[ The sunshine -- Korra's warm skin and hot mouth -- the seasalty air ... It's all a syrupy lassitude, seeping into Hei's pores. Drugging his brain. Just a moment where he forgets about all the deaths, the secrets, the ruin, the people he's destroyed and been. Temporary and deceptive, he knows. But a welcome grace period. ]
[ A red tide is blotching his skin in places -- not sunlight but a flush. The sound that erupts from the depth of his throat is a low, pleasured hum. ]
You've gotten good at this.
[ There's no such thing as a natural born cocksucker. But with Korra, it's one of the rare times it doesn't feel too tedious or businesslike. (Amber was fantastic at blowjobs, sure. But in those days, half the thrill was having her mouth anywhere near his cock at all. The other half was gobsmacked relief that he was still alive -- at least until the next mortar blast or ambush or airstrike.) ]
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[ A red tide is blotching his skin in places -- not sunlight but a flush. The sound that erupts from the depth of his throat is a low, pleasured hum. ]
You've gotten good at this.
[ There's no such thing as a natural born cocksucker. But with Korra, it's one of the rare times it doesn't feel too tedious or businesslike. (Amber was fantastic at blowjobs, sure. But in those days, half the thrill was having her mouth anywhere near his cock at all. The other half was gobsmacked relief that he was still alive -- at least until the next mortar blast or ambush or airstrike.) ]