[ Of course she'd miss it. Ennui has made of Hei a badly tuned engine, lurching forward in fits and starts, and underneath it -- the cause of engine failure -- the tar pit of rancid emotion, forever bubbling thickly beneath the surface. Korra isn't like that. All that energy flows through her like clear, crisp water. She's a goddamn wellspring of feeling, reckless, nearly blind with it. What, he wonders, would it be like to feel so young again? To see the world with new, eager eyes? The idea makes his head ache. At the back of his throat a sense of dead futility rises like bile, and he swallows it down, along with the guilt for not mustering real guilt. ]
[ He kisses Korra, over and over, as if to erase the bitter flavor from his mouth. One hand splays at the hollow of her lower-back. His other hand skims over her thighs and belly, before he finds her clit again. Letting her climb, in slow stages, with slow circlings of his thumb, giving and denying in turns. Korra's sex is slippery against his, and his free hand catches her leg, gripping at the back of her knee to keep her spread wide. ]
Come on.
[ Half coaxing, half peremptorily commanding, restraint and arousal mingling thickly in his voice. Gasping and swallowing over and over as he rolls his hips and grinds against her, everything slick. ]
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[ He kisses Korra, over and over, as if to erase the bitter flavor from his mouth. One hand splays at the hollow of her lower-back. His other hand skims over her thighs and belly, before he finds her clit again. Letting her climb, in slow stages, with slow circlings of his thumb, giving and denying in turns. Korra's sex is slippery against his, and his free hand catches her leg, gripping at the back of her knee to keep her spread wide. ]
Come on.
[ Half coaxing, half peremptorily commanding, restraint and arousal mingling thickly in his voice. Gasping and swallowing over and over as he rolls his hips and grinds against her, everything slick. ]