[ Hei doesn't smile. But his eyes are crinkled at the edges, the gaze darkly reflective of triumph. Fresh sweat has broken across his skin; his nerves strum with impatience from hairline to groin. It doesn't matter. He's too absorbed by the picture Korra makes, dripping with heat and nearly bursting with urgency, tremors shooting up her belly and out her throat. The sounds excite him more, breaking hotly through the wells of his ears and seeming to tunnel straight down to his dick. ]
[ Spreading her sex with the V of his fingers, he fastens his mouth over her clit. Sucks it with a slow gathering pressure, while his thumb rubs the entrance to her vagina, playing with the delicate fringe of tissue. At the same time, he pushes a second slick finger into the puckered entrance of her anus, delving, prodding, while the rapid, almost relentless suckling of her clit continues. Her scent fills his lungs, makes his mind spin on an axis of wild silent sense-memory: seaside, soil, salt. A different body splayed beneath his gorging mouth, a different sex, framed in downy green hair and feeling distinctly more petal-soft and somehow more acrid-tasting across his tongue. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear, refusing to let the memory stain this temporary lapse of sex with a reminder of time and mortality, bitterness and betrayal -- ideas that he desperately hopes to obliterate for a few moments at a time. ]
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Date: 2015-04-05 03:08 am (UTC)[ Spreading her sex with the V of his fingers, he fastens his mouth over her clit. Sucks it with a slow gathering pressure, while his thumb rubs the entrance to her vagina, playing with the delicate fringe of tissue. At the same time, he pushes a second slick finger into the puckered entrance of her anus, delving, prodding, while the rapid, almost relentless suckling of her clit continues. Her scent fills his lungs, makes his mind spin on an axis of wild silent sense-memory: seaside, soil, salt. A different body splayed beneath his gorging mouth, a different sex, framed in downy green hair and feeling distinctly more petal-soft and somehow more acrid-tasting across his tongue. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear, refusing to let the memory stain this temporary lapse of sex with a reminder of time and mortality, bitterness and betrayal -- ideas that he desperately hopes to obliterate for a few moments at a time. ]