[ Hei is very nearly unbalanced when she tries to flip him. But in this position, his weight is secure, knees bracketing her on each side. His palms settle on her wrists; he watches her dark-nippled breasts bloom full, then flatten as he stretches her arms over her head, a thrill of defiance mingling with the want. He dips his head, his mouth moving in paradoxes of pressure against her, hard-soft, brutal-playful. With his weight full on Korra, their chests pressed together, skin damp with the fine-sheened beginnings of sweat and the mushy thuds of their heartbeats resonating against skin, he indulges her thirst for competition a bit. Teases, more like; like a cat teases a small child that just wants to touch its tail. He allows her to get close for more kisses, lips parted, tongue darting to taste her mouth, then moves just out of reach, repeating this play each time she tries to take control. ]
[ It continues in this vein, until he slips one of her wrists loose, his hand dropping down to her panties. He grabs a fistful of the material at her hip, and says, ] I'll buy you new ones, [ right before he tears them free with a stinging snap, like rending paper, each thread of lace making a tiny popping sound as it parts, nearly pulling out two or three pubic hairs with it. ]
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[ It continues in this vein, until he slips one of her wrists loose, his hand dropping down to her panties. He grabs a fistful of the material at her hip, and says, ] I'll buy you new ones, [ right before he tears them free with a stinging snap, like rending paper, each thread of lace making a tiny popping sound as it parts, nearly pulling out two or three pubic hairs with it. ]