[ Hei's palm stays flat against Korra's mouth. It feels like unspoken words are spilling against the flesh. He can't take his eyes off her, with her scrunched face and huge eyes, a burning presence in which drama surpasses wildness effortlessly to make pure magnetism. His own restraint is like tin foil flicked into a campfire; the burn caves it in like a flower blooming in reverse. Swallowing, he forces himself to stay steady. Teases the folds of her labia with his fingers, spreading the slick moisture that is collecting from inside, along the curls, across her clit, before forgoing the exquisite build-up of his usual games, pinching and then releasing that tender nub, gently at first, then at the blade's edge of cruel. ]
[ There's a warm amusement in the tiny curl of his smile, but his eyes are dark with a single-track concentration. ]
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Date: 2014-03-21 02:55 am (UTC)[ There's a warm amusement in the tiny curl of his smile, but his eyes are dark with a single-track concentration. ]