[ Perhaps it's the awareness of trauma -- more than any promises -- that has Hei taking time-outs in between this game: a series of stepping stones in water, instead of the usual propellant rush. Words don't mean much to him. Nor do bodies -- but he finds they're trickier when it comes to deception. There's often a kernel of honesty there. ]
[ His weight flattens Korra's down into the mattress, a pushier edge to his hips now. He shivers as his erection feels the smooth heat of her skin, pressed along her belly, from her pubic bone to her navel. The icy tickle of his open zipper conjures different memories for him -- not quite as sharp-toothed or threatening. It's a moment before he gets the message and obeys. Working the slacks down, he leaves them lying half inside-out as he reaches for the bedside drawer. His fingers are quick to find their target -- foil-wrapped one moment, uncovered the next. ]
[ Rolling the condom on, he nudges her legs apart with his knee and lets his weight settle gently on top of her -- slow, melting, like he's a heavy quilt poured over her. Not in the usual way, with his pelvis cradled in between her thighs -- but in reverse. With her legs close together and his thighs bracketing hers. Slowly, he rocks against her, the head of his erection nudging her slick seam, the head prodding her clit with each stroke. Teasing her without entering her, over and over, while his hands pin her wrists up over her head. A light restraint she can break easily. ]
[ His breathing is ragged now. His mouth almost touches hers, the warmth spreading over both their faces. ] Like this? [ This pace. This angle. This position. It could mean any number of things. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ His weight flattens Korra's down into the mattress, a pushier edge to his hips now. He shivers as his erection feels the smooth heat of her skin, pressed along her belly, from her pubic bone to her navel. The icy tickle of his open zipper conjures different memories for him -- not quite as sharp-toothed or threatening. It's a moment before he gets the message and obeys. Working the slacks down, he leaves them lying half inside-out as he reaches for the bedside drawer. His fingers are quick to find their target -- foil-wrapped one moment, uncovered the next. ]
[ Rolling the condom on, he nudges her legs apart with his knee and lets his weight settle gently on top of her -- slow, melting, like he's a heavy quilt poured over her. Not in the usual way, with his pelvis cradled in between her thighs -- but in reverse. With her legs close together and his thighs bracketing hers. Slowly, he rocks against her, the head of his erection nudging her slick seam, the head prodding her clit with each stroke. Teasing her without entering her, over and over, while his hands pin her wrists up over her head. A light restraint she can break easily. ]
[ His breathing is ragged now. His mouth almost touches hers, the warmth spreading over both their faces. ] Like this? [ This pace. This angle. This position. It could mean any number of things. ]