[ The noise Hei makes -- a strange sort of crooning -- is as close to comforting as he gets. Her palms are two warm weights against his waist; the voluptuous lassitude of Korra's body -- not boneless but gorgeously pliant -- sends his mind spiralling, his breath jumping in his chest. Laying her back down, he stays close, his body a taut arch over hers. Lips sliding over Korra's, then sealing tight in a kiss, his tongue licking into her, exploring the neat rows of her teeth and the ticklish roof of her mouth. Breaking away on a gulping noise, he pauses to shrug off his own clothes -- folding them precise as origami pieces next to Korra's. And the he lifts Korra again, his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand between her legs, his thumb on top of her mons. He's left her panties on, a tantalizing vee; his palm burrows under the fabric, cupping the warm mound of her sex. Squeezing gently, while he slides his fingers back and forth across her slit, just barely exerting pressure on her clitoris. ]
[ Meanwhile, his mouth wanders across the smooth surface of skin he wants to bury his face in. The whorls of her ears, her jawline, the soft arc of her neck. He gnaws at her pulsepoint, feeling her heartbeat thrumming beneath. Continues stroking her between her thighs with his right hand, feeling the moisture spreading against his fingers, while he kisses her warm face and brushes the long tangled strands of her hair away from it, and then dips his head to suckle her breasts almost idly, as if taking little sips from them. ]
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[ The noise Hei makes -- a strange sort of crooning -- is as close to comforting as he gets. Her palms are two warm weights against his waist; the voluptuous lassitude of Korra's body -- not boneless but gorgeously pliant -- sends his mind spiralling, his breath jumping in his chest. Laying her back down, he stays close, his body a taut arch over hers. Lips sliding over Korra's, then sealing tight in a kiss, his tongue licking into her, exploring the neat rows of her teeth and the ticklish roof of her mouth. Breaking away on a gulping noise, he pauses to shrug off his own clothes -- folding them precise as origami pieces next to Korra's. And the he lifts Korra again, his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand between her legs, his thumb on top of her mons. He's left her panties on, a tantalizing vee; his palm burrows under the fabric, cupping the warm mound of her sex. Squeezing gently, while he slides his fingers back and forth across her slit, just barely exerting pressure on her clitoris. ]
[ Meanwhile, his mouth wanders across the smooth surface of skin he wants to bury his face in. The whorls of her ears, her jawline, the soft arc of her neck. He gnaws at her pulsepoint, feeling her heartbeat thrumming beneath. Continues stroking her between her thighs with his right hand, feeling the moisture spreading against his fingers, while he kisses her warm face and brushes the long tangled strands of her hair away from it, and then dips his head to suckle her breasts almost idly, as if taking little sips from them. ]