Date: 2014-12-10 04:37 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ So I turned on the TV (Hei - HairInEyes)
[ Hei can hear the rising desperation coloring Korra's tones, even if they are soft and airy as soap bubbles floating up to burst in his ears. Can feel himself rising on the heat, on the ripening scents of lust, her barreling pulse and the wild sway of her hips. The way her fingers yank at his hair is a delicious ache; his own low, raw sighs catch in his throat. ]

[ Teething her nipples, he bounces and massages the flesh of her breasts, feeling them pulse hotly against his palms. She's as delightfully sensitive as ever, and he can feel her climbing, her whole body clinging to him in persuasion, welcome, pleading. ]

[ On a rare impulse, feeling daring, he lets her nipples slip free from his mouth with a lewd pop. Lets the stubble sanding his cheek scrape across them, rough and deliberate, before he gulps them back into his mouth. He strokes them with his teeth until they grow painfully hard -- right before he lets a charge play out, barely a frisson of sparkage, the swirl of his tongue carrying the carefully choreographed swish of an electric eel, nothing else but slick heat and biting half-moons of teeth and kneading fingers and crackling sensation and hard suction. ]
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