Reflexes getting rusty? [ His half-smile to Korra isn't beguiling so much as challenging. But it's more sincere as a consequence. At the end of the day, seduction is for marks and toys. Competition -- the rough and tumble -- is a requisite between playmates (not partners; he doesn't do those, even now). Skimming his hands down her sides, he presses her closer still, sealing all space between them. Makes a low purl in reply to her mumbled Jerk, his lips teasing hers, before his mouth widens into a kiss that's sudden and fierce, edging on filthy. ]
[ It's no longer the steam that's making his head swim and his breathing hitch. His hands sitting at her waist, he marvels at the smallness of it, the solidity of her body, before he runs his thumbs over her ribs, then higher, palms sliding along the warm skin of her breasts. Taking them in both hands, he presses them hard together. Breaks the kiss to dip his head and lick a hot zigzag between her nipples before tugging one into his mouth. ]
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[ It's no longer the steam that's making his head swim and his breathing hitch. His hands sitting at her waist, he marvels at the smallness of it, the solidity of her body, before he runs his thumbs over her ribs, then higher, palms sliding along the warm skin of her breasts. Taking them in both hands, he presses them hard together. Breaks the kiss to dip his head and lick a hot zigzag between her nipples before tugging one into his mouth. ]