[ Hei surges and ripples as she moves, a tense wall of muscle against her, a slow throb of bloodrush inside her. So much throttled reassurance in her kisses; he feeds on it with a dizzy gratitude, his mouth grinding against hers until he can feel her teeth cut the inside of his lip. Breaks on a jittery gasp, forehead rolling against hers, only to resume the kiss again, too needy to be gentle. He's not sure when fear and insecurity will pull the safety pin on his temper again, make it start to tick. But right now he doesn't care. The heat of her cuts through everything like a pure-white knife. Yet her tenderness is a balm, soothing that bitter ache inside him. ]
[ Fingers dimpling the yeilding skin of her hips, leaving bloodless half-moons across her waist, her ass, he lets her ride him. Each swivel of her body is delicious, tortuous. His vocalizations against her mouth are a filthy hitch-and-skip: humming in wordless pleasure, softly, barely audible, like a club-mix where the bass thumps beneath the synth, then with increasing urgency. The way she moves feels like a song, too: she has bluesy jazz, she has rock-and-roll. ]
[ And he has about fifty fucking seconds. ]
Korra...
[ The words are like the rasp of a blade across a strop. Plea, praise, warning -- all in one. ]
no subject
[ Fingers dimpling the yeilding skin of her hips, leaving bloodless half-moons across her waist, her ass, he lets her ride him. Each swivel of her body is delicious, tortuous. His vocalizations against her mouth are a filthy hitch-and-skip: humming in wordless pleasure, softly, barely audible, like a club-mix where the bass thumps beneath the synth, then with increasing urgency. The way she moves feels like a song, too: she has bluesy jazz, she has rock-and-roll. ]
[ And he has about fifty fucking seconds. ]
Korra...
[ The words are like the rasp of a blade across a strop. Plea, praise, warning -- all in one. ]