[ Between the press of teeth into his lower-lip and quiet little exhales, Hei doesn't look away, his forehead pressing against the curve of Korra's neck and shoulder. His hand wraps around hers -- he drags it away on a brief pause to lick her palm and provide a fraction more of slickness before resuming with a firmer grip. Lips against her throat, printing sticky kisses, he says, ]
I had green tea jelly in mind. But...
[ But if she's in the mood for something else, he's hardly one to complain. ]
Sunday! \^^/
I had green tea jelly in mind. But...
[ But if she's in the mood for something else, he's hardly one to complain. ]