[ Not as non-sequitur as expected, considering Hei's mind is always on food. ]
[ Well. Almost always. His breath is rough and catching as Korra strokes him, the sensation quivering in his nerves, through the air, a plucked violin string which takes too long to go still. His hand slides lower, working three fingers deeper into her now, and pressing on her clit with the heel of his hand. Korra's blue, sea-flecked eyes with their catlike slant seem to catch what little light there is and make electricity out of it. He keeps his gaze on her, watching for flickers of sensation on her face, a strange, syrupy mix of breathlessness and need seeping into him, as if his brain is porous, open to absorb the atmosphere suffusing the inky air around him. Keeping his other hand starfished across her back, holding her close, he nestles his face against the swell of one breast. Inhales deeply, parting his lips and pressing it over a nipple. As he begins to suck, he increases the friction, down between her legs, his fingers slithering back and forth across her slick clit like whispers. ]
[ He keeps it up -- relentless, patternless -- until he's brought her to the same simmer as earlier, before her back decided to whinge. ]
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[ Not as non-sequitur as expected, considering Hei's mind is always on food. ]
[ Well. Almost always. His breath is rough and catching as Korra strokes him, the sensation quivering in his nerves, through the air, a plucked violin string which takes too long to go still. His hand slides lower, working three fingers deeper into her now, and pressing on her clit with the heel of his hand. Korra's blue, sea-flecked eyes with their catlike slant seem to catch what little light there is and make electricity out of it. He keeps his gaze on her, watching for flickers of sensation on her face, a strange, syrupy mix of breathlessness and need seeping into him, as if his brain is porous, open to absorb the atmosphere suffusing the inky air around him. Keeping his other hand starfished across her back, holding her close, he nestles his face against the swell of one breast. Inhales deeply, parting his lips and pressing it over a nipple. As he begins to suck, he increases the friction, down between her legs, his fingers slithering back and forth across her slick clit like whispers. ]
[ He keeps it up -- relentless, patternless -- until he's brought her to the same simmer as earlier, before her back decided to whinge. ]