[ Hei's hands rest on her knees. Dimly, he notes the quality of Korra's breathing, the energy vibrating beneath her taut limbs and smooth skin. Miles away, yet so focused, and he can't help but think she's still so vulnerable and small -- the whole span of his palm covers the round of each knee. Easy to bruise. Easier to break. That train-of-thought derails when she cries out. (Oh, he definitely wants to hear that noise again.) ]
[ He holds his tongue against for a motionless moment, pressing her knees open with firm insistence. Hums at that sharp hair-pull; it stings but he's hardly bothered by it. Frantic manhandling is often a good sign -- the best. His lips are crooked into a bit of a smile when he starts back up on her, long slow licks upward, then a soft nibbling descent, sucking and teasing. But he doesn't build a rhythm, doesn't give her anything familiar to catch onto, to stop his gathering momentum. ]
[ It's cruel. But he wants to know how far she can go. Wants to test her patience and demarcations, before she falls apart. ]
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[ He holds his tongue against for a motionless moment, pressing her knees open with firm insistence. Hums at that sharp hair-pull; it stings but he's hardly bothered by it. Frantic manhandling is often a good sign -- the best. His lips are crooked into a bit of a smile when he starts back up on her, long slow licks upward, then a soft nibbling descent, sucking and teasing. But he doesn't build a rhythm, doesn't give her anything familiar to catch onto, to stop his gathering momentum. ]
[ It's cruel. But he wants to know how far she can go. Wants to test her patience and demarcations, before she falls apart. ]