[ He'd snort if she called it a magic wand. Sex is just immediate gratification -- for him, and for most others, despite a human propensity to glorify and glamorize it. But there's a warmth -- not necessarily literal -- about Korra that Hei can no longer generate himself. The mechanics of the act are humdrum, regardless of who you're with, but the little things she does (the way she kisses him, the scratch of her nails because she knows he likes it) can't be replicated elsewhere. ]
[ (Although as with anything, substitutions and surrogates are always there for the asking.) ]
[ The low noise that escapes Hei, between a groan and a sigh, encompasses every kind of blissed-out tension. Slotting his hips against hers, he slips his arms under her shoulders, trapping her head in both hands. Covers her lips in a kiss like a freefall -- his tongue chasing every corner of her mouth as if to find the key for perfect control. He's so turned on, he can finish in a few minutes of hard fast fucking. But he wants to draw this out, take his time with her. ]
[ Eventually his hands slide down to fit across her hips, then lower. Splaying over the curve of her backside and squeezing it greedily, before pressing her closer to him. His breathing comes heavy, all sharp exhales and low strips of noise as he rocks against her, slow and teasing, filling her up. A languid rhythm, that stops sometimes all together, letting her experience the weight of him, the pressure of his pelvic bone against her clit, all the while trying to cool the recurrent greed fizzling up and down his spine. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ (Although as with anything, substitutions and surrogates are always there for the asking.) ]
[ The low noise that escapes Hei, between a groan and a sigh, encompasses every kind of blissed-out tension. Slotting his hips against hers, he slips his arms under her shoulders, trapping her head in both hands. Covers her lips in a kiss like a freefall -- his tongue chasing every corner of her mouth as if to find the key for perfect control. He's so turned on, he can finish in a few minutes of hard fast fucking. But he wants to draw this out, take his time with her. ]
[ Eventually his hands slide down to fit across her hips, then lower. Splaying over the curve of her backside and squeezing it greedily, before pressing her closer to him. His breathing comes heavy, all sharp exhales and low strips of noise as he rocks against her, slow and teasing, filling her up. A languid rhythm, that stops sometimes all together, letting her experience the weight of him, the pressure of his pelvic bone against her clit, all the while trying to cool the recurrent greed fizzling up and down his spine. ]