[ Hei's grip loosens and tightens in Korra's hair, almost like kneading. This is it, the home stretch, his body vibrating like a plucked steel string as it comes apart. There's a low sound in his throat at the edge of her teeth -- not discomfort but encouragement. (Quick little learner; it doesn't take her long to figure out what he likes.) Sucking his lower-lip up beneath his teeth to stifle louder sounds, he watches her as she plunges him into her mouth again and again. No artfulness, but boundless enthusiasm, and somehow that adds a sheen of novelty to an otherwise common experience. ]
[ Distantly, he senses every line in his body go taut. Korra can probably feel the quality of his erection change in her mouth and hand. The lot is bright-red and sets the edges of Korra's dark hair alight, but he's the one who feels close to burning. He tries his hardest not to shove her head down too much, tries not to force this, even as he chokes back a full-throated gasp, shivering as the waves hit and he dissolves in a helpless gush. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ Distantly, he senses every line in his body go taut. Korra can probably feel the quality of his erection change in her mouth and hand. The lot is bright-red and sets the edges of Korra's dark hair alight, but he's the one who feels close to burning. He tries his hardest not to shove her head down too much, tries not to force this, even as he chokes back a full-throated gasp, shivering as the waves hit and he dissolves in a helpless gush. ]
[ Fuck. Fuck. ]