[ Before, Hei would've resisted. Now he spills obligingly onto his back, an easy bonelessness in his extremities even as tension simmers at the crux of his body, where his erection is a drunken twitching against his belly and the splayed slickness of Korra's sex. In the gold lamplight, her eye and the slice of one cheek glow, the rest of her body limned into a pale jumble of angles and curves: the winglike sweep of collarbones, the overspilling breasts like pale moons in their own right, the dark nipples sweetly eclipsing, the tiny pucker of navel and the melting sweeps of thighs and hips. Glowing, charged with energy, she is enchanting.]
[ Tucking one hand behind his head, Hei lets the other dip its way between her sticky thighs, one finger pressing that good spot that makes her wriggle. His gaze is a soft hot flickering, up and down the length of her. ]
no subject
[ Tucking one hand behind his head, Hei lets the other dip its way between her sticky thighs, one finger pressing that good spot that makes her wriggle. His gaze is a soft hot flickering, up and down the length of her. ]
Do your worst.
[ Or in this case your best? ]