[ It is nearly too much. Always precisely a hair short of too much. The sweet, tight liquidity of her. The scent of something spicy, almost coconutty, hiding where he nuzzles behind her ear, into her nape. The hot delicious squeeze of her -- arms and legs and where she's swallowed him into her: a wet needy congestion of two bodies seeking to occupy the same space. ]
[ He keeps her close, palms splayed on her shoulder blades. Inside her, his cock is locked in a recurring spasm, its vein beating like something live is trapped beneath the skin. But his rhythm is slow. A simple repetition of slick, subtle motions, small jerks, rolling grinds -- hips, cock, abdomen -- between deeper, harder movements, an exquisitely forced, almost painful effort caught between shared achievement and shared restraint. His hair is in his eyes, tangled with swathes of Korra's choppy strands, so he can't see, can only feel her -- a sparky-edged greed that strings tighter and tighter between each jittery breath, each gulping kiss. ]
[ A memory crackles at the edges of his mind. Of all the moments in the City when they'd fought, always at each others' throats. He'd been nearly as close to her then, just as intent, not for their pleasure but for her death. He'd never imagined then or any of the other times he'd battled her that they would ever come to this. ]
Do you remember ... ?
[ The words bubble out unbidden. He bites them off on a stifled gasp as he feels her flutter around him, burying his mouth against her neck, hoping she won't take it up. ]
[ Do you remember every fight we had? How different it was then? ]
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[ He keeps her close, palms splayed on her shoulder blades. Inside her, his cock is locked in a recurring spasm, its vein beating like something live is trapped beneath the skin. But his rhythm is slow. A simple repetition of slick, subtle motions, small jerks, rolling grinds -- hips, cock, abdomen -- between deeper, harder movements, an exquisitely forced, almost painful effort caught between shared achievement and shared restraint. His hair is in his eyes, tangled with swathes of Korra's choppy strands, so he can't see, can only feel her -- a sparky-edged greed that strings tighter and tighter between each jittery breath, each gulping kiss. ]
[ A memory crackles at the edges of his mind. Of all the moments in the City when they'd fought, always at each others' throats. He'd been nearly as close to her then, just as intent, not for their pleasure but for her death. He'd never imagined then or any of the other times he'd battled her that they would ever come to this. ]
Do you remember ... ?
[ The words bubble out unbidden. He bites them off on a stifled gasp as he feels her flutter around him, burying his mouth against her neck, hoping she won't take it up. ]
[ Do you remember every fight we had? How different it was then? ]