[ Hei won't ever say it out loud to Korra, and thank Christ the girl gets too slow-witted during a fuck to twig to it -- but it's a delicious solace, gliding languorously in and out of her, breathing in her scent, settling his weight against her, slippery-warm and thrumming and close. The overwhelming force of the physical demand quiets all other swirling thoughts. In these moments, Korra seems to forget to be wary of him, and he of her, and Hei feels secure enough to cope with the possibility of them both remembering later. It won't last, but he feels almost happy, treating himself to dose after dose of infectious excitement. Each sigh, each rocking slide, a high-wire swoop, a burning-bright swoon. ]
[ A visit to the person he'd once been, the boy who'd died years ago. ]
[ He keeps going, stirring softly along the tideline of motionlessness and friction. Dots kisses where he can reach, the curve of her cheekbone, the shape of her jawline, tongue circling the rim of ear before exhaling a stifled susurrus of noise against it. Pleased but also questioning, asking if this is fine. ]
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[ A visit to the person he'd once been, the boy who'd died years ago. ]
[ He keeps going, stirring softly along the tideline of motionlessness and friction. Dots kisses where he can reach, the curve of her cheekbone, the shape of her jawline, tongue circling the rim of ear before exhaling a stifled susurrus of noise against it. Pleased but also questioning, asking if this is fine. ]