[ Korra squeezes him, and Hei shifts with a murmurous sound of both impatience and pleasure, pressing his cock into the clasp of her palm. He's sure she can feel his pulse beating insistently against her fingers. Wonders if she realizes how much this whole arrangement -- a changeful, potentially explosive three-variable equation -- is getting him off. Mako is young and not at all sexually sophisticated; Korra is a late bloomer, her plunge into the raunchier depths of sex embarrassingly recent. There should be an eroticism in being the one with the most knowledge, with an immense inventory of tricks and tools. ]
[ But that's not what excites Hei. He's lived for so long in a world that admires aloofness, a profession that demands masks and manipulations at every step -- a jaded circus-act going through the motions of danger as he treads the high-wire, but knowing deep down that it's no better than a stylized repetition, carefully constructed and lacking true thrill. It's only edgy if there is an edge. If you acknowledge the edge as a legitimate line that should not be crossed. ]
[ Watching these two kids -- bright-eyed, honest, hungry for anything: sensation, experience, closeness -- he feels like he's crossing it now. ]
[ Mako asks For what? and a half-smile sneaks around Hei's lips. Idly, he bites Korra's shoulder -- while keeping his gaze fixed on Mako, a half-lidded challenge. ]
She likes getting fucked up the ass.
[ It's a tone that falls between matter-of-fact and mocking. The boy really is clueless. ]
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Date: 2014-10-28 10:25 pm (UTC)[ But that's not what excites Hei. He's lived for so long in a world that admires aloofness, a profession that demands masks and manipulations at every step -- a jaded circus-act going through the motions of danger as he treads the high-wire, but knowing deep down that it's no better than a stylized repetition, carefully constructed and lacking true thrill. It's only edgy if there is an edge. If you acknowledge the edge as a legitimate line that should not be crossed. ]
[ Watching these two kids -- bright-eyed, honest, hungry for anything: sensation, experience, closeness -- he feels like he's crossing it now. ]
[ Mako asks For what? and a half-smile sneaks around Hei's lips. Idly, he bites Korra's shoulder -- while keeping his gaze fixed on Mako, a half-lidded challenge. ]
She likes getting fucked up the ass.
[ It's a tone that falls between matter-of-fact and mocking. The boy really is clueless. ]