[ The split, between observer and participant, between cold cogitation and raw sensation, crackles through Hei like bolt-lightening, making everything feel uncanny and strange from one moment to the next. His breath hitches in his throat as Korra's little hand curls around the jutting heft of his cock. It twitches drunkenly in her palm, an arch of stiffening flesh. Radiating a focused heat -- stunned, gratified -- as she dips her head to take him into her mouth. ]
[ Oh. ]
[ He wasn't expecting her to grow so bold so fast. But with that pent-up energy practically rippling in the heavy air around them, it's no surprise. The noise he lets off is quiet, partways between an appreciative hum and a lazy sigh. Her mouth is oh-so-good -- sweet and slipperyhot. But it's nothing to the sight of her like this: on her knees, a lush drape of dark hair framing her pinkened face, eyes smoky and lips wet as she sucks him in. He can't help but touch her, a display of tender possession: lightly, unhurriedly, carding his fingers through her hair, stroking her nape, palming her shoulders down to the curves of her breasts, rolling the nipples between pinching fingers. ]
[ All the while, he's aware -- despite his coolly-cultivated facade of indifference -- of exactly what Mako's doing. He'd heard the wzzt of the zipper being tugged, tooth by tooth. Can hear the slick susurration of fingers sliding against skin now, and the young man's muffled breathing. His eyes, at once opaque and glinting with a mild interest, trace over Mako's huddled shape. He's trying to hide his obvious hard-on -- but from Hei's vantagepoint he can discern it easily. His mind makes idle comparisons, stemming more from curiosity than competition. The kid's an okay size. A decent handful. ]
[ That doesn't interest him so much as Mako's expression. The tint in those pale cheeks is a blazon of shame and a peculiar innocence. God, is everyone in Korra's kiddy-club a fucking virgin? ]
[ This is going to be hilarious. In more ways than one. ]
You know... it doesn't count as a ninja-wank if someone can see you.
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Date: 2014-10-24 08:56 pm (UTC)[ Oh. ]
[ He wasn't expecting her to grow so bold so fast. But with that pent-up energy practically rippling in the heavy air around them, it's no surprise. The noise he lets off is quiet, partways between an appreciative hum and a lazy sigh. Her mouth is oh-so-good -- sweet and slipperyhot. But it's nothing to the sight of her like this: on her knees, a lush drape of dark hair framing her pinkened face, eyes smoky and lips wet as she sucks him in. He can't help but touch her, a display of tender possession: lightly, unhurriedly, carding his fingers through her hair, stroking her nape, palming her shoulders down to the curves of her breasts, rolling the nipples between pinching fingers. ]
[ All the while, he's aware -- despite his coolly-cultivated facade of indifference -- of exactly what Mako's doing. He'd heard the wzzt of the zipper being tugged, tooth by tooth. Can hear the slick susurration of fingers sliding against skin now, and the young man's muffled breathing. His eyes, at once opaque and glinting with a mild interest, trace over Mako's huddled shape. He's trying to hide his obvious hard-on -- but from Hei's vantagepoint he can discern it easily. His mind makes idle comparisons, stemming more from curiosity than competition. The kid's an okay size. A decent handful. ]
[ That doesn't interest him so much as Mako's expression. The tint in those pale cheeks is a blazon of shame and a peculiar innocence. God, is everyone in Korra's kiddy-club a fucking virgin? ]
[ This is going to be hilarious. In more ways than one. ]
You know... it doesn't count as a ninja-wank if someone can see you.
[ Just sayin, Mako.]