[ When she rubs at his thickening cock, Hei hums and surges against her palm, letting the usual mask of impassivity across his face loosen, his eyes slip shut, his chin drooping a fraction lower. He's parting his lips on a word he doesn't say, lashes fluttering, head canting to one side, the right, the side so often weighed down by headaches. ]
[ This is absolutely the opposite of a headache, though. It is dizzy-making and intense, his body like a cold shack creaking as fire-heat flexes the joists. Their feet have stopped moving, he notices, but feet are a far distant worry, feet are the South Pole and this is some kind of northern-pointing pole where he is fucking open Korra's mouth with wet, hungry stabs of tongue, rubbing the twitchy heft of his erection shamelessly against her palm and making himself breathless. ]
[ At her question, there is a mass of conflicting impulses. No. Yes. Take a breather. Keep going. He squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still see that lace frippery peeking from the bag. Can imagine how it would look on Korra, milky and pristine and intact for only a matter of moments before he tears it to shreds. ]
[ A jittery inhale, a slow exhale. Then he reaches, one-handed, to scoop up the bag, hefting Korra close in the other arm. Kisses her hotly in lieu of Okay, before bearing her with a smooth hurried speed to the bedroom. ]
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Date: 2015-03-04 01:06 am (UTC)[ This is absolutely the opposite of a headache, though. It is dizzy-making and intense, his body like a cold shack creaking as fire-heat flexes the joists. Their feet have stopped moving, he notices, but feet are a far distant worry, feet are the South Pole and this is some kind of northern-pointing pole where he is fucking open Korra's mouth with wet, hungry stabs of tongue, rubbing the twitchy heft of his erection shamelessly against her palm and making himself breathless. ]
[ At her question, there is a mass of conflicting impulses. No. Yes. Take a breather. Keep going. He squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still see that lace frippery peeking from the bag. Can imagine how it would look on Korra, milky and pristine and intact for only a matter of moments before he tears it to shreds. ]
[ A jittery inhale, a slow exhale. Then he reaches, one-handed, to scoop up the bag, hefting Korra close in the other arm. Kisses her hotly in lieu of Okay, before bearing her with a smooth hurried speed to the bedroom. ]