[ There should be a familiar anonymity in the darkness. Should turn Korra into a fragrant rumpled shape, barely distinguishable from shadows -- just like in the old days. It shouldn't matter what she does or says; Hei can just get what he needs. Because he needs this fucking, this sweet, sinuous female body in his arms, so much. ]
[ Except it's not that simple. The blackness is too vivid with the past. Korra's every motion sparks nostalgia behind his eyes. A shock to the core. Memory made flesh. ]
[ She folds herself around him, the tangled dark bloom of her hair tickling his jaw, and it feels like she's bursting with some titillating secret -- the way she won't kiss him, look at him. Hei's throat feels tight, and he knows he is scared, on some level. Because this messy interlude won't change anything between them. Won't undo his own selfish betrayal. But it's hard to swallow that reflexive lump of denial -- that irrational hope that maybe... maybe if he tries hard enough... ]
[ Stop it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubs the heavy fistful of his cock across her belly. Kisses her ear, her jaw, the damp heap of her hair, while his two fingers determinedly work deeper and deeper into that tight pucker -- sinking in to the knuckle, resting, then probing deeper, until he's got her cored like an apple. He's never considered himself an obsessive-compulsive sex maniac. But with Korra, it's as if he's always driven to discover how close he can get to the threshold of both self-denial and cruelty without triggering a mutual brain-fry. ]
[ Luckily, Korra never seems to mind his frequent and consistent string of failures. ]
[ When he's judged she's ready -- more-than-ready? -- he carefully tips her thighs up and back, letting her legs fall wide open as he kneels up, the better to watch her. Rough fingers part the cheeks of her ass but give no further preliminary as the head of his cock presses in. She is hot and fluttery and perfect and he stirs his hips, drilling into that tightly muscled hole and opening it up with slick, controlled stabs. Deep, deep, deeper -- while his thighs shake and his balls tighten. ]
[ Halfway inside her, he stills. Lets off a small but expressive whoosh of breath, like puffed steam escaping a kettle on the boil. ]
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Date: 2015-07-24 02:08 am (UTC)[ Except it's not that simple. The blackness is too vivid with the past. Korra's every motion sparks nostalgia behind his eyes. A shock to the core. Memory made flesh. ]
[ She folds herself around him, the tangled dark bloom of her hair tickling his jaw, and it feels like she's bursting with some titillating secret -- the way she won't kiss him, look at him. Hei's throat feels tight, and he knows he is scared, on some level. Because this messy interlude won't change anything between them. Won't undo his own selfish betrayal. But it's hard to swallow that reflexive lump of denial -- that irrational hope that maybe... maybe if he tries hard enough... ]
[ Stop it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubs the heavy fistful of his cock across her belly. Kisses her ear, her jaw, the damp heap of her hair, while his two fingers determinedly work deeper and deeper into that tight pucker -- sinking in to the knuckle, resting, then probing deeper, until he's got her cored like an apple. He's never considered himself an obsessive-compulsive sex maniac. But with Korra, it's as if he's always driven to discover how close he can get to the threshold of both self-denial and cruelty without triggering a mutual brain-fry. ]
[ Luckily, Korra never seems to mind his frequent and consistent string of failures. ]
[ When he's judged she's ready -- more-than-ready? -- he carefully tips her thighs up and back, letting her legs fall wide open as he kneels up, the better to watch her. Rough fingers part the cheeks of her ass but give no further preliminary as the head of his cock presses in. She is hot and fluttery and perfect and he stirs his hips, drilling into that tightly muscled hole and opening it up with slick, controlled stabs. Deep, deep, deeper -- while his thighs shake and his balls tighten. ]
[ Halfway inside her, he stills. Lets off a small but expressive whoosh of breath, like puffed steam escaping a kettle on the boil. ]
...Okay?