[ Hei's breath releases itself in a sharp hiss; he hasn't realized he's been holding it. He circles her closer, though they are already so close, enough that if he wants, he could reach beyond her to Mako. He has no intention of doing that, though; it already feels like too much intimacy to have Korra wedged between them. He can feel the boy's cock, through the thin membrane that separates them, a dull caress as the bulk of him slides in and out. ]
[ Yet Korra is hardly the flesh-stage upon which everything plays out. Her exquisite flutters, her warmth, send Hei's nerves tumbling into a shrill chorale, lighting them up bright as day, every heartbeat, every small movement, seeming to bring with it a salvo of sensation, heat, sheer starved bliss. ]
[ Panting, Hei grips her hip with bruising fingers. His other hand takes a fistful of her soft hair and clutches there for emphasis, holding her captive. Every detail of her visage is clear and vibrant -- the glinting whites of her eyes, the feathery curl of lashes on her eyelids, the gleam of sweat on her skin, the stray hairs falling across her forehead, damply gleaming. Such a flushed, tortured, delicious little face. ]
[ He doesn't kiss her. Keeps his gaze on her instead -- merciless, unblinking. Mapping the journey each sensation takes through her body. His rhythm is deep -- wet grinding thrusts that mash her clit against his pelvis. Sometimes matching Mako's cadence, sometimes taking a completely different one. Ignoring the obtrusive rub of the boy's balls and focused entirely on Korra's slicked inner-heat, her fluttering tremors. ]
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Date: 2014-10-31 11:50 pm (UTC)[ Yet Korra is hardly the flesh-stage upon which everything plays out. Her exquisite flutters, her warmth, send Hei's nerves tumbling into a shrill chorale, lighting them up bright as day, every heartbeat, every small movement, seeming to bring with it a salvo of sensation, heat, sheer starved bliss. ]
[ Panting, Hei grips her hip with bruising fingers. His other hand takes a fistful of her soft hair and clutches there for emphasis, holding her captive. Every detail of her visage is clear and vibrant -- the glinting whites of her eyes, the feathery curl of lashes on her eyelids, the gleam of sweat on her skin, the stray hairs falling across her forehead, damply gleaming. Such a flushed, tortured, delicious little face. ]
[ He doesn't kiss her. Keeps his gaze on her instead -- merciless, unblinking. Mapping the journey each sensation takes through her body. His rhythm is deep -- wet grinding thrusts that mash her clit against his pelvis. Sometimes matching Mako's cadence, sometimes taking a completely different one. Ignoring the obtrusive rub of the boy's balls and focused entirely on Korra's slicked inner-heat, her fluttering tremors. ]