[ It's never easy for Hei. He's rarely let himself have this, this raw honesty that's not a simulation or an outright lie. He'd long since abandoned the idea of an authentic connection with another human being; now that he has it, he realizes he's never anticipated how many delicate nerve-clusters it can contain, how it can stretch and reshape itself from moment to moment like a mobius strip, an ever-changing facet and form and texture. His imaginings -- wistful, cynical, lonely -- were too stagnant, too one-sided, to encompass this dizzying reality. ]
[ He can't quite convince himself he deserves it. Scratch that. He knows he doesn't deserve it. Having it means needing to determine just how far off the beam he's drifted. Feeling like he's psychologically dangling in mid-air like some cartoon coyote, ready at any moment to fall. And fall hard. ]
[ (Except he's already fallen, hasn't he?) ]
[ Breath unsnaps itself from his throat in a rough noise as Korra takes his erection in her fingers, guiding it toward the slick seam of her. The head of his cock disappears into her with a whispery-wet sound -- so deliciously obscene. Suddenly, his capacity for similes dissolves. Each new nerve ending that touches her, feels her giving way exquisitely as she sinks down on him, tells its own story. Gasping, he sits up, his arms coming around her to keep her close. His hips tremble, straining to shove full-length -- and then he does. ]
[ All caution abandoned: one fluid snap so he's rooted in her, their damp curls crushed together, his mouth exacting hard sucking kisses from her mouth, as if to draw all breath and sound out of her. ]
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[ He can't quite convince himself he deserves it. Scratch that. He knows he doesn't deserve it. Having it means needing to determine just how far off the beam he's drifted. Feeling like he's psychologically dangling in mid-air like some cartoon coyote, ready at any moment to fall. And fall hard. ]
[ (Except he's already fallen, hasn't he?) ]
[ Breath unsnaps itself from his throat in a rough noise as Korra takes his erection in her fingers, guiding it toward the slick seam of her. The head of his cock disappears into her with a whispery-wet sound -- so deliciously obscene. Suddenly, his capacity for similes dissolves. Each new nerve ending that touches her, feels her giving way exquisitely as she sinks down on him, tells its own story. Gasping, he sits up, his arms coming around her to keep her close. His hips tremble, straining to shove full-length -- and then he does. ]
[ All caution abandoned: one fluid snap so he's rooted in her, their damp curls crushed together, his mouth exacting hard sucking kisses from her mouth, as if to draw all breath and sound out of her. ]