action;

[ What she sees will be Hei, miles away, eyes closed and mouth half-parted, the dark arch of his neck punctuated by the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows. Quiet little noises barely make it past his lips; Korra's mouth feels molten, swirling and tickling him as she bobs up and down the length of his erection. With every downstroke, he almost melts, breathing thready as his whole body seems to open up, to soften and sink like a strip of warm taffy -- only to tense into a long strained arch when she slides back up. Head lolling against the pillows, Hei hisses curses under his breath, his fingers tangled in her hair like reins now, gathering it back to admire the sight of her full-mouthed face. ]

Good. That's so good, [ A quiet moan that's also an order. ] Harder.