[ He'd argue, but -- She has a point. What's a pity is that Hei's inherent attitude toward sex involves commodifying it to the point where it’s just another thing to eat and shit out -- along with the object of sexual desire -- or to pretend with marks to mystify it and put it on a pedestal -- above crassness, in the realm of the sacred. Since Amber, he's fallen out of the habit of fitting both concepts in one package. ]
[ He needs to try. Korra is more to him than just a bukkake landing-site. He will admit that much. He can't put his finger on just when the shift from simple rutting to elaborate, unfettered pleasuring began. He only knows that it keeps knitting them more closely with the passing days, entangling them together with desire if nothing else. Knows that the more entwined their needs grow, the more difficult it is for him to pull apart afterwards and resume his cloistered routine of wary solitude. ]
[ Complicated. That word had blossomed in his skull the first time he'd fucked her, too. Always so complicated. ]
[ Leaning in, he bites with a strangely tender roughness at Korra's lower-lip. A barely-there kiss that deepens into something wet, lewd, heavy -- but almost soothing. He wants to touch her, wants to make her come. But it's not just about wanting. It's -- trigger-loaded, full of stray bullets and bleeding wounds. Maybe it always will be. But it doesn't have to be right now. ]
Do you fantasize about this? About... how it could be better, I mean? [ It comes out in a rush, like it's better to say it fast before he loses the nerve. (BK201? Nervous about something?) He doesn't meet her eyes, but there's a dull click in his Adam's apple. ] Tell me what you'd like to do. Or what you'd like me to do.
[ He's spent so long juggling masks to put on, roles to recite lines for, patterns to mold his behaviors to. He can do the same for her. But with one pivotal difference: Because he wants to, not because he has to. ]
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Date: 2014-11-13 01:00 am (UTC)[ He needs to try. Korra is more to him than just a bukkake landing-site. He will admit that much. He can't put his finger on just when the shift from simple rutting to elaborate, unfettered pleasuring began. He only knows that it keeps knitting them more closely with the passing days, entangling them together with desire if nothing else. Knows that the more entwined their needs grow, the more difficult it is for him to pull apart afterwards and resume his cloistered routine of wary solitude. ]
[ Complicated. That word had blossomed in his skull the first time he'd fucked her, too. Always so complicated. ]
[ Leaning in, he bites with a strangely tender roughness at Korra's lower-lip. A barely-there kiss that deepens into something wet, lewd, heavy -- but almost soothing. He wants to touch her, wants to make her come. But it's not just about wanting. It's -- trigger-loaded, full of stray bullets and bleeding wounds. Maybe it always will be. But it doesn't have to be right now. ]
Do you fantasize about this? About... how it could be better, I mean? [ It comes out in a rush, like it's better to say it fast before he loses the nerve. (BK201? Nervous about something?) He doesn't meet her eyes, but there's a dull click in his Adam's apple. ] Tell me what you'd like to do. Or what you'd like me to do.
[ He's spent so long juggling masks to put on, roles to recite lines for, patterns to mold his behaviors to. He can do the same for her. But with one pivotal difference: Because he wants to, not because he has to. ]