[ She tilts her head to kiss him, but Hei's mouth lacks its kick. There's no sparkage or gunpowder. His lips are soft, and merely seem to follow hers. His eyes are open, fixed on Mako's movements, like an animal trying to understand and replicate human endeavor, but failing. It's not Korra's fault, or Mako's. Just Hei's own hang-ups, which make him feel like a peeping Tom, watching under false pretenses. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes off the sense of alienation. His eyes shutter half-closed; when he sinks into the kiss, it's almost with a chaste curiosity, like a child. He can feel her effort to engage him, to include him in the goings-on again like an accomplice, a partner-in-crime. But that doesn't affect him nearly as much as the way she gives herself to the kiss -- such a charming yearning. ]
[ Desire, like a thick serpent curled around the base of his spine, dormant and slumbering, stirs awake. It uncoils with a hiss and begins to make its way up to his brain. Humming, Hei presses closer, at a better angle, his kisses becoming a hot swirl of tongue and biting teeth. Breaking away only to gnaw the delicate flutter of pulse under her jaw, lap the curve of her throat. Her skin is moist all over, exuding a heavy, salty musk. He takes deep delicious whiffs of her as he presses her back, nuzzling her anywhere Mako isn't. Shoulders, armpits, clavicle, breasts. Gulping one nipple into his mouth, he skims a palm down her body, combing the patch of curls that frame her sex, tangling them between his fingers to tug with a sweet roughness, overload her with a build-up of soft-hard sensation. ]
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Date: 2014-10-27 09:08 pm (UTC)[ Forcibly, he shakes off the sense of alienation. His eyes shutter half-closed; when he sinks into the kiss, it's almost with a chaste curiosity, like a child. He can feel her effort to engage him, to include him in the goings-on again like an accomplice, a partner-in-crime. But that doesn't affect him nearly as much as the way she gives herself to the kiss -- such a charming yearning. ]
[ Desire, like a thick serpent curled around the base of his spine, dormant and slumbering, stirs awake. It uncoils with a hiss and begins to make its way up to his brain. Humming, Hei presses closer, at a better angle, his kisses becoming a hot swirl of tongue and biting teeth. Breaking away only to gnaw the delicate flutter of pulse under her jaw, lap the curve of her throat. Her skin is moist all over, exuding a heavy, salty musk. He takes deep delicious whiffs of her as he presses her back, nuzzling her anywhere Mako isn't. Shoulders, armpits, clavicle, breasts. Gulping one nipple into his mouth, he skims a palm down her body, combing the patch of curls that frame her sex, tangling them between his fingers to tug with a sweet roughness, overload her with a build-up of soft-hard sensation. ]