[ He's trying but not quite managing his usual quiet, clipped, operational voice. It's hard to manage efficient calm, with their mouths inches apart, heating the air between them. It's a pragmatic habit for Hei to grab the condoms himself, to control even this step. But right now, the world seems clear and unstrained, serene as water. Completely simple. ]
[ He closes the gap between him and Korra again, the motion quick despite how languid everything seems, and kisses her. Slides down her body, stretching again like a cat, arms taut and fingers tight in the sheets as he explores her with his teeth and tongue, running his nose down Korra's sternum to her belly, biting her hipbones. One hand coasts up the inside of her leg, stroking over the warm skin. The stripe of dark curls between her thighs is beaded with wetness, and Hei presses his mouth to it, tasting her. ]
[ He knows he's being distracting. But he also knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he'll be running on a short-fuse when they fuck. He doesn't want to stop touching or tasting her. He wants her deep down in his lungs, behind the miserable cage of his ribs, in the prosaic, dead slab he calls a heart. ]
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[ He's trying but not quite managing his usual quiet, clipped, operational voice. It's hard to manage efficient calm, with their mouths inches apart, heating the air between them. It's a pragmatic habit for Hei to grab the condoms himself, to control even this step. But right now, the world seems clear and unstrained, serene as water. Completely simple. ]
[ He closes the gap between him and Korra again, the motion quick despite how languid everything seems, and kisses her. Slides down her body, stretching again like a cat, arms taut and fingers tight in the sheets as he explores her with his teeth and tongue, running his nose down Korra's sternum to her belly, biting her hipbones. One hand coasts up the inside of her leg, stroking over the warm skin. The stripe of dark curls between her thighs is beaded with wetness, and Hei presses his mouth to it, tasting her. ]
[ He knows he's being distracting. But he also knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he'll be running on a short-fuse when they fuck. He doesn't want to stop touching or tasting her. He wants her deep down in his lungs, behind the miserable cage of his ribs, in the prosaic, dead slab he calls a heart. ]