[ It's better that she doesn't say it. Good boy wouldn't go down too well with him. As it is his breath comes out sharp and strained, interspersed with quiet threads of sound. His hands flex in Korra's hair, strands tangling as his fingers flutter uselessly then dig in tight, like Hei needs something to hang on to or he'll fall off the edge of the world. It isn't the most fantastic or mindblowing blowjob but he loves how into it she seems, even if it's purely for the power-play. It's a double-edged power, after all. She may be in-control, like Delilah cutting Samson's hair, but experience has shown Hei that the one being serviced is usually the one who comes out on top. ]
[ Pun intended. ]
[ Of course all that is far from his mind right now. Forcibly, he stops himself from jerking. It's not an easy thing; it's actually near-impossible because he wants so very badly to thrust his hips up into the perfect wet of Korra's mouth. The scrape of her teeth on oversensitive skin sends bright colors corkscrewing behind his eyes. In other circumstances it'd be painful. But he's too aroused -- has too much sexual energy cathected into the act. It's all busy but glorious and there's a Fuck fuck fuck slipping in near-indecipherable streams from his lips before he tenses, squeezing a handful of her hair to exhale -- ]
Fuck me.
[ Most men would groan it. Hei almost croons it. Fuck me, not Let me fuck you, as if he's trying even now to inject a careful neutrality into the moment. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Pun intended. ]
[ Of course all that is far from his mind right now. Forcibly, he stops himself from jerking. It's not an easy thing; it's actually near-impossible because he wants so very badly to thrust his hips up into the perfect wet of Korra's mouth. The scrape of her teeth on oversensitive skin sends bright colors corkscrewing behind his eyes. In other circumstances it'd be painful. But he's too aroused -- has too much sexual energy cathected into the act. It's all busy but glorious and there's a Fuck fuck fuck slipping in near-indecipherable streams from his lips before he tenses, squeezing a handful of her hair to exhale -- ]
Fuck me.
[ Most men would groan it. Hei almost croons it. Fuck me, not Let me fuck you, as if he's trying even now to inject a careful neutrality into the moment. ]