[ Korra can't see Hei's expression, but his gaze is half-lidded, a languid yet ravenous glint to it. He can feel the heat and tremors of urgency building underneath Korra's skin. Her hands tugging at his hair send red dots marching behind his eyes and shivers corkscrewing down his spine. For a moment he's tempted to let her go. But the noises she's making, the dizzy, giddy, helpless look on her face ... it all proves too irresistible. Keeping her breasts in his cupped hands, he lifts them, squeezes them hard together, his hungry mouth latching onto her nipples. Feeding on then greedily, drawing in hard biting tugs as his tongue stabs at the springy points of each nipple. His panting breaths -- how can he be panting already? -- are humid against Korra's damp skin, and when he lets her nipples go, at long last, they're shiny and swollen from his mouth. (Like she's been devoured half to death, like she's been bitten raw.) ]
[ His weight is half-off her, half sprawled against her now. Knee nudging up between her legs, granting her a moments rough friction, before he parts her thighs wider. Lips against her sternum, fingers still loosely splayed around her breasts, he murmurs, ]
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[ His weight is half-off her, half sprawled against her now. Knee nudging up between her legs, granting her a moments rough friction, before he parts her thighs wider. Lips against her sternum, fingers still loosely splayed around her breasts, he murmurs, ]
Still with me?