[ Hei would prefer not to ponder the psychology at all. That way lies that familiar twinge in his chest: a twist of meaningless regret. And something darker tangled with that. A quiet homesickness. All the wrong things to feel, but he can't stop feeling them. Or maybe they aren't the wrong things at all; he isn't sure. His moral radar is broken, his emotional thermostat well and truly fucked up long before he became a Contractor. Since Pai vanished -- or before that -- it's been one mistake after another, monumental or mundane. He can't remember any more what is right and what isn't. ]
[ Part of him knows this isn't right, though. He's snatched Korra out of her happy cradle of normalcy, and tossed her into a snake-pit. Fucking her on top of that ... not once but over and over ... Has he really descended right through that nacreous spectrum of right and wrong? ]
[ He doesn't know. But -- fuck, he appreciates what a delicious mouthful the girl is. ]
[ She curls around him, a lewd moist ribboning of arms and legs. Hei doesn't answer her. Slinging an arm around her, he hitches her roughly closer -- a hefty but welcome baggage. Walking deeper into the room, he is already undressing her, yanking her blouse and her bra off over her head, tugging off her boots, wadding and chucking her trousers at the floor. His dick is at half-mast from his jeans. Unbuttoning his shirt first with brisk fingers, he shucks those off too, before depositing Korra heavily at the edge of the bed, eyeing the voluptuous sprawl of her. ]
Lie back. Spread your legs.
[ Iron edges his order. But with it is a renewed hunger. ]
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Date: 2015-04-04 04:12 am (UTC)[ Part of him knows this isn't right, though. He's snatched Korra out of her happy cradle of normalcy, and tossed her into a snake-pit. Fucking her on top of that ... not once but over and over ... Has he really descended right through that nacreous spectrum of right and wrong? ]
[ He doesn't know. But -- fuck, he appreciates what a delicious mouthful the girl is. ]
[ She curls around him, a lewd moist ribboning of arms and legs. Hei doesn't answer her. Slinging an arm around her, he hitches her roughly closer -- a hefty but welcome baggage. Walking deeper into the room, he is already undressing her, yanking her blouse and her bra off over her head, tugging off her boots, wadding and chucking her trousers at the floor. His dick is at half-mast from his jeans. Unbuttoning his shirt first with brisk fingers, he shucks those off too, before depositing Korra heavily at the edge of the bed, eyeing the voluptuous sprawl of her. ]
Lie back. Spread your legs.
[ Iron edges his order. But with it is a renewed hunger. ]