[ God, these kids are endearingly easy to tease. ]
[ Hei represses a snort behind a small, tolerant half-smile. Allows Korra to guide his hand down, letting it curl around her breast. Across them, Mako rearranges his upraised legs to expose the pale curve of his erection. With an idle interest, Hei watches him jack himself off, before allowing his gaze to drift up to Mako's face. It's laughable, how clearly the kid is in love with Korra. The rapt glow in his eyes. That boyishly simple look. He reminds Hei of a Labrador retriever, sweetly-dumbstruck and panting for treats. ]
[ A caustic remark dances on the tip of his tongue. But he keeps it to himself. It's clear Korra is blossoming under the kid's adoring regard. There's a kittenish impudence in her manner that's very different from the yielding femininity she often displays with Hei. It doesn't surprise him. There's a neurochemical magic that occurs when two people fuck. Physical attraction versus mental connections. Aligned kinks. Power dynamics. You rarely get the exact combination with a different person. ]
[ And Hei has fucked both the grown woman and the Avatar, whereas Mako has clearly only kissed the earnest young girl, still self-conscious, still learning. ]
[ He is touching himself now, swiping his palm up and down his dick, irregularly tightening his grip in a way that counterpoints the firm kneading of his other hand around Korra's breast. It feels strange. After everything he's done, it seems ... tame, to be sitting around in circle-jerk, maintaining an unspoken bubble of distance. ]
[ He's still not sure he wants Mako participating. Not sure he wants his favorite pet, his little obsession, getting cozy with an old flame. But he's curious, too, of how far Korra is willing to take this. Where she'll convulse like a nun and draw the line, or where she'll go like melting, all wicked twinkly-eyed exuberance. ]
[ Carefully, he manhandles Korra off the floor and onto the bed. Settles her across him, back to his chest, a lush drape of silky hair and skin. Pretzeling his ankles with hers, he coaxes her thighs apart. Brackets her in his arms, both hands cupping her breasts. Lifting them like sweet offerings to Mako's gaze. ]
[ He drops a kiss to her ear -- tender, reassuring. When he speaks, it's barely a rasp of breath, but audible enough for Mako to hear: ]
He should work harder for that blowjob. Make himself useful for something besides beating off.
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Date: 2014-10-25 11:14 pm (UTC)[ Hei represses a snort behind a small, tolerant half-smile. Allows Korra to guide his hand down, letting it curl around her breast. Across them, Mako rearranges his upraised legs to expose the pale curve of his erection. With an idle interest, Hei watches him jack himself off, before allowing his gaze to drift up to Mako's face. It's laughable, how clearly the kid is in love with Korra. The rapt glow in his eyes. That boyishly simple look. He reminds Hei of a Labrador retriever, sweetly-dumbstruck and panting for treats. ]
[ A caustic remark dances on the tip of his tongue. But he keeps it to himself. It's clear Korra is blossoming under the kid's adoring regard. There's a kittenish impudence in her manner that's very different from the yielding femininity she often displays with Hei. It doesn't surprise him. There's a neurochemical magic that occurs when two people fuck. Physical attraction versus mental connections. Aligned kinks. Power dynamics. You rarely get the exact combination with a different person. ]
[ And Hei has fucked both the grown woman and the Avatar, whereas Mako has clearly only kissed the earnest young girl, still self-conscious, still learning. ]
[ He is touching himself now, swiping his palm up and down his dick, irregularly tightening his grip in a way that counterpoints the firm kneading of his other hand around Korra's breast. It feels strange. After everything he's done, it seems ... tame, to be sitting around in circle-jerk, maintaining an unspoken bubble of distance. ]
[ He's still not sure he wants Mako participating. Not sure he wants his favorite pet, his little obsession, getting cozy with an old flame. But he's curious, too, of how far Korra is willing to take this. Where she'll convulse like a nun and draw the line, or where she'll go like melting, all wicked twinkly-eyed exuberance. ]
[ Carefully, he manhandles Korra off the floor and onto the bed. Settles her across him, back to his chest, a lush drape of silky hair and skin. Pretzeling his ankles with hers, he coaxes her thighs apart. Brackets her in his arms, both hands cupping her breasts. Lifting them like sweet offerings to Mako's gaze. ]
[ He drops a kiss to her ear -- tender, reassuring. When he speaks, it's barely a rasp of breath, but audible enough for Mako to hear: ]
He should work harder for that blowjob. Make himself useful for something besides beating off.