[ Hei doesn't take his eyes from Korra's face. All the progress of her pleasure is clearly written there, contained within a sphere of restraint, as delicate and translucent as a soap bubble. Between her thighs, Mako's efforts are all sloppy traction. It is obvious he has little idea of how to go about it. At first he is hesitant, clumsy. But as Korra grows more het up, it doesn't take him long to get the way of it. Fascinated, Hei watches the thin tremors spread under Korra's skin. Watches her legs sprawl, her gaze go unfocused, while Mako's tongue gathers a smoothness, a boldness, as it laps across her clit. ]
[ Oh. ]
[ All the voyeurs in novels and movies watch scenes like this in stoic silence with unreadable expressions on their faces. What a fucking crock. Hei is intensely aware of his breathing, deep and rasping as if wedded to his jumping pulse. Aware of the edges of his mouth crooking in a half-smile that isn't quite a smile. Something hungrier. Compared to this, the most high-end pornography is about as exciting as dogs rutting. ]
[ Then Korra gasps, Now. Let's do it, and the gravity in the room trebles. All at once, it's like he's back in his own body. All languid amusement on the surface -- but chock-full with a twitchy, red-hot need within. ]
[ Quietly, he teases, ]
Should be easy. You're all juicy and relaxed already.
[ Rolling up on his knees, he reaches for the pack of condoms in his tangled pants. Plucks two foil squares out, tossing one toward Mako. He hopes the kid has enough sense not to roll the rubber on inside-out. In case he does, though, Hei sheathes himself a half-beat slower -- almost a demonstration. Reaching out, he catches Korra by the wrists, coaxing her up onto her knees before him. This position is the easiest to start with, in his experience: they can flow into something different later. ]
[ Leaning in, he kisses her -- a flutter of lips, a playful swipe of tongue. ]
You want him up the backdoor? Or me?
[ If it were up to Hei, he wouldn't share either orifice with another guy. Least of all Mako. But he'd prefer to keep her pussy to himself -- a distinction of possessiveness that makes no sense. But there you have it. ]
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Date: 2014-10-29 11:27 pm (UTC)[ Oh. ]
[ All the voyeurs in novels and movies watch scenes like this in stoic silence with unreadable expressions on their faces. What a fucking crock. Hei is intensely aware of his breathing, deep and rasping as if wedded to his jumping pulse. Aware of the edges of his mouth crooking in a half-smile that isn't quite a smile. Something hungrier. Compared to this, the most high-end pornography is about as exciting as dogs rutting. ]
[ Then Korra gasps, Now. Let's do it, and the gravity in the room trebles. All at once, it's like he's back in his own body. All languid amusement on the surface -- but chock-full with a twitchy, red-hot need within. ]
[ Quietly, he teases, ]
Should be easy. You're all juicy and relaxed already.
[ Rolling up on his knees, he reaches for the pack of condoms in his tangled pants. Plucks two foil squares out, tossing one toward Mako. He hopes the kid has enough sense not to roll the rubber on inside-out. In case he does, though, Hei sheathes himself a half-beat slower -- almost a demonstration. Reaching out, he catches Korra by the wrists, coaxing her up onto her knees before him. This position is the easiest to start with, in his experience: they can flow into something different later. ]
[ Leaning in, he kisses her -- a flutter of lips, a playful swipe of tongue. ]
You want him up the backdoor? Or me?
[ If it were up to Hei, he wouldn't share either orifice with another guy. Least of all Mako. But he'd prefer to keep her pussy to himself -- a distinction of possessiveness that makes no sense. But there you have it. ]