[ The bite of her nails pushes a low hum out of Hei, bit off midway into the kiss. His skin prickles, a hot shiver working its way up his spine. The pain adds a sharper edge to everything, makes each sensation that much more vivid and wonderful, and he absorbs as much of that as he can, the better to ground himself, to stay in the moment instead of barrelling ahead. His own hands splay across Korra's waist, then lower down, pads of fingers digging into her rear; they halt at the unexpected break, then squeeze tight because-- ]
[ For fuck's sake. ]
[ Who cares about her boss? He bites in the urge to say that out loud. He can see the man from the corner of his eye. Casually, Hei presses closer to the fence, half the view obscured by the folds of his long coat. Their location is hardly ideal, but it's better than what he's usually used to, especially in Heaven's War. Better than medical bays and ruined campsides and post-kill fucks in char and blood with corpses barely a few feet away. ]
[ There's a rush of chilled air as she unbuttons his jeans to take him in her hand. His breath catches in the middle of a harsh noise that's gasped into her hair, and there's a momentary embarrassment at how eagerly his erection jerks at such simple contact.The temperature of her palm is cool; a sweet contrast to the heat of his skin. There's a restlessness, a movement, building in his hips, in his whole body, but he reigns it in. ]
[ So long as Korra finishes the job, he's willing to stand there. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ For fuck's sake. ]
[ Who cares about her boss? He bites in the urge to say that out loud. He can see the man from the corner of his eye. Casually, Hei presses closer to the fence, half the view obscured by the folds of his long coat. Their location is hardly ideal, but it's better than what he's usually used to, especially in Heaven's War. Better than medical bays and ruined campsides and post-kill fucks in char and blood with corpses barely a few feet away. ]
[ There's a rush of chilled air as she unbuttons his jeans to take him in her hand. His breath catches in the middle of a harsh noise that's gasped into her hair, and there's a momentary embarrassment at how eagerly his erection jerks at such simple contact.The temperature of her palm is cool; a sweet contrast to the heat of his skin. There's a restlessness, a movement, building in his hips, in his whole body, but he reigns it in. ]
[ So long as Korra finishes the job, he's willing to stand there. ]