[ With a fluid rock of his hips, Hei pushes deeper into her. He's absorbed in nothing but her weight against his, the slip of sweat between them and the wet flexing on her inner-muscles around him. Each small sensation sends a sharp noise tumbling from his throat, bordering on a purr, his fingers digging into the meat of her hips as he leans forward to kiss her, like he wants to take even the air from her lungs. Korra's impatience, like her orgasm, hovers high up inside her, just out of reach yet singing with potential, entirely in the rhythm's power to bestow. But Hei's in no rush. He's come once already, and there's still wisps of hash bubbling in his veins. Surely they have time still, the night is long, they'd arrived at the club early. He thinks not of coming but of the ride, a long languid fuck that makes it so easy just to drink in the adorable sight of her, kiss her mouth and breasts. ]
[ There are a lot of little things he could say to her. Except that's never been his way. ]
[ Instead, in the cradle of his hands, he lowers her onto him, fucking her with short halfstrokes that bottom out with a straining push. He doesn't touch her clit. He just lets his erection rub against that sweetspot he can reach so easily with his fingers, but often has trouble angling his thrusts against. Eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her, except his attention is split between that sight and Korra's face. ]
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[ There are a lot of little things he could say to her. Except that's never been his way. ]
[ Instead, in the cradle of his hands, he lowers her onto him, fucking her with short halfstrokes that bottom out with a straining push. He doesn't touch her clit. He just lets his erection rub against that sweetspot he can reach so easily with his fingers, but often has trouble angling his thrusts against. Eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her, except his attention is split between that sight and Korra's face. ]