[ If there's anything at all remarkable about Hei's kissing, he has Amber to thank for it. (He has Amber to thank for most things.) Tonight, it's less technique, more chemical fireworks. ]
[ It's rare that Korra ever disappoints him. Certainly not now. Dark flurries of sensation spread across his skin as she squirms closer. Her palm is a cool starfish against his cheekbone, her kisses a whole universe. The drug is still there, buzzing under his skin. It feels like every inch of him has an appetite of its own; yet there's a dizzy somnolence in his bloodstream. Inhaling against her mouth, Hei nudges her gently backwards. Stretches out alongside her body, until they touch at every point, even through the layers of clothing. The couch is plush and wide enough for them to lie side-by-side -- a purpose it was no doubt designed for. Slowly, so slowly, Hei deepens the kiss. Tiny little presses, growing firmer. Her mouth is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Traces of chocolate are still alive there. Parting his lips, he catches her tongue between gentle teeth, suckling. Breaks to taste every part of her face. Lips pressing to the curve of her cheeks, to her lids, the lashes fluttering, the whorls of her ears, then lower down, nibbling along the pretty jaw, to smooth arc of throat beneath. ]
[ He's not sure how long this carries on. His hands slide easily over clothes and skin; lips tracing and exploring. Time drifts sideways like an overladen basket floating downstream. The sound of his own breathing; the bubbling music; the slow drum beating inexorably in his own ears; sweet-slippery kisses and tangled legs and Korra-scented breaths -- that's all that matters. ]
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[ It's rare that Korra ever disappoints him. Certainly not now. Dark flurries of sensation spread across his skin as she squirms closer. Her palm is a cool starfish against his cheekbone, her kisses a whole universe. The drug is still there, buzzing under his skin. It feels like every inch of him has an appetite of its own; yet there's a dizzy somnolence in his bloodstream. Inhaling against her mouth, Hei nudges her gently backwards. Stretches out alongside her body, until they touch at every point, even through the layers of clothing. The couch is plush and wide enough for them to lie side-by-side -- a purpose it was no doubt designed for. Slowly, so slowly, Hei deepens the kiss. Tiny little presses, growing firmer. Her mouth is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Traces of chocolate are still alive there. Parting his lips, he catches her tongue between gentle teeth, suckling. Breaks to taste every part of her face. Lips pressing to the curve of her cheeks, to her lids, the lashes fluttering, the whorls of her ears, then lower down, nibbling along the pretty jaw, to smooth arc of throat beneath. ]
[ He's not sure how long this carries on. His hands slide easily over clothes and skin; lips tracing and exploring. Time drifts sideways like an overladen basket floating downstream. The sound of his own breathing; the bubbling music; the slow drum beating inexorably in his own ears; sweet-slippery kisses and tangled legs and Korra-scented breaths -- that's all that matters. ]