[ Bright colors bloom behind Hei's eyelids. It's at either the bite of her teeth, or her cry, or the way she ripples around him. Maybe all three. There are so many sensations, from so many parts of his body, that it crowds his brain. He can't think about what any single sensation feels like. He can only pant in response. Under his stroking fingers, around his cock, Korra is sopping. Simmering-hot. A pulse of pleasure spreads over his groin and up his spine. The pressure on her clit grows, and he grinds his hips into her. Nuzzling at the spot beneath her ear, then along the curve of her cheek, his nose brushing hers before he angles his head to cover her mouth. His kisses are slow and probing, and he takes his time between her widespread thighs, not taking any particular rhythm, making them both wait. Clench, twitch, surge hard. Fingers flicking her clit in tight circles, his hips straining upward, a hard push, rubbing against the good spot inside Korra. Finding a rhythm. Or rather, finding her rhythm, and keeping to it until he urges her higher. ]
[ He's in no hurry to come just yet. He's more interested in watching Korra unravel. In analyzing every motion and pressure of his lips and tongue and hands on hers, trying to assure himself that she understands his silent contrition, that he needs this almost as much as she does. Maybe more. ]
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[ He's in no hurry to come just yet. He's more interested in watching Korra unravel. In analyzing every motion and pressure of his lips and tongue and hands on hers, trying to assure himself that she understands his silent contrition, that he needs this almost as much as she does. Maybe more. ]