[ Hei would tell her he's actually extremely particular about where he puts his mouth -- at least where bodies are concerned. Instead he brushes the fingers of his free hand over Korra's knuckles, before lacing the digits with hers, a moist, aching cramp of a grip that somehow matches the dull throb behind his ribcage, where want and gratitude is pricking him like thorns of fire under his flesh. Just being close to her, watching her squirm, sends him spinning almost to the edge of his need -- a disconnect between the body and the brain that is so strange, because it's usually the opposite. During sex, there is some flukey mechanism in his mind that never stops running on its track, even during intense arousal. It is a lifesaver on the field, foolproof playacting for a cover -- but it's fucking inconvenient outside of it. To say the least. ]
[ Between her thighs, his mouth sucks and licks with a fervor which is almost selfishly vicarious. One fingernail tracing a line from the pucker of her ass up to the entrance of her sex, smearing the welling slickness, playing with the delicate fringe of her inner-lips, before he pushes his finger into her. Hot, so hot -- a tight rippling clutch that reminds him how good it is to fuck her. Just thinking about it, he can feel his own groan as much as hear it -- terrible, desperate. His thumb brushes her clit as his finger buries itself inside her, tongue whorling sloppy circles around the twitching nub -- and it's so easy to melt into this, the give and take, the lewd, long slurps and the rhythm of Korra's hips that tells him what to do. ]
[ Three years of change, and he feels like he's stumbling in and out of her rhythms, finding old, remembered spots, cataloging dizzying new changes. ]
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Date: 2014-12-13 02:54 am (UTC)[ Between her thighs, his mouth sucks and licks with a fervor which is almost selfishly vicarious. One fingernail tracing a line from the pucker of her ass up to the entrance of her sex, smearing the welling slickness, playing with the delicate fringe of her inner-lips, before he pushes his finger into her. Hot, so hot -- a tight rippling clutch that reminds him how good it is to fuck her. Just thinking about it, he can feel his own groan as much as hear it -- terrible, desperate. His thumb brushes her clit as his finger buries itself inside her, tongue whorling sloppy circles around the twitching nub -- and it's so easy to melt into this, the give and take, the lewd, long slurps and the rhythm of Korra's hips that tells him what to do. ]
[ Three years of change, and he feels like he's stumbling in and out of her rhythms, finding old, remembered spots, cataloging dizzying new changes. ]