[ Looking back on it, this should've been inevitable. Korra has a particular type, after all. And with the thrumming currents of such high-voltage tension in the air, it's practically like a high school science class. Just one combustible element -- acid to base, match to flame -- and whoosh. Everything erupts. It's pure physics. Pure chemistry. ]
[ But Hei isn't complaining. His original plan was to call his favorite Chinese bistro. Order up a lavish and arterially challenging dinner to pass the time. But this ... This appeases a different breed of hunger. He's always self-cataloging, testing the limits of his own endurance. But it's not as interesting as goading someone else into transgressing the boundaries of theirs. There's a satisfaction, dark and sharp, in watching Korra gorge herself with a beautifully obscene enthusiasm on his cock. In witnessing Mako's straitlaced shell abrade, the longer he watches, into an honest desperation. ]
[ But Hei doesn't feel like the master of ceremonies. He's not playing the Devil's advocate just to watch these nice, wholesome kids debase themselves. Instead, something drifts unanchored inside him -- a bitter, rueful observer. To him, they'll always be a pair of naive children. Taking a walk on the wild side. But in the end, just tourists with the eternal privilege of choice. They can back out anytime things get too perverse or too awkward. ]
[ Hei didn't have that freedom when he was younger. There was no backing out. No saying No. Everything was for a purpose -- information, money, food, shelter. A teenage boy engaging in a threeway with two adults? That was pure calculation, willing abuse, power disparity. Not this liberated college-level fun. ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Korra's mouth is a delicious hot vacuum around his cock. Each time she bobs her head, he can't help but tighten his fingers in her hair, gusting out ragged, appreciative breaths. Then Mako speaks, and she breaks away to stare at him. If I accept it, will you give me a blowjob too? ]
[ Hei blinks, once, twice. A sense of bubbling absurdity nearly makes him laugh. Does he think this is a free-for-all? It's one thing to taunt Mako with a show. It's another thing to let him participate. There's a stubborn possessive-streak in Hei that experiences a twinge of affront at the idea of sharing Korra. ]
[ But it only lasts for a moment. They're not from your world. He doesn't own Korra, She isn't his girl. They're on borrowed time -- and he's just glad for the lending of her. ]
[ The air is chilly on the spit-slicked skin of his erection. Casually, he slips a hand down. Rubs a thumb across the notched ache at the cockhead -- steadying, distracting. When he speaks, his voice is bland as babyfood, ]
Are you asking her, or me? Because I didn't think you swung that way.
[ Deliberately misconstruing. But that's just because he enjoys watching the boy squawk. ]
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Date: 2014-10-25 09:52 pm (UTC)[ But Hei isn't complaining. His original plan was to call his favorite Chinese bistro. Order up a lavish and arterially challenging dinner to pass the time. But this ... This appeases a different breed of hunger. He's always self-cataloging, testing the limits of his own endurance. But it's not as interesting as goading someone else into transgressing the boundaries of theirs. There's a satisfaction, dark and sharp, in watching Korra gorge herself with a beautifully obscene enthusiasm on his cock. In witnessing Mako's straitlaced shell abrade, the longer he watches, into an honest desperation. ]
[ But Hei doesn't feel like the master of ceremonies. He's not playing the Devil's advocate just to watch these nice, wholesome kids debase themselves. Instead, something drifts unanchored inside him -- a bitter, rueful observer. To him, they'll always be a pair of naive children. Taking a walk on the wild side. But in the end, just tourists with the eternal privilege of choice. They can back out anytime things get too perverse or too awkward. ]
[ Hei didn't have that freedom when he was younger. There was no backing out. No saying No. Everything was for a purpose -- information, money, food, shelter. A teenage boy engaging in a threeway with two adults? That was pure calculation, willing abuse, power disparity. Not this liberated college-level fun. ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Korra's mouth is a delicious hot vacuum around his cock. Each time she bobs her head, he can't help but tighten his fingers in her hair, gusting out ragged, appreciative breaths. Then Mako speaks, and she breaks away to stare at him. If I accept it, will you give me a blowjob too? ]
[ Hei blinks, once, twice. A sense of bubbling absurdity nearly makes him laugh. Does he think this is a free-for-all? It's one thing to taunt Mako with a show. It's another thing to let him participate. There's a stubborn possessive-streak in Hei that experiences a twinge of affront at the idea of sharing Korra. ]
[ But it only lasts for a moment. They're not from your world. He doesn't own Korra, She isn't his girl. They're on borrowed time -- and he's just glad for the lending of her. ]
[ The air is chilly on the spit-slicked skin of his erection. Casually, he slips a hand down. Rubs a thumb across the notched ache at the cockhead -- steadying, distracting. When he speaks, his voice is bland as babyfood, ]
Are you asking her, or me? Because I didn't think you swung that way.
[ Deliberately misconstruing. But that's just because he enjoys watching the boy squawk. ]