[ That makes two of them. It's almost miraculous, that given his fossilized traumas, his fraught and fucked-up human relationships, his faulty emotional thermometer, the blood-drenched Battle Royale of his childhood, that he's managed to spark and click with someone so different, and that the connection has stretched across years and upheaval into something so solid and real. It astonishes him -- Korra astonishes him. She was never what he'd expected then, and she isn't what he expects now. ]
[ He enjoys it, that electric hum under his skin, because it's been decades since something has surprised him so rewardingly. ]
[ He tries to tell her that. With deep gulping kisses between ragged breaths, a soft fuck fuck fuck in his mind because he knows he's gasping her name into the humid space between their mouths. With the trembling strain of backed-up need as he gathers her close, his erection an entrapped roll of flesh that radiates a hot pulsing, skidding moistly across her skin with an imperfect friction that is both pleasure and pain. Hooking his arms under her knees, he draws her legs up high and tight around him. Angles their bodies, at once practiced and clumsy, so his prodding cockhead snags against the seeping red folds of her sex. ]
[ He doesn't break their kiss. Instead he slows it, letting it melt into something lingering, soft, his senses hooked for a moment by the hot sweetness of her mouth, the kindling rub of her breasts against his chest, the braided arms and legs and the way their skins stick and unstick -- sweat-hot, damp. ]
[ Then he can't think anymore. A slick nudge, a twitch of his hips -- and he's inside her. First an electric inch, a shaky retreat, and then a slippery stroke that seals his pubic bone against her, a full, juddering invasion of hard flesh as his groan vibrates raspily against her mouth. ]
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Date: 2014-12-14 04:50 am (UTC)[ He enjoys it, that electric hum under his skin, because it's been decades since something has surprised him so rewardingly. ]
[ He tries to tell her that. With deep gulping kisses between ragged breaths, a soft fuck fuck fuck in his mind because he knows he's gasping her name into the humid space between their mouths. With the trembling strain of backed-up need as he gathers her close, his erection an entrapped roll of flesh that radiates a hot pulsing, skidding moistly across her skin with an imperfect friction that is both pleasure and pain. Hooking his arms under her knees, he draws her legs up high and tight around him. Angles their bodies, at once practiced and clumsy, so his prodding cockhead snags against the seeping red folds of her sex. ]
[ He doesn't break their kiss. Instead he slows it, letting it melt into something lingering, soft, his senses hooked for a moment by the hot sweetness of her mouth, the kindling rub of her breasts against his chest, the braided arms and legs and the way their skins stick and unstick -- sweat-hot, damp. ]
[ Then he can't think anymore. A slick nudge, a twitch of his hips -- and he's inside her. First an electric inch, a shaky retreat, and then a slippery stroke that seals his pubic bone against her, a full, juddering invasion of hard flesh as his groan vibrates raspily against her mouth. ]