[ She's gotten so damn contrary. It resonates with all of Hei's past flings with Contractors -- with Amber. Always jockeying for the upper-hand, playing games meant to leave one playmate triumphant, the other drowned and dizzy. It should disquiet him, except all it does is exhilarate. It gives him less excuse to hold back, for one. He grabs Korra first by the wrist, then the hand, fingers twining around his erection. It's not a tender gesture but one of control, a checkmated force. Except he doesn't stop her. Instead he shows her how to pick up the pace, wrist twisting sharply on the upstroke -- a rhythm that's blurred-fast and brutal but which suits him best, water sloshing around them. ]
[ Bit by bit, he feels the edge encroaching. The tightness in his belly and lower down. His head going light. A low rumble vibrates in his throat, and he slides his free hand up Korra's back, (nails too short for too much bite, but fingertips still hard, enough to bruise, to leave red stripes across the smooth skin) to cup her skull, grabbing a fistful of hair. If his lungs were properly online at this junction, it might be to exhale a curse, but instead he just tips his head up to snag Korra's mouth. It's not like any of his other kisses: there's dark streaks of aggression and blood there, a silent promise of Oh you'll pay and pay and pay before his breath whooshes out and into Korra's mouth in as near to frantic as Hei ever gets -- a shivery bright-red crest. ]
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[ Bit by bit, he feels the edge encroaching. The tightness in his belly and lower down. His head going light. A low rumble vibrates in his throat, and he slides his free hand up Korra's back, (nails too short for too much bite, but fingertips still hard, enough to bruise, to leave red stripes across the smooth skin) to cup her skull, grabbing a fistful of hair. If his lungs were properly online at this junction, it might be to exhale a curse, but instead he just tips his head up to snag Korra's mouth. It's not like any of his other kisses: there's dark streaks of aggression and blood there, a silent promise of Oh you'll pay and pay and pay before his breath whooshes out and into Korra's mouth in as near to frantic as Hei ever gets -- a shivery bright-red crest. ]