[ Hei has long since given up on restraint. Just the sensation of filling Korra is enough to start that steep, delicious climb. His whole body pulses. He lets off a long, low, wordless growl, his heart racing and his breaths short and sharp. Korra's scream, her raking nails, the way she bites his shoulder as if a mallet has slammed a row of blunt nails right into his flesh, smear his sanity into a bright, bright red. All distracted thoughts vanish like bathwater gurgling down a drain, leaving a glorious red trail behind. ]
[ In truth, Hei doesn't understand what's happening, which doesn't make sense. All this is, is sex. That should be perfectly comprehensible -- a mechanical function he can perform half-drugged, because it's nothing but a movement of muscle and sinew, a displacement of posture. Korra doesn't have to reach through miles or cross broken glass to hold him; she merely has to wrap herself around Hei, to clutch him, inside, outside, with a sudden ferocity. Yet the beating of her heart fills his head, entering into his empty chest and driving the pump of insatiable lust. All he knows is that he never wants to leave. He wants to crawl into her skin, to put an end to his own torment. ]
[ When he starts to rock, it's in time with his ragged breathing. His eyes stay open, dark and half-lidded, showing Korra how every inch of the journey feels to him. Harder. Faster. More urgently. Again and again. He can't stop. Nothing in the world could make him stop, not sanity or calculation or logic. No spectre of everlasting ruin can compete with the hot, wet grip around his cock. Every thrust seems like it's the one that will force him to spend, but every thrust promises the next. ]
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[ In truth, Hei doesn't understand what's happening, which doesn't make sense. All this is, is sex. That should be perfectly comprehensible -- a mechanical function he can perform half-drugged, because it's nothing but a movement of muscle and sinew, a displacement of posture. Korra doesn't have to reach through miles or cross broken glass to hold him; she merely has to wrap herself around Hei, to clutch him, inside, outside, with a sudden ferocity. Yet the beating of her heart fills his head, entering into his empty chest and driving the pump of insatiable lust. All he knows is that he never wants to leave. He wants to crawl into her skin, to put an end to his own torment. ]
[ When he starts to rock, it's in time with his ragged breathing. His eyes stay open, dark and half-lidded, showing Korra how every inch of the journey feels to him. Harder. Faster. More urgently. Again and again. He can't stop. Nothing in the world could make him stop, not sanity or calculation or logic. No spectre of everlasting ruin can compete with the hot, wet grip around his cock. Every thrust seems like it's the one that will force him to spend, but every thrust promises the next. ]