[ The way she comes makes Hei's eyes narrow, darken, staring in consuming fascination. He can feel the heat pouring across his face, his stunned body slowing for a flickering pulse-beat before kicking into overdrive -- buzzed and unltrastimmied. Breathing roughly, he drops one hand into his own lap, takes hold of his cock. His fingers are moist with oozing pre-come; the friction of each tug is electric, almost too much. ]
[ He doesn't undo her bindings yet. He just crawls over her, up onto the bed, sleeking his cheek from navel to ribs, his bristles rasping across her damp skin. Laps at the undersides of her breasts, where they hang on her ribs, tasting her salt, before he mouths wetly at her pebble-hard nipples. ]
[ Her words sink into him with a frisson of disquiet. He's made kills this way -- he won't deny it. Not many, because he prefers not to be entrenched in the messy business of the flesh-trade if and when he can help it. Sex is a tool, like any other tool: the point is to foster a bond of intimacy with your target. Contrary to popular imagination, emotional safecracking is much more about softness and seduction than it is about torture. ]
[ Korra isn't a target, though. She's just a girl. A hopeless girl seducing her own destruction. Except, here and now, she'll have to look elsewhere. ]
[ He covers her slowly, a bridge of sleek, damp muscle. Stirs his hips a little, so that his cock rides between her slick mons, open between her widespread thighs. Propped on one elbow, he touches her with the fingers of the other hand, tips drifting across her hair and skin. But it's not tender. His expression is hard-edged, marginally curious. He might be carving a particularly juicy roast or dissecting a strange pickled pig in science class. ]
no subject
[ He doesn't undo her bindings yet. He just crawls over her, up onto the bed, sleeking his cheek from navel to ribs, his bristles rasping across her damp skin. Laps at the undersides of her breasts, where they hang on her ribs, tasting her salt, before he mouths wetly at her pebble-hard nipples. ]
[ Her words sink into him with a frisson of disquiet. He's made kills this way -- he won't deny it. Not many, because he prefers not to be entrenched in the messy business of the flesh-trade if and when he can help it. Sex is a tool, like any other tool: the point is to foster a bond of intimacy with your target. Contrary to popular imagination, emotional safecracking is much more about softness and seduction than it is about torture. ]
[ Korra isn't a target, though. She's just a girl. A hopeless girl seducing her own destruction. Except, here and now, she'll have to look elsewhere. ]
[ He covers her slowly, a bridge of sleek, damp muscle. Stirs his hips a little, so that his cock rides between her slick mons, open between her widespread thighs. Propped on one elbow, he touches her with the fingers of the other hand, tips drifting across her hair and skin. But it's not tender. His expression is hard-edged, marginally curious. He might be carving a particularly juicy roast or dissecting a strange pickled pig in science class. ]
[ Idly, ]
Not all of them ask for it so specifically.