[ Just short of too much, and Hei shows no signs of slowing down. He slams into her, sharp and liquid and stuttering, the clickety-clack of rattling furniture and slick flesh filling the room as he rocks in and out, always in and out. Korra's sounds are just red-noise, her muscles contracting around him like anemones in a hot-cold current. The mechanism that feeds meaning to his brain is broken and in its place is a spasming fist of blind, senseless bliss. ]
[ Chemicals stream from synapse to synapse and trigger the inevitable. His final thrusts are deep and buried; even through the latex he knows Korra will feel the hot spurts break against her. Slumping, he covers her mouth with his and groans in rough-edged gasps. Kisses her -- lazy, dazed -- as their bodies trade dying shudders that echo on his tongue. ]
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[ Chemicals stream from synapse to synapse and trigger the inevitable. His final thrusts are deep and buried; even through the latex he knows Korra will feel the hot spurts break against her. Slumping, he covers her mouth with his and groans in rough-edged gasps. Kisses her -- lazy, dazed -- as their bodies trade dying shudders that echo on his tongue. ]