[ Hei's aware of Mako's energy buzzing against his flank -- sullen, stymied. But with the way Korra's nuzzling at him, with all the sweet pliancy of kitten asking to be petted, the younger man is easy to ignore. Both a white elephant -- (white shark?) -- yet practically invisible. Her kisses seem to leave little splotches like heat-prints on his skin: he can almost imagine them that way, glowing and radioactive, bright-red like lipstick stains. ]
[ Humming, he gathers her closer. Lets his mouth drift in a game of soothing hopscotch, touching her face here and there, tender and cool and moist, sprinkling kisses across her shoulders and breasts as he shifts half on top of her, half kneeling by the foot of the bed, a heavy comforting semi-drape. His palms skim along her flanks, squeezing the curves of her hips, trailing down her thighs and calves to close around her ankles. His fingers find the ticklish spots on her feet, then lift them so he can nip the ball of one foot, then the other -- teasing yet almost indecently sweet. ]
[ At the crux of his body, his cock feels like a bow of pure heat; his breath seems to come across her skin in plumes like steam. Not impatient, but nonetheless caught in a fevery rush of want. Then Korra's feet are dropped, and she is being pulled down the bed, tenderly split apart like a wishbone until her legs dangle off the edge of the mattress. So she's spread wide and slick for him, her clit peeking out from the tangle of pubic hair and her pinkish inner folds. So he's at the perfect angle to dip his head, covering her sex and stroking his tongue along the length of her wet slit -- languid, greedy sweeps. ]
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Date: 2014-10-26 04:14 am (UTC)[ Humming, he gathers her closer. Lets his mouth drift in a game of soothing hopscotch, touching her face here and there, tender and cool and moist, sprinkling kisses across her shoulders and breasts as he shifts half on top of her, half kneeling by the foot of the bed, a heavy comforting semi-drape. His palms skim along her flanks, squeezing the curves of her hips, trailing down her thighs and calves to close around her ankles. His fingers find the ticklish spots on her feet, then lift them so he can nip the ball of one foot, then the other -- teasing yet almost indecently sweet. ]
[ At the crux of his body, his cock feels like a bow of pure heat; his breath seems to come across her skin in plumes like steam. Not impatient, but nonetheless caught in a fevery rush of want. Then Korra's feet are dropped, and she is being pulled down the bed, tenderly split apart like a wishbone until her legs dangle off the edge of the mattress. So she's spread wide and slick for him, her clit peeking out from the tangle of pubic hair and her pinkish inner folds. So he's at the perfect angle to dip his head, covering her sex and stroking his tongue along the length of her wet slit -- languid, greedy sweeps. ]