[ Hei makes his approval known on a hum into her mouth, low and throaty. His body vibrates at a precariously high frequency. Shuddering, he drives against Korra so that she feels every tremble and pulse, angling his thrusts to grind against that part of her that makes her hips jerk instinctively. He can feel the urgency building in the way his own body reacts to her touch, the clench of his stomach, the intensifying force that gives way to a rapid-fire rhythm -- and suddenly he curses the elevator's cramped space. ]
[ His lips move against hers, hungry and rough and bruising; he splays his palm against the hollow of her lower-back, and his breath is hot at her neck when he pulls away. ] Hold on to me, [ is all the warning she gets before he hauls her up, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he -- without so much as another beat -- rises to pin her against the wall. Supporting her weight in widespread hands, he rocks against her. Hard, harder -- letting her back saw up and down the surface, his breath sawing in and out in shaking gulps to match as he buries his face in her neck. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ His lips move against hers, hungry and rough and bruising; he splays his palm against the hollow of her lower-back, and his breath is hot at her neck when he pulls away. ] Hold on to me, [ is all the warning she gets before he hauls her up, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he -- without so much as another beat -- rises to pin her against the wall. Supporting her weight in widespread hands, he rocks against her. Hard, harder -- letting her back saw up and down the surface, his breath sawing in and out in shaking gulps to match as he buries his face in her neck. ]