[ Adrenaline hums in his bones as Hei trades kisses back and forth that fringe on devouring but never quite reach there, like he's trying to focus on not being drowned out by the larger waves of impulse, to find that delicate strand of restraint again. When she presses against him, a note of want escapes with his next breath, sticky and rough around the edges. ]
[ She tugs at his shirt, and he draws back just a little, enough to shuck the material off, leaving it lying on the floor somewhere while he leans in again, licking a long stripe across the skin above Korra's chest-bindings. His hands, meanwhile, skim up her sides, focusing on finding the knot or clasp or whatever-it-is that undoes the swathes. But there's no haste or clumsiness to it. While the endgame is always his top priority, there's something almost roundabout -- affectionate? -- in the way he touches her. Mouth dusting kisses across her throat, the rounds of her shoulders, her arms; an almost tactile reassurance that he's pinning her down, but not boxing her in. ]
Re: Sunday! \^^/
[ She tugs at his shirt, and he draws back just a little, enough to shuck the material off, leaving it lying on the floor somewhere while he leans in again, licking a long stripe across the skin above Korra's chest-bindings. His hands, meanwhile, skim up her sides, focusing on finding the knot or clasp or whatever-it-is that undoes the swathes. But there's no haste or clumsiness to it. While the endgame is always his top priority, there's something almost roundabout -- affectionate? -- in the way he touches her. Mouth dusting kisses across her throat, the rounds of her shoulders, her arms; an almost tactile reassurance that he's pinning her down, but not boxing her in. ]