[ Hei isn't sure he's entirely devoid of resentment, at the idea of sharing her. He's not prone to explosive displays of jealousy. But he is possessive by nature. Any physical contact with Korra is as much his way of marking territory as it is about any demonstration of sentiment. Whether on the frontline or off, his mind still functions in terms of battle and defense. (Yet, a wry voice, curled at the back of his mind, tells him to afford the curiosity a little leverage, to take a risk and explore where a threesome might lead them. It could be a disaster, sure. But it could also be an eye-opener, watching how Korra is with someone different.) ]
[ Then Korra moans, breathy and pleading, and his brain goes bluescreen. ]
[ Clasping her wrists roughly in his hands, he lifts both her palms up to cradle her own breasts, pushing them together, presenting them to him to feed on. Roots greedily from one nipple to the other, sharp scrapes of teeth and the slick friction of tongue, teasing them into stiff points of near-aching hardness. Under the water, he traces the wet inside of her thigh, before grasping her sex again. His finger sinks in a fraction of an inch into pillowy slickness, not enough, slow circles pushing to open her wider and wider, the friction like a liquor-doused fingertip tracing the rim of a wineglass, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing across her clit -- right before those same fingers pry her wide apart, pinching with playful cruelty at the twitching nub, a soft repeated pressure that edges on relentless. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 01:13 am (UTC)[ Then Korra moans, breathy and pleading, and his brain goes bluescreen. ]
[ Clasping her wrists roughly in his hands, he lifts both her palms up to cradle her own breasts, pushing them together, presenting them to him to feed on. Roots greedily from one nipple to the other, sharp scrapes of teeth and the slick friction of tongue, teasing them into stiff points of near-aching hardness. Under the water, he traces the wet inside of her thigh, before grasping her sex again. His finger sinks in a fraction of an inch into pillowy slickness, not enough, slow circles pushing to open her wider and wider, the friction like a liquor-doused fingertip tracing the rim of a wineglass, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing across her clit -- right before those same fingers pry her wide apart, pinching with playful cruelty at the twitching nub, a soft repeated pressure that edges on relentless. ]