[ He's not comfortable -- not entirely. There's still a small cold worm of anxiety nestled at the base of his skull. But Hei's too well-trained in mimicry, in acting, in going with the flow -- or at least pretending to. His method to get by is just that: method. The trick, he knows, is to compartmentalize. Turn his mind into something dichotomous -- amorphous -- so his head is weighed down by the rush of sensation, while at the same time it is a balloon, bobbing along the ceiling, waiting for him to get past the hitches he's irrationally dreading, and then once that is done, allow him to slow his mind all down again, and enjoy this. ]
[ The stubble on Korra's face feels mildly abrasive. A mix of sandpaper and velvet against his smoother skin. She wraps her thick arms around him, and the fit is different. Unfamiliar, but still cozy. That enveloping sense of possession he gets when he gathers her in is reversed. No matter. He lets his lips curl, kisses her -- wet and sweet -- before employing a neat twist-and-push to slowly roll them over. So Korra's flat on her back against the mattress. So his dark hair falls like a shadowy veil around them, grazing her jaw, as his hands roam free over the unfamiliar planes of her chest. ]
[ His eyes burn dark-hot and his lips are slightly parted, his breaths steady but a degree sharper than usual. It's not want, but it's close enough. ]
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[ The stubble on Korra's face feels mildly abrasive. A mix of sandpaper and velvet against his smoother skin. She wraps her thick arms around him, and the fit is different. Unfamiliar, but still cozy. That enveloping sense of possession he gets when he gathers her in is reversed. No matter. He lets his lips curl, kisses her -- wet and sweet -- before employing a neat twist-and-push to slowly roll them over. So Korra's flat on her back against the mattress. So his dark hair falls like a shadowy veil around them, grazing her jaw, as his hands roam free over the unfamiliar planes of her chest. ]
[ His eyes burn dark-hot and his lips are slightly parted, his breaths steady but a degree sharper than usual. It's not want, but it's close enough. ]
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