[ Hei's hands and mouth play angel's advocate -- sometimes mirroring the same paths Mako takes, other times diverging almost to showcase where Korra is most sensitive. Wet sucking kisses to dips of throat and arms and elbows. The feathery skitter of nails along her flanks, the tops of her thighs. Laving friction along the damp cleft of her cleavage, her navel, the creases of groin and leg. Nibbling kisses on the undersides of her breasts, where they hang on her ribs, the flesh so cruelly treated by sarashi bindings and underwire bras. ]
[ His cock prods her belly, her hip. He lets off a sibilant noise when her little hand curls around it, before trailing off on a jittery hum of approval. ]
Harder.
[ It's like a difference in key signatures, major and minor. What jangles with ugly notes of discomfort for Mako only makes Hei's own nerves fucking chime, a repetitive song in E sharp. His hips stir, a measured but instinctive grind, cock twitching and wet-tipped in her palm, a dull cramp of need. But his own body is less a focal point than Korra's own. One hand quests through the damp hot curls between her thighs, tracing the slick seam of her with a calloused fingertip. The other cups her right breast, the nipple darkly erect -- a pretty offering for Mako's mouth. ]
Bite, [ he murmurs, voice abraded into a shadowed half-tone of itself. ] She likes it.
[ Hopefully the boy has the sense not to take it too far and go after her nipple as if ducking for apples in a barrel. ]
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Date: 2014-10-27 11:46 pm (UTC)[ His cock prods her belly, her hip. He lets off a sibilant noise when her little hand curls around it, before trailing off on a jittery hum of approval. ]
Harder.
[ It's like a difference in key signatures, major and minor. What jangles with ugly notes of discomfort for Mako only makes Hei's own nerves fucking chime, a repetitive song in E sharp. His hips stir, a measured but instinctive grind, cock twitching and wet-tipped in her palm, a dull cramp of need. But his own body is less a focal point than Korra's own. One hand quests through the damp hot curls between her thighs, tracing the slick seam of her with a calloused fingertip. The other cups her right breast, the nipple darkly erect -- a pretty offering for Mako's mouth. ]
Bite, [ he murmurs, voice abraded into a shadowed half-tone of itself. ] She likes it.
[ Hopefully the boy has the sense not to take it too far and go after her nipple as if ducking for apples in a barrel. ]