[ The way she stirs under him, it's as if she can't make herself wait: already lifting her tailbone and pushing back. Dizzy, Hei finally gets enough of a seat, the first few electric inches of his cock sinking in deeper, his hips straining forward helplessly. His breathing hacks out as if he's been hit: the sound of Korra's jittery inhale-exhales feeds a shiver from his hairline to his toes. Slowly, he rocks closer, and his cock glides deeper in a heated rush that makes his eyes drift half-shut with a quiet purl of satisfaction. The heat of her is tight and slippery-rough and unspeakably luscious. Gripping her by both her hips, he bears forward -- piercing her, sliding in, buried balls-deep. ]
[ Fuck. ]
[ For a moment, he breathes slowly. Gathers himself, flattening the tremors that almost had him. Keeping his brutal grip on her hips, he angles her ass lewdly high, until she's on her elbows and knees, his body curled tightly over and around hers. Two short sloppy strokes, almost experimental -- and then he gets a rhythm going, not cruel, but by no means tender. He enters with driving, powerful strokes, the full length of his cock filling that hot channel, each motion a percussive jolt of pleasure that makes his brain reel. ]
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[ Fuck. ]
[ For a moment, he breathes slowly. Gathers himself, flattening the tremors that almost had him. Keeping his brutal grip on her hips, he angles her ass lewdly high, until she's on her elbows and knees, his body curled tightly over and around hers. Two short sloppy strokes, almost experimental -- and then he gets a rhythm going, not cruel, but by no means tender. He enters with driving, powerful strokes, the full length of his cock filling that hot channel, each motion a percussive jolt of pleasure that makes his brain reel. ]