[ All bodies are different. She shouldn't use his as a barometer for his entire sex. Not every man has the same loucheness -- or inhibitions -- that Hei has acquired. ]
[ It's hard to analyze while in the middle of things, true. Especially when his own pulse is a low, private hum, the sweetness of discovery stirring the hairs on his nape. But a part of his brain can't help it. It catches every single sound and movement: chops it up, replays it, memorizes it. Her hips buck, and he lets off a quiet soothing hum. Starfishes a hand across her hipbone, a silent bid to stay still. If this body operates on as short a fuse as Korra's girl-body, it's better to play it safe. Why let the games end too soon? ]
[ His free hand hand curls around her cock. Radiant and twitching in his cool palm. He hesitates, his gaze traversing over the hard plane of Korra's body to meet her face. There's amusement in his dark gaze, but a coin-bright flicker of warmth, too. He's no musician, but he's played his share of Silent Flutes. ]
[ Tucking his hair back behind his ears, Hei dips his head. Nuzzles Korra's cock, kissing the underside, and the sensitive glans. Feels the insistent pulse in it as he squeezes the base. She tastes salty on his lips, but not unpleasant. A breath, and then he presses a wet kiss just to the head, followed by a slow, kittenish lick. ]
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[ It's hard to analyze while in the middle of things, true. Especially when his own pulse is a low, private hum, the sweetness of discovery stirring the hairs on his nape. But a part of his brain can't help it. It catches every single sound and movement: chops it up, replays it, memorizes it. Her hips buck, and he lets off a quiet soothing hum. Starfishes a hand across her hipbone, a silent bid to stay still. If this body operates on as short a fuse as Korra's girl-body, it's better to play it safe. Why let the games end too soon? ]
[ His free hand hand curls around her cock. Radiant and twitching in his cool palm. He hesitates, his gaze traversing over the hard plane of Korra's body to meet her face. There's amusement in his dark gaze, but a coin-bright flicker of warmth, too. He's no musician, but he's played his share of Silent Flutes. ]
[ Tucking his hair back behind his ears, Hei dips his head. Nuzzles Korra's cock, kissing the underside, and the sensitive glans. Feels the insistent pulse in it as he squeezes the base. She tastes salty on his lips, but not unpleasant. A breath, and then he presses a wet kiss just to the head, followed by a slow, kittenish lick. ]