[ Message blatantly, deliciously received. With a shoulder-tremor and a curl of breath, Hei twists his hips, his spine going lead-melty, sinking his weight down and opening Korra's body wide as his movements grow more confident, more smooth. One hand stays clasped to her skull, fingers threaded in her damp hair, a tight fistful as she rolls her head feverishly across the mattress. The other hand grasps her right thigh, his fingers biting into her softness, angling her so everything sinks, slides, smoothes into place. ]
Hnnn.
[ He's sunk completely into her now, a deep and fluid circling. Each time he withdraws it feels almost like her pussy clings to his shaft, a hot rippling clutch from root to tip. When he reverses and strokes into her again -- sinking in deep, with a side-to-side wriggle to grind against her clit -- his own hips stutter, attention spiraling inwards, downwards, to the liquid thud of pulse in his cock. His balls are crawling, and a drop of sweat makes its way down the small of his back, a ghost finger tracing the spine. His orgasm starts to hum low down in his guts. ]
[ Teeth gritted, he forces it away. In this precarious position, he isn't sure how to pace himself perfectly, or hit the proper angles to keep her simmering until she begs. But he's determined to draw this out as long as he can -- because he's amazed by the helpless cries he's wringing from her. Amazed by the way it makes something like a light-switch snap on inside his skull, so he comes to and feels what he's doing with every shocked, electrified cell of his body -- instead of just coasting blankly, far far away from the sensations that ripple through him. ]
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Hnnn.
[ He's sunk completely into her now, a deep and fluid circling. Each time he withdraws it feels almost like her pussy clings to his shaft, a hot rippling clutch from root to tip. When he reverses and strokes into her again -- sinking in deep, with a side-to-side wriggle to grind against her clit -- his own hips stutter, attention spiraling inwards, downwards, to the liquid thud of pulse in his cock. His balls are crawling, and a drop of sweat makes its way down the small of his back, a ghost finger tracing the spine. His orgasm starts to hum low down in his guts. ]
[ Teeth gritted, he forces it away. In this precarious position, he isn't sure how to pace himself perfectly, or hit the proper angles to keep her simmering until she begs. But he's determined to draw this out as long as he can -- because he's amazed by the helpless cries he's wringing from her. Amazed by the way it makes something like a light-switch snap on inside his skull, so he comes to and feels what he's doing with every shocked, electrified cell of his body -- instead of just coasting blankly, far far away from the sensations that ripple through him. ]