[ Bodies are a lot more complicated than Korra realizes. And sex and attraction, Hei is learning, is way more ambiguous than he's assumed. ]
[ He exhales a quiet laugh, as her tongue flickers across his fingers. Slowly, he slips two of them into her mouth. His thumb presses against the stubble on Korra's cheek, and he leans in, kisses her around his digits, sloppy and teasing. Then the warmth of her hand is skimming across his skin, and he twitches sharply. Almost jerks away. It catches him by surprise, because up until now he's catapulted himself into sensation -- blind and single-minded. Now that Korra's touching him, it isn't -- it doesn't feel like what he'd thought it would. He stays quiet and contained, only the furious blush on his face giving his disorientation away. ]
[ His hips rock involuntarily -- he's not sure if it's in approval or open rebellion. Forcibly, he reins in the stuttering movement. Takes Korra's hand in his, and shows her, after a moment of fumbling, how to slip two fingers into him, the web between thumb and pointer-finger against the slick bead of his clit. His breath catches in his throat, one hand sliding up to twist in Korra's thick fluffy hair as he squirms. It's almost uncomfortable, with how tight he is. But the tiny hot spasms of his sex, the burn and pressure of her fingers -- it all feels good. It grounds him, and when Hei dips his head to kiss Korra again, it's raw and honest, the self-possession dissolving like rice paper in rain. ]
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[ He exhales a quiet laugh, as her tongue flickers across his fingers. Slowly, he slips two of them into her mouth. His thumb presses against the stubble on Korra's cheek, and he leans in, kisses her around his digits, sloppy and teasing. Then the warmth of her hand is skimming across his skin, and he twitches sharply. Almost jerks away. It catches him by surprise, because up until now he's catapulted himself into sensation -- blind and single-minded. Now that Korra's touching him, it isn't -- it doesn't feel like what he'd thought it would. He stays quiet and contained, only the furious blush on his face giving his disorientation away. ]
[ His hips rock involuntarily -- he's not sure if it's in approval or open rebellion. Forcibly, he reins in the stuttering movement. Takes Korra's hand in his, and shows her, after a moment of fumbling, how to slip two fingers into him, the web between thumb and pointer-finger against the slick bead of his clit. His breath catches in his throat, one hand sliding up to twist in Korra's thick fluffy hair as he squirms. It's almost uncomfortable, with how tight he is. But the tiny hot spasms of his sex, the burn and pressure of her fingers -- it all feels good. It grounds him, and when Hei dips his head to kiss Korra again, it's raw and honest, the self-possession dissolving like rice paper in rain. ]