[ The tone is low, absent, but with a scratchy rasp to the syllables -- gravel and smoke. His palms make a warm frame of her breasts. He strokes them, squeezes them, slaps them very lightly back and forth, delighting in the plump elasticity of her skin, their shivering weight so lewdly sweet. Dips his head, his hair a soft ticklish drag, and gently gulps one nipple into his mouth, feeding on it as if it's an addiction in the making. ]
[ In a secret alcove of his mind, he wonders what she and Asami had done together. To the extent he's ever thought about what Asami would be like in bed, he'd imagined it all shy melting fluttery kisses and gentle little gasps. But that wouldn't captivate Korra's interest for long. Especially not with all her zesty energy. There had to be something spicier, raunchier, to Asami than that. ]
[ Curiosity -- and something darker -- goes through him with a blossoming red-hot heat. His hard teeth sink into the tender bud of her nipple. With his left hand, he anchors her lower-back, palm splayed across her buttocks. With the right, he wedges his fingers between them, cupping her mons, the thumb teasing her seam through soft curls, rimming round and around, grazing her clit only in idle increments. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 12:16 am (UTC)[ The tone is low, absent, but with a scratchy rasp to the syllables -- gravel and smoke. His palms make a warm frame of her breasts. He strokes them, squeezes them, slaps them very lightly back and forth, delighting in the plump elasticity of her skin, their shivering weight so lewdly sweet. Dips his head, his hair a soft ticklish drag, and gently gulps one nipple into his mouth, feeding on it as if it's an addiction in the making. ]
[ In a secret alcove of his mind, he wonders what she and Asami had done together. To the extent he's ever thought about what Asami would be like in bed, he'd imagined it all shy melting fluttery kisses and gentle little gasps. But that wouldn't captivate Korra's interest for long. Especially not with all her zesty energy. There had to be something spicier, raunchier, to Asami than that. ]
[ Curiosity -- and something darker -- goes through him with a blossoming red-hot heat. His hard teeth sink into the tender bud of her nipple. With his left hand, he anchors her lower-back, palm splayed across her buttocks. With the right, he wedges his fingers between them, cupping her mons, the thumb teasing her seam through soft curls, rimming round and around, grazing her clit only in idle increments. ]