[ He couldn't pull into himself right now, even if he wanted to. If an enemy crept into the room, he wouldn't care. This is all that matters: the way her scream vibrates through them both, turning the air into something molten and syrupy as if they're mired in taffy. The way she spasms around him, open, and so wet, so hot that Hei nearly loses his breath with how urgently alive she is. How alive he feels, too, pressed against her. Sometimes he wonders if this isn't a sickness. Was he like this with Amber too, so crazily wholly responsive? Korra is like one of those trick birthday candles that won't go out no matter how much you blow on it -- and that maddening insatiability is seeping into him too. ]
[ He hears the vague crackle of spiderwebbing glass where Korra braces herself with her outstretched arms on the frame. But he doesn't care. Swallowing a rough noise, he rocks against her, fucking her in tight short pummeling strokes, the friction dragging slickly at her labia and pulling just barely at her clit. Each movement sends the table rattling; makes Korra's breasts jostle and the dangling ends of her hair sway. One hand gripping her hipbone, he slips the other to cup her right breast, squeezing hard, his fingers catching the nipple in a sharp pinching that's half-timed with his thrusts. ]
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[ He hears the vague crackle of spiderwebbing glass where Korra braces herself with her outstretched arms on the frame. But he doesn't care. Swallowing a rough noise, he rocks against her, fucking her in tight short pummeling strokes, the friction dragging slickly at her labia and pulling just barely at her clit. Each movement sends the table rattling; makes Korra's breasts jostle and the dangling ends of her hair sway. One hand gripping her hipbone, he slips the other to cup her right breast, squeezing hard, his fingers catching the nipple in a sharp pinching that's half-timed with his thrusts. ]