[ Hei isn't sure he'd take kindly to being compared to a Polar Bear Dog. ]
[ But as it is, there's little to complain about. Her cool lips on his skin are a balm, he feels so hot. When she tugs his shirt up, he disentangles from her only to yank the material up and off. It lands in the small pile with Korra's garments, halfway forgotten. He's already pressing close to her again, rubbing his head against her shoulder like a cat. He's not sure what it is about the drug. But it leaves him eager to be touched, anywhere. His mouth brushes her skin here and there, light and warm and soft and moist, and he shifts on top of her, makes himself heavy, but there's no urgency to that either; it's almost comfortingly visceral. Settling between her legs, he rubs against the juncture of her thighs, his erection hard and pulsing against the rough scratch of denim. ]
[ In the bright light, he can see the blue flecks of Korra's eyes, the pearly sheen of her teeth. Almost without thinking, he murmurs, ] So beautiful. [ The words are both gentle and peculiarly vacant, opaque to his own ears, but the rhythm and tones ripple and crest like water on a pond. It's more than likely he's slipped by default into either Mandarin or Portuguese. ]
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[ But as it is, there's little to complain about. Her cool lips on his skin are a balm, he feels so hot. When she tugs his shirt up, he disentangles from her only to yank the material up and off. It lands in the small pile with Korra's garments, halfway forgotten. He's already pressing close to her again, rubbing his head against her shoulder like a cat. He's not sure what it is about the drug. But it leaves him eager to be touched, anywhere. His mouth brushes her skin here and there, light and warm and soft and moist, and he shifts on top of her, makes himself heavy, but there's no urgency to that either; it's almost comfortingly visceral. Settling between her legs, he rubs against the juncture of her thighs, his erection hard and pulsing against the rough scratch of denim. ]
[ In the bright light, he can see the blue flecks of Korra's eyes, the pearly sheen of her teeth. Almost without thinking, he murmurs, ] So beautiful. [ The words are both gentle and peculiarly vacant, opaque to his own ears, but the rhythm and tones ripple and crest like water on a pond. It's more than likely he's slipped by default into either Mandarin or Portuguese. ]