[ Hei is absolutely silent, except for the occasional throaty Hmm. When she sucks, her teeth a light scrape across the sensitive head, he expels a fractured breath into in the cool air. One hand grips the futon; the other touches Korra with fingers spread wide, sliding down the tangled expanse of her hair, palm settling at her nape, exerting a slight but unmistakable pressure. Just the heat and humidity of her mouth makes him twitch. She isn't expert at this, but she is very, very enthusiastic. Maybe one of these days, when he's got a better grip on his self-control, he'll show her a calculated mapwork of all the sensitive spots, from root to tip. Show her how to best exploit each different sensation, from the tongue-tip to the roof of the mouth to teeth and throat. ]
[ Instead, he stirs his hips slowly, even as he pushes Korra's delightful mouth further down onto himself, until the head of his cock brushes against the back of her palate. He could nudge harder, but he swallows dryly and restrains himself, letting her meet him the rest of the way. Giving her the option to snatch control back if she wants. ]
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[ Instead, he stirs his hips slowly, even as he pushes Korra's delightful mouth further down onto himself, until the head of his cock brushes against the back of her palate. He could nudge harder, but he swallows dryly and restrains himself, letting her meet him the rest of the way. Giving her the option to snatch control back if she wants. ]