[ For once Hei isn't thinking that far ahead. The moment wraps him up in a warm contented cocoon -- enough to hedge in his default urge to chart out the next series of steps. Each time she rocks forward, against appreciated angles, he responds, moving his hips in a figure eight motion, stomach grinding stomach with a slick and rhythmic friction. Slow and steady -- never his usual way where these encounters are concerned. But then, girls like Korra aren't his usual preference either. Being with her is an exception that proves an otherwise ironclad rule -- and, in turn, requires an equally exceptional patience on his part. ]
[ The noises he exhales are muted as always -- raspy and syncopated between breaths coming in jittery intervals. Kneading her breasts, plumping them high, he lets the nipples catch between pinching fingers, then, as he leans forward, biting teeth. Clear sweat beads along her skin like grape-clustered stars -- he laps at it, letting his tongue explore the hollow at the base of her throat, feeling her pulse beat there. ]
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[ The noises he exhales are muted as always -- raspy and syncopated between breaths coming in jittery intervals. Kneading her breasts, plumping them high, he lets the nipples catch between pinching fingers, then, as he leans forward, biting teeth. Clear sweat beads along her skin like grape-clustered stars -- he laps at it, letting his tongue explore the hollow at the base of her throat, feeling her pulse beat there. ]