[ Old habits (selfishness) die hard, and in this case Hei's too near the edge to bother with niceties like mutual pace and satisfaction. She yanks his hair and he makes a sharp noise, like his breath's being torn from his throat. It's not just the sting of it that goes straight to his groin but but the way Korra sounds, all breath and tiny mewing pleas. His head tips back against the pillows, and he bites his bottom lip as hard as he can to keep himself quiet. For a split second his face opens, a brief spark, years and distrust slipping away, replaced by ... ]
Fuck.
[ Whatever it is, he hides in the sweaty hollow of Korra's shoulder. Gripping her hips in both hands now, he jerks up under her, tipping into the inexorable blood-red climax, his whole body tensing on a long shudder. He doesn't make a sound, but his stuttered breathing is telling enough, as he lets the last shocks burst inside him, shake him, then ripple away. And as they do, he allows his boneless body to collapse underneath her, to be finally, dizzyingly still. ]
action;
Fuck.
[ Whatever it is, he hides in the sweaty hollow of Korra's shoulder. Gripping her hips in both hands now, he jerks up under her, tipping into the inexorable blood-red climax, his whole body tensing on a long shudder. He doesn't make a sound, but his stuttered breathing is telling enough, as he lets the last shocks burst inside him, shake him, then ripple away. And as they do, he allows his boneless body to collapse underneath her, to be finally, dizzyingly still. ]