[ Each time she cries out, Hei's heartbeat feels like a stop-motion explosion in his chest. Warmth uncurls up his body, not like a sizzling coil but like the first slice of daylight in darkness, until a strange sense of both nostalgia and passing sadness touches him, stirred by everything Korra embodies. Serenity and brazen, spinning fire. Soft-floating innocence and that pure, bright power that burns within her like a flaming sword. ]
[ Folded up in her arms and legs, Hei feels his world narrow and blur, the elements of the room coming together as if to evoke a different, better self. When he was just a boy, and the stars were still real, and he had a family, a sister who still smiled. When he was old enough to have only a dim understanding of the world's risks, too young to feel any real sense of danger. ]
[ He says nothing about it. Only gasps, a basso profundo thud of sound as Korra engulfs him -- inside, outside -- her hands grabby, wonderfully strong, until he imagines his bones creaking at the pressure. He knows she is struggling with some excess of emotion, too vivid even for what they are doing. His own throat is a knot, and his vision spangles and fades so everything disappears, and the idea that he might never have this again, never be this close to her, chokes him. A snarl tears at his chest, like a beast struggling to escape through the flesh. ]
[ Swallowing it down, he saws his hips faster -- a fine line between force and pain. Korra's ragged breaths feather across the ridge of his collarbone; his own punched-out exhalations stir her hair. Angling his head, he kisses her temples, her eyes. Dips to feed on that succulent pout of a mouth, while his strokes grow at once erratic and hyperfocused, the hard crest of his pelvis grinding across her mons. ]
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Date: 2015-07-24 04:05 am (UTC)[ Folded up in her arms and legs, Hei feels his world narrow and blur, the elements of the room coming together as if to evoke a different, better self. When he was just a boy, and the stars were still real, and he had a family, a sister who still smiled. When he was old enough to have only a dim understanding of the world's risks, too young to feel any real sense of danger. ]
[ He says nothing about it. Only gasps, a basso profundo thud of sound as Korra engulfs him -- inside, outside -- her hands grabby, wonderfully strong, until he imagines his bones creaking at the pressure. He knows she is struggling with some excess of emotion, too vivid even for what they are doing. His own throat is a knot, and his vision spangles and fades so everything disappears, and the idea that he might never have this again, never be this close to her, chokes him. A snarl tears at his chest, like a beast struggling to escape through the flesh. ]
[ Swallowing it down, he saws his hips faster -- a fine line between force and pain. Korra's ragged breaths feather across the ridge of his collarbone; his own punched-out exhalations stir her hair. Angling his head, he kisses her temples, her eyes. Dips to feed on that succulent pout of a mouth, while his strokes grow at once erratic and hyperfocused, the hard crest of his pelvis grinding across her mons. ]