[ Hei meets the challenge in Mako's stare. His own gaze, heavily lidded, is still capable of projecting an interiorized brooding. He might not be plotting anything; might merely be composing a mental shopping list to tick off at the grocery store later. But he looks like a predator meditating on his next kill. Logically, he knows it'd be simpler if Mako was the one to fill Korra's sex, leaving Hei to handle the back passage. Less mess, less pain. It's the boy's first time, after all; he's bound to be clumsy. ]
[ Yet that's a lapse into a tolerance too generous for Hei's own limits. He's willing to share Korra. But only up to a certain point. When she says, I don't care, he doesn't bother to argue about niceties like comfort and suitability. Instead, he reaches for the lube on the bedside drawer. Pours out a generous puddle into his palm, warming it up, before handing the bottle to Mako. ]
Make sure it doesn't get under your condom.
[ Terse, operational, as if he's instructing the boy on how to clean his rifle. There's nothing businesslike about his greased-up fingers, though. Dropping his hand between Korra's open thighs, he cups her sex for a moment, squeezing with a rough affection. Dips his head to kiss her again -- wet and probing and lush -- as his fingers slip lower, between the cleft of her ass. He probes the little pucker with one fingertip, slicking it up, opening her by degrees, before nudging the digit inside. In and out, readying her with liberal smears of lube, then adding a second finger, massaging the fluttering heat of her. ]
[ It's a long moment before his fingers drag free with a slick pop. Breaking the kiss, he grabs her hand with his free one. Wraps it around Mako's sheathed cock, before nuzzling her ear to breathe, ]
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Date: 2014-10-30 12:18 am (UTC)[ Yet that's a lapse into a tolerance too generous for Hei's own limits. He's willing to share Korra. But only up to a certain point. When she says, I don't care, he doesn't bother to argue about niceties like comfort and suitability. Instead, he reaches for the lube on the bedside drawer. Pours out a generous puddle into his palm, warming it up, before handing the bottle to Mako. ]
Make sure it doesn't get under your condom.
[ Terse, operational, as if he's instructing the boy on how to clean his rifle. There's nothing businesslike about his greased-up fingers, though. Dropping his hand between Korra's open thighs, he cups her sex for a moment, squeezing with a rough affection. Dips his head to kiss her again -- wet and probing and lush -- as his fingers slip lower, between the cleft of her ass. He probes the little pucker with one fingertip, slicking it up, opening her by degrees, before nudging the digit inside. In and out, readying her with liberal smears of lube, then adding a second finger, massaging the fluttering heat of her. ]
[ It's a long moment before his fingers drag free with a slick pop. Breaking the kiss, he grabs her hand with his free one. Wraps it around Mako's sheathed cock, before nuzzling her ear to breathe, ]
Show him how to stick it in.