[ He reminds Hei of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. (Or, more appropriately, down his pants.) ]
[ Lips twitching with a fleeting wickedness, he glances away only when he feels the frission of tension pass through Korra, as if her body is abruptly arrested, brain fizzing over with a ratcheting excitement. Curious, he regards her through slitted eyes. Watches the flared pink heat on her cheeks deepen: lust is written on her face in a graphic, gorgeous blaze. ]
[ Hei's half-smile takes on a crooked edge. The entrapped cock in Korra's mouth exudes a hot pulsing, the tip oozing wetness against the roof of her mouth. Without glancing toward Mako, he murmurs, ]
Too late to play innocent.
[ His right hand rests cool and gentle across Korra's nape. The other skims down her body, between her thighs, cupping her sex, his fingers disappearing into the folds. He's both startled yet not by how wet she is -- intensely hot and brimming. Teasingly, he massages the slick heat of her interior, and a moment later brings his fingers up to his mouth. God, she smells good -- musky and sharply-pungent like that first breath of dewy green earth. ]
[ Popping his fingers in his mouth, he sucks them clean. Nothing showy about it. Just a quiet relish, his blood and cock and desire leaping. ]
[ When he glances back at Mako, it's with a fine dry nuance of a sneer. ]
If it gets her dripping, what've you got to complain about?
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Date: 2014-10-25 04:49 am (UTC)[ Lips twitching with a fleeting wickedness, he glances away only when he feels the frission of tension pass through Korra, as if her body is abruptly arrested, brain fizzing over with a ratcheting excitement. Curious, he regards her through slitted eyes. Watches the flared pink heat on her cheeks deepen: lust is written on her face in a graphic, gorgeous blaze. ]
[ Hei's half-smile takes on a crooked edge. The entrapped cock in Korra's mouth exudes a hot pulsing, the tip oozing wetness against the roof of her mouth. Without glancing toward Mako, he murmurs, ]
Too late to play innocent.
[ His right hand rests cool and gentle across Korra's nape. The other skims down her body, between her thighs, cupping her sex, his fingers disappearing into the folds. He's both startled yet not by how wet she is -- intensely hot and brimming. Teasingly, he massages the slick heat of her interior, and a moment later brings his fingers up to his mouth. God, she smells good -- musky and sharply-pungent like that first breath of dewy green earth. ]
[ Popping his fingers in his mouth, he sucks them clean. Nothing showy about it. Just a quiet relish, his blood and cock and desire leaping. ]
[ When he glances back at Mako, it's with a fine dry nuance of a sneer. ]
If it gets her dripping, what've you got to complain about?