[ The feel of her little hand, wrapped around the jutting heat of his erection, affects Hei almost as much as her moan. Dipping his head, he kisses her again as if talking desperately into her mouth, subvocalizations that might be words muffled by his biting kisses. The rush of her arousal hasn't knotted itself into absolute terror yet. For that, he's grateful. If there was ever a moment for her to be uncertain what he could do, would do, this is it. She gave him this chance to reach it. He wants to assure her it was a wise gift to give -- but privately, he's not so sure. ]
[ When his mouth finally removes itself, his palm presses, harder still, across her throat, thumb digging almost cruelly into the soft flesh beneath her jaw. Danger -- isn't that nine-tenths the kick? Amber's body always said Yes. But Korra's, for once, is a cipher. ]
[ His other hand tweaks her nipple, clamping it between thumb and forefinger for a twist, by degrees tender, then wicked. When he drops his hand at last, it's to unfasten his trousers, to drag them past the expanse of his thighs and knees, gracelessly kicking them off. His cock, still caught in Korra's fingers, throbs drunkenly in the coolish air. He's aware of his hips stirring, trying to drive into the clasp of her palm, even as he slips his free hand into the waistband of Korra's trousers. ]
[ The fastening gapes open, her curls peeking in a wild dark triangle. Wedging his hand between them, roughly, Hei finds the slickness between her thighs again. Probes her with one finger, then two, thumb rolling across her clit -- while the hand at her throat squeezes tighter, thumb pressing the carotid arteries just enough so she can feel the throb against them. ]
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[ The feel of her little hand, wrapped around the jutting heat of his erection, affects Hei almost as much as her moan. Dipping his head, he kisses her again as if talking desperately into her mouth, subvocalizations that might be words muffled by his biting kisses. The rush of her arousal hasn't knotted itself into absolute terror yet. For that, he's grateful. If there was ever a moment for her to be uncertain what he could do, would do, this is it. She gave him this chance to reach it. He wants to assure her it was a wise gift to give -- but privately, he's not so sure. ]
[ When his mouth finally removes itself, his palm presses, harder still, across her throat, thumb digging almost cruelly into the soft flesh beneath her jaw. Danger -- isn't that nine-tenths the kick? Amber's body always said Yes. But Korra's, for once, is a cipher. ]
[ His other hand tweaks her nipple, clamping it between thumb and forefinger for a twist, by degrees tender, then wicked. When he drops his hand at last, it's to unfasten his trousers, to drag them past the expanse of his thighs and knees, gracelessly kicking them off. His cock, still caught in Korra's fingers, throbs drunkenly in the coolish air. He's aware of his hips stirring, trying to drive into the clasp of her palm, even as he slips his free hand into the waistband of Korra's trousers. ]
[ The fastening gapes open, her curls peeking in a wild dark triangle. Wedging his hand between them, roughly, Hei finds the slickness between her thighs again. Probes her with one finger, then two, thumb rolling across her clit -- while the hand at her throat squeezes tighter, thumb pressing the carotid arteries just enough so she can feel the throb against them. ]