[ Hei feels like he's unlocked a sequence of fibonacci numbers, set in a brilliant, bloodhungry musical composition. Part of him would like to pretend it's his proximity alone that has Korra in this state. But that's not true. He notices it all. The way Korra sucks in air and holds it through each fast, jagged attack in the ring. The way her nipples peak and stiffen into barbs that catch and chafe against her shirt as he works her breasts. The way her skin, despite the heat, prickles with goose bumps of both dread and anticipation. Dread that someone might see them. Anticipation that someone will. ]
[ This isn't normal. This isn't rational. But the solidity of his cock, snugged tight against Korra's body, grants him no anchor of logic. It only amplifies the madness. His free hand -- pinching, kneading -- abruptly leaves Korra's breasts. Taking her chin, he tips her head forward. Draws his face alongside hers, licking her ear before he speaks into it, ] Eyes on the fight. [ His breathing, not hard, is nonetheless uneven. Against him, Korra is immediate; vital, hot, sleek. Her whole face seems sweetly radiant with the sheer simmer of the frustration inside her. Between her legs, her zipper scrapes his knuckles before his hand maneuvers to slide down beneath her panties, until he touches springy curls, dewy with moisture, and the wet cleft they guard. ]
[ It's only a moment before he finds the slick tip of her clit, his fingers circling across it, before he pinches -- sharp and cruel and relentless. ]
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[ This isn't normal. This isn't rational. But the solidity of his cock, snugged tight against Korra's body, grants him no anchor of logic. It only amplifies the madness. His free hand -- pinching, kneading -- abruptly leaves Korra's breasts. Taking her chin, he tips her head forward. Draws his face alongside hers, licking her ear before he speaks into it, ] Eyes on the fight. [ His breathing, not hard, is nonetheless uneven. Against him, Korra is immediate; vital, hot, sleek. Her whole face seems sweetly radiant with the sheer simmer of the frustration inside her. Between her legs, her zipper scrapes his knuckles before his hand maneuvers to slide down beneath her panties, until he touches springy curls, dewy with moisture, and the wet cleft they guard. ]
[ It's only a moment before he finds the slick tip of her clit, his fingers circling across it, before he pinches -- sharp and cruel and relentless. ]