[ Hei's eyelids flutter half-shut. He absorbs those kisses, the way she tugs his hair, as a barometer for what she wants. Hardness and softness, the two ends of the pleasure spectrum. His lips quirk in an almost-smile as her lips skim his neck, right beneath the ear in that sensitive place that goes straight to his groin. He shivers, angling his throat to grant her better access. All they've done is kiss so far, yet there's a need so intense that he can't feel his arms and legs; his body seems to be one big thubbing heart. ]
[ At her request, he obliges, both hands sliding down the curve of her rear before her hauls her up, not without warning but not with any particular delicacy either, letting her legs sling around his waist as he carries her toward the cooler shade of his bedroom. The unmade bed, zebra-striped by the light and shadows of the blinds, smells of faded detergent and sleep and little else. He spills Korra across the edge to a creak of bedsprings, and, with his arms still pinned under her, pitches forward to press his mouth to hers in hard breathless kisses. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ At her request, he obliges, both hands sliding down the curve of her rear before her hauls her up, not without warning but not with any particular delicacy either, letting her legs sling around his waist as he carries her toward the cooler shade of his bedroom. The unmade bed, zebra-striped by the light and shadows of the blinds, smells of faded detergent and sleep and little else. He spills Korra across the edge to a creak of bedsprings, and, with his arms still pinned under her, pitches forward to press his mouth to hers in hard breathless kisses. ]