[ His smile twitches wider when Korra sticks her tongue out, a pink bullseye in the center of her pretty mouth. ]
[ There's a gnawing impulse to lean in and kiss that look off her face. But. Rules are rules. While Hei's rarely abided by them, he senses that breaking them would ruin any sense of fairness -- real or imagined. She wants to play. For once he's in the mood to indulge. He doesn't bother to assist in her determined removal of his clothes. But he cooperates where he can, angling his feet so she gets the boots off easier, lifting his hips as she drags his pants down, leaving her at the end of long legs -- the knees slightly bumpy, a tracery of scars here and there. His erection curves at an angle against his belly, the tip already wet. In the bright lights, it feels almost like a jut of machinery on display. It's surreal and a little disorienting; he blames it on the drug, his skin pebbling in the coolish air. ]
[ Resuming his incline against the couch, hands splayed at his sides, he tips his chin to regard Korra -- a mild, questioning expression on his face. Everything about his body suggests a contained energy, sharp angles and precise lines. Lines that are somehow tangled with Korra's, tugging at something deep inside him, as if he's been built to correspond. ]
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[ There's a gnawing impulse to lean in and kiss that look off her face. But. Rules are rules. While Hei's rarely abided by them, he senses that breaking them would ruin any sense of fairness -- real or imagined. She wants to play. For once he's in the mood to indulge. He doesn't bother to assist in her determined removal of his clothes. But he cooperates where he can, angling his feet so she gets the boots off easier, lifting his hips as she drags his pants down, leaving her at the end of long legs -- the knees slightly bumpy, a tracery of scars here and there. His erection curves at an angle against his belly, the tip already wet. In the bright lights, it feels almost like a jut of machinery on display. It's surreal and a little disorienting; he blames it on the drug, his skin pebbling in the coolish air. ]
[ Resuming his incline against the couch, hands splayed at his sides, he tips his chin to regard Korra -- a mild, questioning expression on his face. Everything about his body suggests a contained energy, sharp angles and precise lines. Lines that are somehow tangled with Korra's, tugging at something deep inside him, as if he's been built to correspond. ]