[ Being compared to someone with white fur on 99% of their body? Not the best of compliments. ]
[ The heat beneath Hei's skin grows almost uncomfortable, but there's one hell of a pleasant buzz in his head. Her fingers feel like spiders creeping through his hair, skittering across his scalp. A hard shudder rakes down his spine; he's not sure if it's the contrast of hot-and-cold, the drug triggering twitches in his muscles, or the way Korra rubs against him, the warmth of her rising up into him. Her lips leave cool trails of moisture on his skin, and he enjoys the sensation for a moment, before his fingers catch her chin, tipping her face up again, redirecting her efforts back to his mouth. More languid, stickysweet kisses. Her lips are warm, moist cushions and he sinks into them, gathering Korra closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Time seems to distort, standing still yet stretching the boneless lassitude of the moment to suit its own purposes. Hei kisses her for what seems like hours, long enough until his body radiates a greedy heat, despite the slight chill of the air. ]
[ Interposing a hand between them, he reaches for her zipper. The metal buzzes and sings in his ears -- a metallic wasp -- as Hei drags it down and slips his hand between denim and skin. Cupping her between her legs, he moulds his fingers along her sex. Tracing the moist seam of her, teasing the hairs, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit. ]
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[ The heat beneath Hei's skin grows almost uncomfortable, but there's one hell of a pleasant buzz in his head. Her fingers feel like spiders creeping through his hair, skittering across his scalp. A hard shudder rakes down his spine; he's not sure if it's the contrast of hot-and-cold, the drug triggering twitches in his muscles, or the way Korra rubs against him, the warmth of her rising up into him. Her lips leave cool trails of moisture on his skin, and he enjoys the sensation for a moment, before his fingers catch her chin, tipping her face up again, redirecting her efforts back to his mouth. More languid, stickysweet kisses. Her lips are warm, moist cushions and he sinks into them, gathering Korra closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Time seems to distort, standing still yet stretching the boneless lassitude of the moment to suit its own purposes. Hei kisses her for what seems like hours, long enough until his body radiates a greedy heat, despite the slight chill of the air. ]
[ Interposing a hand between them, he reaches for her zipper. The metal buzzes and sings in his ears -- a metallic wasp -- as Hei drags it down and slips his hand between denim and skin. Cupping her between her legs, he moulds his fingers along her sex. Tracing the moist seam of her, teasing the hairs, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit. ]