[ Hei makes a noise in the back of his throat as her hand closes around him, low and raspy and amused, something that he doesn't usually apply to many people. But the rhythm of her wet palm sends electric pulses of pleasure up and down his body's meridians, and the weight of her other hand on his inner-thigh -- a mass of nerve sensitivities -- affects him with a quiet shiver that arcs down his spine to every other point, a kind of fizz that lingers and doesn't let go. His breathing shifts with Korra's every stroke, and if that isn't enough to break the languid spell, then her sounds alone -- Fuck. ]
[ He molds both hands around her breasts, weighing them firmly, rubbing one nipple with his thumb while he bites and tongues at the other, pulling on it in an increase of wet suction that corresponds with how fast he's heating up. The sensations -- the impatience -- build and build; he feels that familiar burn at the base of his spine. A low hum accompanies the hard scrape of teeth along Korra's breast, Hei's hands dropping around her hips to hitch her just a little higher before he lets go. ]
Out of the tub, [ is all he says, just an exhale that somehow manages to sound forceful and sharp. ]
action;
[ He molds both hands around her breasts, weighing them firmly, rubbing one nipple with his thumb while he bites and tongues at the other, pulling on it in an increase of wet suction that corresponds with how fast he's heating up. The sensations -- the impatience -- build and build; he feels that familiar burn at the base of his spine. A low hum accompanies the hard scrape of teeth along Korra's breast, Hei's hands dropping around her hips to hitch her just a little higher before he lets go. ]
Out of the tub, [ is all he says, just an exhale that somehow manages to sound forceful and sharp. ]