[ The larger agenda is a given: they're both Contractors. Layers and duplicity are their purview. Spycraft is knowing where to put the But, the Only. Where to draw the boundary, while always wielding trust like it's a blade that can swing awry and cut you without warning. And maybe there is no trust here, but there's a zitzing hum of tension that ties them together. (Whether that's knowledge or hatred or something else altogether, who's to say?) ]
[ Maybe that's what makes it easier? Easier for Hei to feel considerate for a moment, to give himself the chance to touch her significantly, in a kind of blank-faced trance that lets him hide things from himself. If you erase each moment as it happens, you don't have to look back. He's always erasing himself, because he's the worst of himself, in deep, so erasure is a kindness to whoever he's with. Which is what lets him be something almost indulgent right now -- something entirely removed from what he usually is. ]
[ She moans, and the sound judders all through Hei, an ache from spine to groin like stretching a long atrophied muscle, nerves lighting up as heat prickles in. With luxuriant thoroughness, his tongue whorls around her clit, while the fingers in her ass fuck her with a maddening languor, working in deeper, stretching her wider, a clingy hot flutter around his fingers as if that part of her exists for no purpose but to embrace him. ]
[ Once he's satisfied by the signals of her body -- the drained-hot lassitude that is sister to arousal -- he withdraws his fingers. A moment later, Korra will feel cool liquid spilling into her. One palm starfished between her shoulderblades, he keeps her pinned. The other measures the gleaming curves of her ass before he smears the oil across that tight pucker, dabs it in with one finger, then two, then gradually three, the lubricant sliding in thick deep dollops into her. ]
[ The fingers of his free hand skim across her spine, the nape of her neck. The touch is almost dreamy. Nothing like the dark currents in his voice. ]
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[ Maybe that's what makes it easier? Easier for Hei to feel considerate for a moment, to give himself the chance to touch her significantly, in a kind of blank-faced trance that lets him hide things from himself. If you erase each moment as it happens, you don't have to look back. He's always erasing himself, because he's the worst of himself, in deep, so erasure is a kindness to whoever he's with. Which is what lets him be something almost indulgent right now -- something entirely removed from what he usually is. ]
[ She moans, and the sound judders all through Hei, an ache from spine to groin like stretching a long atrophied muscle, nerves lighting up as heat prickles in. With luxuriant thoroughness, his tongue whorls around her clit, while the fingers in her ass fuck her with a maddening languor, working in deeper, stretching her wider, a clingy hot flutter around his fingers as if that part of her exists for no purpose but to embrace him. ]
[ Once he's satisfied by the signals of her body -- the drained-hot lassitude that is sister to arousal -- he withdraws his fingers. A moment later, Korra will feel cool liquid spilling into her. One palm starfished between her shoulderblades, he keeps her pinned. The other measures the gleaming curves of her ass before he smears the oil across that tight pucker, dabs it in with one finger, then two, then gradually three, the lubricant sliding in thick deep dollops into her. ]
[ The fingers of his free hand skim across her spine, the nape of her neck. The touch is almost dreamy. Nothing like the dark currents in his voice. ]
Get ready.