her eyes as he moves from her breasts to her thighs, but she can take the pain. The switch to her legs gives her a chance to marshall herself together.

Yet nothing can prepare her for the bright, flaring shock when he strikes between her legs. She actually screams — a short, strangled sound.]

Wait — [Give her sometime to adjust, to get her control together, but he strikes again and her entire body convulses. She struggles against her bonds, wanting desperately to massage her breasts. She's so close to coming, all she needs is one little something, one extra touch, even something as simple as a gust of air across her nipples.]

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[ Except he's not planning to let her come. Not yet. Not this way. ]

[ He can tell how close she is, a taut thready strain vibrating through her whole body, her hips rising judderingly as if to meet the strap. Her scream leaps through him with something like a quiet triumph. But he doesn't slow down, flicking that exquisite torment between her legs, over and over, until he knows she's swollen, brimming, at the excruciating tip of orgasm. ]

[ Only then does the strap lie against the burning mouth between her legs without motion. Drawing the belt away, Hei lets it drop. His pulse beats through every taut inch of him. His breaths are shuddery, but deep, as if to quieten the buzz inside his skull. She's doing so well, allowing him to construct this elaborate, merciless chain of lascivious inevitability. It will be rewarded -- but it won't preclude the punishments in between. ]

[ Unbuttoning his trousers with steady fingers, he drags down the zipper. Lets her see the darkish, wet-tipped length of his cock appear in his hand, withdrawn from the parted jeans and white boxers, a prurient display. Letting her know the effect she has on him -- but reminding her that her ordeal is far from over. His eyes are half-lidded, soft, yet somehow remote -- accepting no compromise. ]

Yes or no only. Isn't that what you were told?

[ Climbing the couch, he moves up over her, almost straddling her torso -- but without placing any weight on her. Takes hold of the armrest by her head and pushes up closer, parting her swollen red lips, nudging the head of his cock through them with a coaxing but firm motion. ]

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[Her mind's in such a fog, Asami doesn't remember saying anything, but she gasps Yes anyway because he asked a question and she has to answer. Right now she'd do just about anything he said; she's drunk on pain and the strange freedom of obedience. Her eyes are glued to his erection as he pulls it out — thick, weeping, almost as dark as the leather he beat her with. Her labia is so sore, she isn't sure whether sex right now would be pleasure or genuine pain, but a part of her just wants him to fuck her so she'll finally be able to come. Orgasm denial is a new, strange game to her. (Korra tried it a few times, but she was never very good at it.)

Hei doesn't go for the gold; instead, he pushes into her mouth. She opens her throat, the way her first lover taught her (but Korra helped her improve on), so he can slide in deep. He tastes salty and bitter; she undulates her tongue, trying to capture more of his flavor without putting herself at risk for choking if he starts to thrust.]

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[ The change in her is remarkable. Gratifying. Before, she'd had a gentle dignity about her that shielded her from him, the way the soft dark shroud of her hair shields her face, only to be combed back by his fingers. But now she's almost stoned, her body hot and vibrating, yet somehow exquisitely drained, a lassitude that seeps into her every muscle. As if the pain has softened her, made her infinitely more malleable. Except that's how it is for some people. Living with a cacophony in their heads that only pain -- or its bittersweet cousin -- can silence. ]

[ Her mouth is hot and slippery, the tongue a ticklish liquid swirl as it chases the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. She's almost as good at this as Korra -- but then, Korra has learnt his body after close to a decade of tutoring and exploration. She knows his hot-spots. Knows what sensation, what look, what sound, can shoot his temperature up like mercury popping in a thermometer. Knows what can make him come in a soaking rush -- even if its just with butterflied fingers and a clever little tongue. ]

[ It doesn't matter. Asami is different, and her enthusiasm is dizzying. She takes him in halfway without seeming effort -- and at the burning-hot sensation, the pressure of Hei's held breath roars against his eardrums, making it hard to think beyond a blur of Yes. Oh, yes. He forces himself to let out a jittery hiss. Natural self-indulgence would be too easy right now. But that's not why they're here. ]

[ Instead, the long muscles of his thighs and abdomen quivering with a stymied energy, he cants his hips. Sinks deeper into her, almost nudging the back of her throat, but not enough to gag her. Cradling her jaw, while his other hand threads gentle fingers through her hair, he rocks against her, into her -- slow, languid thrusts, as if he's more interested in her mouth, its heat and texture, than in blowing his wad. ]

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[Beyond the little teasing of her tongue, Asami doesn't try to do anything as he fucks her mouth — no sucking, no scrapes of teeth. Her mouth is just a warm, wet hole for him to use as he pleases. This is another key difference between Asami and Korra: while they're both used to being objectified, Korra never finds it sexy, while Asami gets a little transgressive thrill out of it. Not with all people, not in all circumstances, and only in small doses, but sometimes it can be really, incredibly hot. Because it's the anti-thesis of what everybody says sex should be; it's wrong, but doesn't hurt anyone (when done right). It absolves her of responsibility, worry, and care. A bed doesn't have to struggle to be a bed; it just exists and you lie on it. In the same way, her mouth doesn't have to work to please him; it just has to be open & wet and he can please himself with it.

The hot pain from the lashing fades to a warmth that melts her muscles; she relaxes even more, until his balls bump against her chin with each thrust. Her pussy throbs and weeps for him. Will he come in her throat, or will he deny himself the way he denies her?]

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[ Just this -- feeding himself into her hot mouth -- is exquisite. She doesn't service him: she lets him take, and that yielding softness licks at Hei's controlling streak like a flame. Even if disembodied by darkness, her mouth could be a glory-hole in its own right. But there is more -- the shape of her finely-sculpted skull cradled in his palm, the curved wing of her jawbone and the lush thickness of her hair, a few dark waves clinging to her skin with damp, the riveting beauty of her face, heat-rouged and mussed yet so serenely lost in itself that Hei is tempted just to gaze. ]

[ He doesn't, though. He just jerks with a selfish lust into her mouth, once, twice. Pulls out and rubs the seeping head across her lips, a glaze of pre-come and saliva, prying her mouth wider open and sawing his cock back and forth across her tongue. Her breath is hot on his shaft, a soft feathering tickle across his balls. It's tempting to sink into the sensations. To satisfy himself and make her wait a while longer. But as much as tonight is about her willingness to be used, it's also about her transition from resistance to melting acquiescence. ]

[ And he's not done with her yet. ]

[ Slowly, on a sharp inhale, he draws back. Slides down the boneless length of her, but not before smoothing an appreciative palm through her hair. An unspoken Good girl. Straight-armed, breathing in shallow scoops of air, he hovers over her body. With the other hand, he cups her between her legs, squeezing the soft mound of her sex. He doesn't touch her clit; doesn't slip his fingers inside her. Instead he traces the outer lips, slicked and pouting, tugging gently on the fine hairs. ]

[ There is something half-soothing, half-dangerous, in the set of his dark eyes, the sharpish lines of his face. ]

Think you're ready to come yet?

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[One kink she doesn't have? Daddy kink. Still, Asami appreciates the gentleness in the way he strokes her hair, the way it transitions her from wet hole back to whole person. There's a vibration in her throat, like an agonized whine without enough strength to make a sound, when he fondles her sex, never quite touching it the way she wants.

Think you’re ready to come yet? She's been ready to come since he ate her out. The need is a tight hard ball in the pit of her stomach.]

Yes.

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[ Yes, please don't call him Daddy. That would just weird him out. ]

[ Her Yes is so piteously matter-of-fact. Still, he doesn't respond to it right away. Not verbally, or physically. He carries on teasing her between her legs: she is so fucking wet, and his fingers move fluidly, stroking the whole of her cleft. Rimming round and round, tracing her entrance, then dipping inside her, crooking with an upward motion to massage her sweet-spot. ]

[ The generosity only lasts a moment. In the next, he is withdrawing his glistening fingers. Gathering her into his arms, handling her gently yet carelessly, like expensive baggage. In a few moments, he's arranged her in a way he likes, on her knees and elbows, pressing her neck down and forcing her thighs wide apart. Easy access, gorgeous vantagepoint -- the tumbled black spill of her hair, the wings of shoulderblades and pretty beads of vertebra flowing to a pinched waist before swelling to her hips and the pale curve of her ass. ]

[ With his fingertips, he touches the soft, sweet, moist sex glinting in the yellowy lamplight. Spreads his hands over her smooth buttocks, squeezing them -- before bringing his palm down in a stinging slap. Once, twice, then again, first sideways, then flat on, branding delicious pink palm-prints into the flesh. When he finally stops, it's to lean in, lips tracing the curve of her spine. Palm smoothing languidly across her skin, feeling the heat of her reddened buttocks -- just before he tilts her hips, so his cock is poised at her entrance, hanging full and heavy, impossible with its need. ]

[ Asami will hear a faint rustle as he rummages in his jeans' pocket, followed by the crinkle of tearing foil. Ideally, the cool sheath should diminish the ticcing impatience across his shaft. It doesn't. Then moment his cock-head is enclosed by her wet heat, control dissolves. Gripping her hips, he sinks into her from the rear, stabbing upwards, lifting her, and her tight little sex seems almost too small, edging a harsh gasp from him as he forces his way into the slipperyhot depth of her. ]

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[Asami's not a screamer, but there's no way she can keep quiet as he starts spanking her. Her still-sensitive nipples shoot sparks as they rub against the coarse fabric of the couch; it feels like her entire body is going to catch on fire. There's a moment of delicious relief when he stops —

And then she screams as he pushes inside. It's like the Lunar New Year festival behind her eyes — all fireworks and explosions and she's crying in pain, in relief, in lingering frustration and need.]

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[ Her scream pings off his senses like a rock off glass, leaving behind a white cobweb of shattered restraint. He shudders, teeth gritted, hitching himself in deeper. The heat pours up from where he's sunk into her, a rising corona of slicked fire. He rocks, slowly at first, and then, with hard slapping thrusts, jabs deeper and deeper, as if goaded by the greedy clench of her sex. ]

[ Sliding his hand up her spine, skin dewed with sweat, he wraps his fingers in her hair. Tugs hard -- drawing her into a taut arch until her body seems to grow more tense and at the same time more lovely, spine curved into a deep hollow, her chin and throat a perfect line down to her swaying breasts. Snaking a free hand around her body, Hei spans her stomach, keeping her upright as he pounds her. The other stays hand fisted in her hair, so her head is tossed back, throat an arctic swoop as he gnaws beneath her ear. ]

[ He doesn't touch her clit. Not yet. They are unsynchronized and separately wrapped up in their own pleasures, but he's not interested in matching them, Not yet. For now, he wants to strip away the last scraps of that soft-spoken, civilized facet to her. To see what she's like when she's wild, frenzied, tethered by nothing but her need. ]

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[Asami doesn't think she can get any more wild or frenzied than this. Everything feels so much more intense than usual, almost too much so. She doesn't think she could handle sex like this all the time without breaking in half.

Of course, the fact that she can think at all means he hasn't pushed her as far as she can go.

The tug on her hair makes her eyes water; having her head angled back that far doesn't really make it harder for her to breath, but somehow it seems that way. Her cries grow softer as her body adjusts to his girth inside her, fading into little gasps for air.]

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[ Her moans melt into openmouthed gasps, and her body seems to echo the softening, a ripple of relaxation going through her so the mysterious geography of her sex changes -- pillowing and fluttering the better to take him in. Hei slows his pace by a fraction, feeding her deep sawing thrusts, the full length his cock sliding in and out of her, her slick muscles seeming to grip and squeeze him, shaft and head. It's a position Korra doesn't much care for, unless it's anal sex -- but which he personally enjoys because it lets him get in so fucking deep. Still, it leaves her clit understimulated -- something he is fully aware of. ]

[ He ignores it -- at least for now. Gnawing at her pulsepoint, dropping kisses to her shoulderblades -- right before he gathers her hair into a folded mass in his palm, wrenching her head back until she's hauled uppright, on her knees, her back pressed to his chest. The weight of her skull is warm and ticklish across the crook of his neck. He lets it loll there, fingers still tangled in the hair. His free hand is on her breasts now, spanking them, feeling the heavy flesh sway under the sting of his palms on her nipples. He thumbs them, tugs them, leaves them hard crinkled aches before his hand dips between her thighs. ]

[ His fingertip grazes her upthrust clitoris, peeking out of the folds. But instead of playing with it, he lets his palm rest there, molded to the pillow of her mons. Slams his hips up tight against her, pushing himself deeper, and goes still. ]

Squeeze me.

[ Despite the grating rasp, the words are even: steel and concrete. If she wants that orgasm, she can earn it by putting those supple inner-muscles to use. ]

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[She screams again — short, strangled, helpless — her vision exploding. The way he yanks her hair up makes all the blood rush to her head; if he wasn't holding her, she'd probably fall over. Her hands scramble for something to help her balance herself.

Squeeze me. She doesn't understand what he's saying at first. She can't get her hand around him while he's sheathed inside her. She opens her mouth to ask, but her mind goes blank before she can get the question out. When she does squeeze him, it's entirely by instinct.]