[ Mouth a ruthless hot vacuum, tongue forcing her open with slick stabs, Hei watches Mako crawl up the bed, across Korra. His hands cup her breasts and his mouth is on hers, at once awkward and strangely worshipful. Hei can't help but experience a dull surge of possessiveness; in the next breath, he sets it aside. They make such a riveting picture, the gleaming dark of Korra's curves against the pale sharp lines of Mako's own body. Not unlike how he and Korra look, whenever they fuck in front of a mirror. There is something about those gluttonous, liquid sounds of kissing, undercut by Korra's muffled cry as she comes, that turn him on with frightening intensity. His cock isn't just erect: it practically hurts. ]
[ His mouth stays where it is for a moment. Feeds on that tangy gush of wetness, feeling the walls of her sex flutter weakly around his tongue. Then he's climbing up the bed, the length of her body becoming a moist constellation of kiss-bitten spots before he reaches her mouth, his torso a taut arch over hers. Fingers under her chin, nudging until her mouth breaks away from Mako's. Hei kisses her hard, feeding her back the tart taste of herself, drawing her tongue into his mouth as if to consume it. ]
[ After a breathless moment, he breakes away. Smoothes her tangled hair back with his palm -- wistful, almost tender. The glance he gives Mako isn't exactly companionable. But there's something behind the guardedness -- a sense of shared amusement. ]
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Date: 2014-10-27 12:28 am (UTC)[ His mouth stays where it is for a moment. Feeds on that tangy gush of wetness, feeling the walls of her sex flutter weakly around his tongue. Then he's climbing up the bed, the length of her body becoming a moist constellation of kiss-bitten spots before he reaches her mouth, his torso a taut arch over hers. Fingers under her chin, nudging until her mouth breaks away from Mako's. Hei kisses her hard, feeding her back the tart taste of herself, drawing her tongue into his mouth as if to consume it. ]
[ After a breathless moment, he breakes away. Smoothes her tangled hair back with his palm -- wistful, almost tender. The glance he gives Mako isn't exactly companionable. But there's something behind the guardedness -- a sense of shared amusement. ]
Still think it's disgusting?