[ Things that never occur to Korra and which Hei is only just recalling: Sex between two people is easy, but not with a third in the mix. Everyone has to synchronize or you get a lot of jolting. Mako's hand tries to dislodge his from the snug little trap of Korra's sex. The presumption of this, of having intimate territory encroached, makes an unexpected gale of irritation blow through Hei. Before he can blink, he's caught the boy's thumb in his hand, preparing to bend it back with a snap until he howls. ]
[ In the next breath, however, the territoriality abandons him. ]
[ He's no good at sharing. No good at consideration. But in a sodden wave of honesty that rushes up and seems to whirl his skull, tossing it towards the ceiling, he understands that he doesn't want to spoil this. Not out of pleasance for himself, so much as Korra. He can't take his eyes off her: the moist flushed face, the tangled veil of hair. Doesn't want to stop touching her. If that means making concessions, allowing a boy he doesn't much care for into his space, so be it. ]
[ He's not sure how far this unexpected patience extends. Not sure he can trust it. But he'll give it a shot. Perhaps it's the rawness of Korra's attention that does it. Hei isn't used to being wanted for himself -- anymore than he is to wanting someone beyond a cold ulterior motive. ]
Next time, ask.
[ It's said to Mako with a cool skein of warning beneath. But in the next moment he's grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging his hand down between Korra's legs. It's the strangest feeling, guiding his fingers along the plump slickness of her lips, letting them hone in on the electric sensitivity of her erect clit. But the diligence is far from altruistic. ]
[ Letting Mako's wrist drop, he lays his forehead against Korra's shoulder. Her skin is hot and damp; he nuzzles the hollow between the neck and collarbone and drops a kiss there, before breathing, in a voice almost too low for Mako to hear: ]
I think you have room enough for two. If it's in the right places.
[ Letting the suggestion tumbleweed through her brain, gathering lewdness, concreteness, with each moment. ]
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Date: 2014-10-28 09:21 pm (UTC)[ In the next breath, however, the territoriality abandons him. ]
[ He's no good at sharing. No good at consideration. But in a sodden wave of honesty that rushes up and seems to whirl his skull, tossing it towards the ceiling, he understands that he doesn't want to spoil this. Not out of pleasance for himself, so much as Korra. He can't take his eyes off her: the moist flushed face, the tangled veil of hair. Doesn't want to stop touching her. If that means making concessions, allowing a boy he doesn't much care for into his space, so be it. ]
[ He's not sure how far this unexpected patience extends. Not sure he can trust it. But he'll give it a shot. Perhaps it's the rawness of Korra's attention that does it. Hei isn't used to being wanted for himself -- anymore than he is to wanting someone beyond a cold ulterior motive. ]
Next time, ask.
[ It's said to Mako with a cool skein of warning beneath. But in the next moment he's grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging his hand down between Korra's legs. It's the strangest feeling, guiding his fingers along the plump slickness of her lips, letting them hone in on the electric sensitivity of her erect clit. But the diligence is far from altruistic. ]
[ Letting Mako's wrist drop, he lays his forehead against Korra's shoulder. Her skin is hot and damp; he nuzzles the hollow between the neck and collarbone and drops a kiss there, before breathing, in a voice almost too low for Mako to hear: ]
I think you have room enough for two. If it's in the right places.
[ Letting the suggestion tumbleweed through her brain, gathering lewdness, concreteness, with each moment. ]