[ A groan oscillates low-loud in Hei's throat. Her kisses have the same burning edge of want as his own, and the bite of her nails, the sounds he draws from her, are all vibrant with encouragement -- it's okay, it's good, keep going. The friction from her body assumes the only place in his consciousness. And when she says Please, he thinks, Fuck it. So much for restraint and strategy. ]
[ Without warning he spins her to face him, crowding her back against the tiled wall. One thigh up between hers, pinning back her hands. Under the spray of hot needles, his hair is plastered to his face in inky vines, the steam bringing a flush to the rise of his cheeks. He presses himself tight against her, with urgent stirring motions. Kisses her; hot sips deepening to possessive gulps, all teeth and tongue. ]
[ He knows he's not going to be up for much in terms of foreplay or playfulness tonight. Even his patience has its limits. His heart already feels like a gong resonating through his body; he's vibrating all over for her. But despite it he can't help but treat himself to a little taste. ]
[ Sinking to his knees, he takes her in: dripping hair and flushed wet skin. Leans forward, and kisses one breast, then the other, weighing them in his hands. Worries the nipples with his teeth, a mixture of soft and hard bites. Dipping lower to bite her belly, he lags his tongue across her navel, then down further, fierce kisses pressed in a circle all around around her moist mons. ]
Korra -- [ One palm sliding to her lower-back, a steadying influence against the slippery skin, he nudges her thighs apart with the other, leaning in ] If I don't get you off in the next ten minutes, feel free to [ he mouths the words right along the vee of her thighs, at the seam where skin meets slick heat ] punch me. Or something. [ Which is, in itself, an unfamiliar offer. His usual mantra is I'm done. You have two hands to get yourself off by yourself. How deeply time can warp priorities. ]
[ Then, without ceremony, he leans in, mouth hot and open, licking a long wet stripe right up the length of her. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ Without warning he spins her to face him, crowding her back against the tiled wall. One thigh up between hers, pinning back her hands. Under the spray of hot needles, his hair is plastered to his face in inky vines, the steam bringing a flush to the rise of his cheeks. He presses himself tight against her, with urgent stirring motions. Kisses her; hot sips deepening to possessive gulps, all teeth and tongue. ]
[ He knows he's not going to be up for much in terms of foreplay or playfulness tonight. Even his patience has its limits. His heart already feels like a gong resonating through his body; he's vibrating all over for her. But despite it he can't help but treat himself to a little taste. ]
[ Sinking to his knees, he takes her in: dripping hair and flushed wet skin. Leans forward, and kisses one breast, then the other, weighing them in his hands. Worries the nipples with his teeth, a mixture of soft and hard bites. Dipping lower to bite her belly, he lags his tongue across her navel, then down further, fierce kisses pressed in a circle all around around her moist mons. ]
Korra -- [ One palm sliding to her lower-back, a steadying influence against the slippery skin, he nudges her thighs apart with the other, leaning in ] If I don't get you off in the next ten minutes, feel free to [ he mouths the words right along the vee of her thighs, at the seam where skin meets slick heat ] punch me. Or something. [ Which is, in itself, an unfamiliar offer. His usual mantra is I'm done. You have two hands to get yourself off by yourself. How deeply time can warp priorities. ]
[ Then, without ceremony, he leans in, mouth hot and open, licking a long wet stripe right up the length of her. ]