[ Hei reads the signals clearly, even through the drugging timbre of sensations that judder through him. It is a lose-yourself upspiraling -- the slick fluttering squeeze of her, how his own body is so oversensitized he's aware of the cool texture of the sheets, the hot rub of Korra's thighs and arms ribboned around him, the sheen of sweat across her breasts and running down between their pressed bellies. An overload of hazy heat dropping over his vision, yet so slow and deep, shaking him to the core. ]
[ Gathering his breath, he props himself up on trembling elbows. Kisses the hair scattered damply across Korra's face, ruffled by his breath, before nuzzling his nose against hers, a moment of piquant sweetness. When he starts to rock, it's gentle -- a fluid circling of his hips, slow pushes and deep pressure. Between their bodies, across the expanse of bare skin, between her raised knees, he watches himself sink into her. Feeds himself into the red mess of her sex, swollen and seeping, streaking his cock with blood each time he pulls partways out of her. ]
[ It should be strange -- the awkward spectacle of copulation turned into artful butchery. But it's not her blood he's interested in. It's her. Being steeped in her, breathing in the pungency of her scent, loving the smooth fit of their bodies, the dueling pulse of their stymied pleasure. ]
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[ Gathering his breath, he props himself up on trembling elbows. Kisses the hair scattered damply across Korra's face, ruffled by his breath, before nuzzling his nose against hers, a moment of piquant sweetness. When he starts to rock, it's gentle -- a fluid circling of his hips, slow pushes and deep pressure. Between their bodies, across the expanse of bare skin, between her raised knees, he watches himself sink into her. Feeds himself into the red mess of her sex, swollen and seeping, streaking his cock with blood each time he pulls partways out of her. ]
[ It should be strange -- the awkward spectacle of copulation turned into artful butchery. But it's not her blood he's interested in. It's her. Being steeped in her, breathing in the pungency of her scent, loving the smooth fit of their bodies, the dueling pulse of their stymied pleasure. ]