[ Hei traces his lips across her skin, stirring in his own heat. Breathing ragged. Frustration rising. But even so, he sets aside a portion of awareness to Korra's reactions, to keeping his own touches lulling, careful. Because he does want this, and would rather not have it end with the lingering regret that it could've been better. Less a reconfirmation that he's incapable of one scrap of kindness. (As if it matters. A few nice kisses, a slow fuck, none of that erases the futility of what this is.) ]
[ He rubs his cheek along the warm skin between her breasts, teasing now with a hint of teeth. Sucks one nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. He pulls free with a slurping sound and leaves the nipple all shiny, with faint marks where his teeth have been. Then the same with the other. He's only ever been with two women who got off on having their breasts really worked on. Spurred by a kind of hungry curiosity, he shifts to thread one leg between hers, pressing against her as he keeps going -- teeth and lips and tongue and fingers, as if he's working on a puzzle that requires total concentration. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ He rubs his cheek along the warm skin between her breasts, teasing now with a hint of teeth. Sucks one nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. He pulls free with a slurping sound and leaves the nipple all shiny, with faint marks where his teeth have been. Then the same with the other. He's only ever been with two women who got off on having their breasts really worked on. Spurred by a kind of hungry curiosity, he shifts to thread one leg between hers, pressing against her as he keeps going -- teeth and lips and tongue and fingers, as if he's working on a puzzle that requires total concentration. ]