[ There's a tension vibrating all through Hei's body, making him tremble slightly, pushing at the edges of his control. A drone of self-restraint settles into his spinal column. There's a reason he rarely tries this position. Something about the way the parts fit together so snugly reshapes each sensation. He seldom lasts long. Sliding his arms under Korra's back, he cups her face in both hands. A low noise rumbles in his throat as her fingernails leave half-moon imprints; he lets it out on a shaky exhale, letting his bitten lip free. ]
[ He rocks slowly against her, on the tideline between languid and controlled. On every outstroke, there's a delightful squeeze on his cock; a friction where his chest slides against her nipples, his back arched so the coarse hairs on his stomach tickle her belly. Another rarity -- this hint of sweet simplicity where he's only ever exacted surrender before. Face to face in the dim glow from the window, his lips curl in a half-smile, and he rests his forehead against hers and sighs as they stir together. ]
[ There's a warmth -- dull, but palpable -- in his eyes, looking into hers. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ He rocks slowly against her, on the tideline between languid and controlled. On every outstroke, there's a delightful squeeze on his cock; a friction where his chest slides against her nipples, his back arched so the coarse hairs on his stomach tickle her belly. Another rarity -- this hint of sweet simplicity where he's only ever exacted surrender before. Face to face in the dim glow from the window, his lips curl in a half-smile, and he rests his forehead against hers and sighs as they stir together. ]
[ There's a warmth -- dull, but palpable -- in his eyes, looking into hers. ]