[ Something about the wavery effort in her voice makes the rims of Hei's eyes sting. Curled up beneath him, doubled like an acrobat, her body feels at once obligingly dewy and bittersweetly distant. Something that's washed into his arms for the space of a few heartbeats -- but may unexpectedly be swept away on a hopeless tide, beyond reach but never beyond recall. ]
[ Carefully, he sinks -- into her arms, and also deeper inside her, his dick a hot ache as it rides in, full and twitching, splitting her up the middle. A chill jolts electric-bright down his body; he lets off a seething hum at how perfect it is, his spine dipping helplessly, the hard bone of his forehead pressing to Korra's as he melts closer. ]
[ Panting, he turns his face to her hair and kisses the messy strands. For a long moment, he simply stays spilled across her, a heavy frieze of muscle and sweat. Waiting for that moment of sweet flexion, where she adjusts to the pressure, her body pulsing around the thick intrusion. Always, it seems as if it will never come -- until it does. ]
Korra...
[ The word tastes like a rivulet of salt in his mouth. Burying his face in her hair, he starts a slow, steady, almost serpentine rhythm. Almost frictionless, his mind thinning into a dreamy darkness as he sinks into the sensations, into Korra, and somehow deep into himself as well, indifferent to whether he comes back, or comes. ]
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[ Carefully, he sinks -- into her arms, and also deeper inside her, his dick a hot ache as it rides in, full and twitching, splitting her up the middle. A chill jolts electric-bright down his body; he lets off a seething hum at how perfect it is, his spine dipping helplessly, the hard bone of his forehead pressing to Korra's as he melts closer. ]
[ Panting, he turns his face to her hair and kisses the messy strands. For a long moment, he simply stays spilled across her, a heavy frieze of muscle and sweat. Waiting for that moment of sweet flexion, where she adjusts to the pressure, her body pulsing around the thick intrusion. Always, it seems as if it will never come -- until it does. ]
Korra...
[ The word tastes like a rivulet of salt in his mouth. Burying his face in her hair, he starts a slow, steady, almost serpentine rhythm. Almost frictionless, his mind thinning into a dreamy darkness as he sinks into the sensations, into Korra, and somehow deep into himself as well, indifferent to whether he comes back, or comes. ]