[ Control, right now, feels like one more thing that's going to melt and be sucked down the drain along with Hei's brain. The steam is thick in the tiny room; he can hardly breathe for Korra's proximity and the breathless sucking kisses, each one harder and harder. Water patters across their bodies; everything is wet and deliciously slippery. In a rough movement, he hitches her up. Lets her hang from his shoulders, legs slung across his waist, his widespread palms splayed across the moist curve of her backside, holding her steady. She's not light as a thistledown, but she's not heavy either. He nuzzles her moist neck with his face, grinding against her until he's poised at her entrance, the heavy darkish head splitting her open. Water has replaced some of the condom's lubricant; it's not as slick. ]
[ It would've been easier going to bed. But he wants her right now. ]
[ Inch by inch, he lets her fall on him. But when she's halfway down, a liquid noise escapes him, restraint pooling into nothingness. Catching her mouth with his, he slams into her, all the way in, almost bruising her with his careless speed, his necessity. ]
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[ It would've been easier going to bed. But he wants her right now. ]
[ Inch by inch, he lets her fall on him. But when she's halfway down, a liquid noise escapes him, restraint pooling into nothingness. Catching her mouth with his, he slams into her, all the way in, almost bruising her with his careless speed, his necessity. ]