[ He accepts her help with a flicker of a smile, and her words with one of those low grunted laughs that never quite leaves his throat. Hand shaky, he manages to pop the top button and get his zipper down, shucking the jeans and toeing them aside. Only then, the technicalities out of the way, does he seem to absorb the delectable treat that is Korra. Spilled out across the table, her skin like tea with just a few dollops of milk, in contrast to his own, milk with a few splotches of tea. ]
[ Humming, he slides his head across her chest, cheeking its sleek bones and soft planes. Tugs down her sarashi to free her breasts, lapping his tongue in broad, careless swathes across each slope, teething her nipples almost cruelly, then letting her feel the scrape of stubble that barely breaks his skin but feels like granularly fine sandpaper. Meanwhile his right hand dips between her thighs, combing through the tuft of pubic hair, resting one finger on her clit and pressing down, hard, not moving the digit at all, just letting his weight squeeze it down. ]
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Date: 2014-08-07 03:03 am (UTC)[ Humming, he slides his head across her chest, cheeking its sleek bones and soft planes. Tugs down her sarashi to free her breasts, lapping his tongue in broad, careless swathes across each slope, teething her nipples almost cruelly, then letting her feel the scrape of stubble that barely breaks his skin but feels like granularly fine sandpaper. Meanwhile his right hand dips between her thighs, combing through the tuft of pubic hair, resting one finger on her clit and pressing down, hard, not moving the digit at all, just letting his weight squeeze it down. ]