[ Hei lets off the breath he doesn't realize he's been holding, a half-smile that lights two dull blue coins in his eyes. Loosening his grip, he spills obligingly onto his back, all fluid muscle and floppy hair, his erection a slick-tipped arch of flesh. He's got that look, the one that says he really has no inhibitions, four syllables unnatural to his body, yet there's something open -- raw -- in his gaze that's at odds with the practiced precision of his posture. ]
[ He reaches out, a handful of Korra's soft hair and the warm solid curve of her skull against his palm. But he doesn't force or shove. He leans in, a moist nuzzle of lips against hers, before he draws away, letting his hand rest at her nape like a reassurance more than an imperative. ]
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Date: 2014-07-23 02:11 am (UTC)[ He reaches out, a handful of Korra's soft hair and the warm solid curve of her skull against his palm. But he doesn't force or shove. He leans in, a moist nuzzle of lips against hers, before he draws away, letting his hand rest at her nape like a reassurance more than an imperative. ]
[ Letting her take this at her own pace. ]