[ No, the anger is never gone. It's not the exoskeleton that Hei exists on -- not anymore. But it is still the repository fuel that kicks in during emergencies. With Korra, though... ]
[ Hei swallows. He's damaged Korra enough times, in both explosive and insidious ways. He's traded her softness for blows and barbs, time and time again. Which is why he needs to do better. The outings, the full attention, the casual touches, the spinklings of sweetness ... He wants Korra to close her eyes and remember kindness instead of cruelty, or at least be able to offset one with the other a little. Enough to help. When she rocks her hips against him, he hums into her mouth -- his voice sounding clogged and grateful. Helpless. His free hand slips between her thighs, fingers wedging into her, stroking, spreading the slickness across the lips, into the curls. With the other hand, he fishes into his coat pocket for the condom. In the resonating roar of the room, the crinkle of torn foil is barely audible. ]
[ He rolls the sheath on, cool against overheated skin. Takes Korra's hand, carrying it up first to his mouth, licking the fingers, the palm. Then he draws her hand down between their bellies, curling it around his erection. ]
Let me in, [ he says, above the whirlwind that whisks away any nuance. ]
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[ Hei swallows. He's damaged Korra enough times, in both explosive and insidious ways. He's traded her softness for blows and barbs, time and time again. Which is why he needs to do better. The outings, the full attention, the casual touches, the spinklings of sweetness ... He wants Korra to close her eyes and remember kindness instead of cruelty, or at least be able to offset one with the other a little. Enough to help. When she rocks her hips against him, he hums into her mouth -- his voice sounding clogged and grateful. Helpless. His free hand slips between her thighs, fingers wedging into her, stroking, spreading the slickness across the lips, into the curls. With the other hand, he fishes into his coat pocket for the condom. In the resonating roar of the room, the crinkle of torn foil is barely audible. ]
[ He rolls the sheath on, cool against overheated skin. Takes Korra's hand, carrying it up first to his mouth, licking the fingers, the palm. Then he draws her hand down between their bellies, curling it around his erection. ]
Let me in, [ he says, above the whirlwind that whisks away any nuance. ]