[ A sense of mild amusement poking him in the chest, he watches the younger man slump in the corner -- a sulky pooch denied a nice juicy bone. (Heh. See what he did there?) Korra's anger hovers in the air, ready to coalesce into a bright shimmering storm unless something circumvents it. Fortunately he has a good idea of how to mollify her. ]
[ Gently, he squeezes his arms around her -- relishing the warm heavy spill of curves and solid muscle over a stunning framework of bones. Manhandling her with a playful yet careful deliberation, he tumbles her until she's sprawled across the bed. Kneeling at its edge, he flicks on the bedside light so it pours gold slats across her thighs. Grasping her knees, tipping them back, he opens her wide. Knowing Mako, from his vantagepoint, will see as well as Hei does. How she is laid open, undefended, that shock of soft dark curls between her thighs and that deep pink bit peeping between them, all slick and lewdly inviting. ]
[ Eyes drifting half-shut, Hei nuzzles at Korra's inner-thighs, rubbing his bristly cheek against the tender skin like a restless cat. Mouths at that flocked scrim of curls, before murmuring into them -- a hot, focused cloud of heat growing and rolling in place where his mouth rests, a micro-cyclone over slicked skin. ]
Maybe that's all he's good for. Watching.
[ It's your own fault for being a fucking princess about it, Mako. ]
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Date: 2014-10-26 12:53 am (UTC)[ A sense of mild amusement poking him in the chest, he watches the younger man slump in the corner -- a sulky pooch denied a nice juicy bone. (Heh. See what he did there?) Korra's anger hovers in the air, ready to coalesce into a bright shimmering storm unless something circumvents it. Fortunately he has a good idea of how to mollify her. ]
[ Gently, he squeezes his arms around her -- relishing the warm heavy spill of curves and solid muscle over a stunning framework of bones. Manhandling her with a playful yet careful deliberation, he tumbles her until she's sprawled across the bed. Kneeling at its edge, he flicks on the bedside light so it pours gold slats across her thighs. Grasping her knees, tipping them back, he opens her wide. Knowing Mako, from his vantagepoint, will see as well as Hei does. How she is laid open, undefended, that shock of soft dark curls between her thighs and that deep pink bit peeping between them, all slick and lewdly inviting. ]
[ Eyes drifting half-shut, Hei nuzzles at Korra's inner-thighs, rubbing his bristly cheek against the tender skin like a restless cat. Mouths at that flocked scrim of curls, before murmuring into them -- a hot, focused cloud of heat growing and rolling in place where his mouth rests, a micro-cyclone over slicked skin. ]
Maybe that's all he's good for. Watching.
[ It's your own fault for being a fucking princess about it, Mako. ]