[ (But a thing of beauty should be shared with all!) ]
[ Her little sounds seem to melt through him, shocky-sweet and cool as ice cream dribbling down his spine. He wants to take this at a leisurely pace, his fingers questing slowly into the wet heat between her legs, mouth open, swallowing up her shivery cries in deep gulps. But the flare of lust rises higher and higher, water at a boil, mercury popping -- so he's abruptly dragging both his mouth and fingers free. ]
[ Sitting up, he strips out of his shirt and kicks off his boots, one hand fiddling with the clasp of his trousers, a hot convexity of pressure aching beneath the fly. He manages only to pop the top button and drag the zipper down, taking himself in hand to squeeze the tension down a few notches. In the next breath his attention refastens on Korra. Something about the aggressive lack of eroticism in those wrinkled sheaves of her clothes makes it positively obscene. ]
[ With a rough but playful efficiency, he drags off her shirt, hands exploring her breasts, still clothed in her sarashi. Drifts down her body, hooking his fingers into the fabric of her pants and underwear, just at her hip. He pulls with a vicious wrench that makes something flare giddily in his chest. Takes the advantage of Korra's raised legs, and grabs one foot, bending her knee back up towards her. Leaning in, he gnaws at the jut of her hip, before dipping low to fasten his mouth against her sex. ]
[ Humid clusters of curls; a declivity of salty-hot slickness. Humming, he drags his tongue in long, wide licks, still gripping Korra's foot, thumb against the ticklish arch. ]
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Date: 2014-11-24 01:42 am (UTC)[ Her little sounds seem to melt through him, shocky-sweet and cool as ice cream dribbling down his spine. He wants to take this at a leisurely pace, his fingers questing slowly into the wet heat between her legs, mouth open, swallowing up her shivery cries in deep gulps. But the flare of lust rises higher and higher, water at a boil, mercury popping -- so he's abruptly dragging both his mouth and fingers free. ]
[ Sitting up, he strips out of his shirt and kicks off his boots, one hand fiddling with the clasp of his trousers, a hot convexity of pressure aching beneath the fly. He manages only to pop the top button and drag the zipper down, taking himself in hand to squeeze the tension down a few notches. In the next breath his attention refastens on Korra. Something about the aggressive lack of eroticism in those wrinkled sheaves of her clothes makes it positively obscene. ]
[ With a rough but playful efficiency, he drags off her shirt, hands exploring her breasts, still clothed in her sarashi. Drifts down her body, hooking his fingers into the fabric of her pants and underwear, just at her hip. He pulls with a vicious wrench that makes something flare giddily in his chest. Takes the advantage of Korra's raised legs, and grabs one foot, bending her knee back up towards her. Leaning in, he gnaws at the jut of her hip, before dipping low to fasten his mouth against her sex. ]
[ Humid clusters of curls; a declivity of salty-hot slickness. Humming, he drags his tongue in long, wide licks, still gripping Korra's foot, thumb against the ticklish arch. ]