[ It was easier, Hei thinks, in the early days when they'd hook up. (Wasn't it?) Korra would be in a passion of need; it would fill Hei up like air filling emptied lungs. And other nights, it would be about need too: Korra's for the deep luxury of submission, of letting go; Hei's for a single shred of control, something to mold and shape and please, which would diminish his loss of agency in this City, all the violations he couldn't stomach. But now ... ]
[ Now it's something stranger. More muddled. A highly-charged energy simmers between them -- wary, wanting -- that sets his teeth on edge. Not out of anger, but from some emotion so fervent it is nameless, and rushes through him like light. ]
[ He tries not to examine it. Better to sink into sensation. Better to focus on this little morsel of sweetness leaning into his touch, skittish yet with such bright hungry eyes. His fingers tighten on her wrist. He tugs her onto his knee, not gently, but with a certain deliberate care even in his usual roughness. His kiss isn't gentle either. But there is something questing, wondering, in the way his mouth opens against hers, a wet soft slide of lips and tongue. ]
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[ Now it's something stranger. More muddled. A highly-charged energy simmers between them -- wary, wanting -- that sets his teeth on edge. Not out of anger, but from some emotion so fervent it is nameless, and rushes through him like light. ]
[ He tries not to examine it. Better to sink into sensation. Better to focus on this little morsel of sweetness leaning into his touch, skittish yet with such bright hungry eyes. His fingers tighten on her wrist. He tugs her onto his knee, not gently, but with a certain deliberate care even in his usual roughness. His kiss isn't gentle either. But there is something questing, wondering, in the way his mouth opens against hers, a wet soft slide of lips and tongue. ]