[ Hei can feel Korra's tears sliding between their fused mouths, shockingly hot and salty. Her sobs, melting, gorgeously musical, feed a thick, strangling sensation in his chest, beyond sadness or coherent feeling. Don't cry, he wants to tell her. Except his own throat feels so tight, and his vision swims even though his eyes are bone-dry, a depthless drywell of tears. ]
[ Helpless, he can only rock against her, a rapid and unexpected series of spasms in his hips and belly, a pulse of warmth, his mind a whorling blur of fuck, fuck, fuck, while Korra's whole body seems to grip his, craving what it wants, striving for it, sucking him slickly in. The sight of her, skin mottled, head thrown back, breasts pushed forward and high splotches of color on her cheeks beneath the dark half-moons of her lashes, gummed into dark spikes because she's crying, her whole body a trapped yet exultant physical ululation -- all of it shoves him abruptly, irresistibly into climax. He feels a strangled groan drag out of him. Clings to Korra, buried impossibly deep, and, however strange it feels, being tossed from one dimension to the next ... he is home. ]
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[ Helpless, he can only rock against her, a rapid and unexpected series of spasms in his hips and belly, a pulse of warmth, his mind a whorling blur of fuck, fuck, fuck, while Korra's whole body seems to grip his, craving what it wants, striving for it, sucking him slickly in. The sight of her, skin mottled, head thrown back, breasts pushed forward and high splotches of color on her cheeks beneath the dark half-moons of her lashes, gummed into dark spikes because she's crying, her whole body a trapped yet exultant physical ululation -- all of it shoves him abruptly, irresistibly into climax. He feels a strangled groan drag out of him. Clings to Korra, buried impossibly deep, and, however strange it feels, being tossed from one dimension to the next ... he is home. ]