[ There's an almost incomprehensible stutter of protest when Korra rolls off him. Hard physical arousal thumps between Hei's thighs at the loss of her warmth. A belly-ache of need. When she nestles close again, he maneuvers until they're face to face, legs intertwined so she can feel the sharpness of his hipbone pressed against her sex, gently splaying the wet lips apart. In her curled hand, his erection is heavy, slick-tipped, Korra's fading bite-marks still stinging on his skin. He can hardly catch his breath. The entire surface of his body is burning from the friction. ]
[ Eyes shut, he buries his mouth in her neck, a quiet, broken sound struggling out of his throat. One hand starfishes at the hollow of her back, holding her close, while the other creeps between her legs again. His fingers slither back and forth over her clit, then down to the opening, feeling like there's river there and it has a course; it tells him what path to take, a sweet declivity made for his fingers or cock. Humming, he kisses the corner of Korra's throat and shoulder with an open mouth, down her breasts then up again with soft, mouthing movements. Each breath makes his chest shudder, heart trying to hammer at his ribcage. ]
[ Sucking Korra's lower-lip between his teeth, he breathes, ]
Fuck me.
[ Not Now and not I want it. He sounds almost like he's obtaining permission. His control is already tenuous, mind scrubbed raw. If she keeps this up, he's going to lose it and spill right in the hollow of her hip. ]
no subject
[ Eyes shut, he buries his mouth in her neck, a quiet, broken sound struggling out of his throat. One hand starfishes at the hollow of her back, holding her close, while the other creeps between her legs again. His fingers slither back and forth over her clit, then down to the opening, feeling like there's river there and it has a course; it tells him what path to take, a sweet declivity made for his fingers or cock. Humming, he kisses the corner of Korra's throat and shoulder with an open mouth, down her breasts then up again with soft, mouthing movements. Each breath makes his chest shudder, heart trying to hammer at his ribcage. ]
[ Sucking Korra's lower-lip between his teeth, he breathes, ]
Fuck me.
[ Not Now and not I want it. He sounds almost like he's obtaining permission. His control is already tenuous, mind scrubbed raw. If she keeps this up, he's going to lose it and spill right in the hollow of her hip. ]