[ Hei's breath ruffles the dewy curls between her thighs, hot and cold at once. His dark gaze, meeting Korra's across the slope of her body, expresses a quiet mix of both fondness and amusement as she jerks and yelps beneath him. Hooking her knees in his hands, he spreads her wider open, teasing not the tantalizing pink frill of her sex, but her inner-thighs -- a series of languid nips. He'll never tell her how much he's come to enjoy this part, the part where his impending orgasm and even his arousal become irrelevant, subsumed by a gluttony of focus ... the indolent, indulgent pleasure of playing Korra like a pretty instrument, even as her restless cries and movements raise a strange sympathetic ache in his own limbs. ]
[ It's a long time before Korra will feel something slick and hard between her labia: the point of his tongue. He lets it sweep up, circle her clit, then pull away. Repeats it over and over, patternless, playful, his grip tight on her thighs so she can't raise her hips to try and follow his mouth, to maintain contact. ]
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[ It's a long time before Korra will feel something slick and hard between her labia: the point of his tongue. He lets it sweep up, circle her clit, then pull away. Repeats it over and over, patternless, playful, his grip tight on her thighs so she can't raise her hips to try and follow his mouth, to maintain contact. ]