[ Hei keeps his heavy-lidded eyes fixed on Korra's face. He can tell she's half caught by fantasy and half distracted by sensations. Imagines her consciousness as a great metal bird, with slumbering fragments of her dreams tucked neatly in its metal belly, carrying her towards the dreaded surface of reality. He lays his stubbled cheek against her neck, wondering if the fine bristles feel like spiders to her somnolent self. With each rock of her hips, dreamy, almost dancelike, his erection feels heavier, pressed tight against her thigh. Still, he cradles her gently, as if comforting himself as much as Korra. Combing his fingers through her hair, he lays kisses around the clock of her face. Mouths at her breasts, over and over, his teeth tugging at her nipples, matched by the rhythm of his hand as his fingers sink where they seemingly belong -- into the hot, wet throb between Korra's legs. ]
[ Carefully, he spills her back across the futon. Covers her, almost like a big cat, languid in its perfect control. With his right hand he continues to stroke and work her, fingers crooking against that hot-spot, thumb tight against her clit. Meanwhile his mouth switches from one breast to the other, the nipples tight and springy as he sucks them in. He bites at them with blunt teeth, playfully, not wanting to hurt her. Licks them with the flat of his tongue -- and then he ducks his head down, burying his face in the cleft of her thighs. Pressing deep sloppy kisses there, both hungry and somehow impossibly tender, the curls tickling against his nose and cheeks. ]
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[ Carefully, he spills her back across the futon. Covers her, almost like a big cat, languid in its perfect control. With his right hand he continues to stroke and work her, fingers crooking against that hot-spot, thumb tight against her clit. Meanwhile his mouth switches from one breast to the other, the nipples tight and springy as he sucks them in. He bites at them with blunt teeth, playfully, not wanting to hurt her. Licks them with the flat of his tongue -- and then he ducks his head down, burying his face in the cleft of her thighs. Pressing deep sloppy kisses there, both hungry and somehow impossibly tender, the curls tickling against his nose and cheeks. ]