[ That kind of roughness would've jerked a protest out of anyone else. But it just earns a hum from Hei, muffled in to Korra's mouth, undercut by a sharp intake of breath as the muscles up his back stretch taut. It's slow going as he figures out the right rhythm in this body, with its subtler messages skittering across his nerves. But Korra's clever fingers quicken things along. His eyes flutter half-shut as a molten pressure builds up inside him. Each time she rubs his clit, bright staccato shocks of sensation tighten his abdomen and make his lungs stutter for air. Korra touches something inside him, he's not sure what -- the g-spot or some closeby approximation -- and his hips and thighs spasm once, twice, again, but that isn't enough; he is full of this pulsing warmth and it isn't going anywhere. ]
[ His body pitches one way then another, eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the sensations. His lips press wet and openmouthed against the hollow of Korra's throat, gnaw the line of her jaw. He hears the saw of his own breathing become louder and more supplicating. ]
I -- I think --
[ More pressure. More friction. More something. He's already halfway to oversensitized, but the urgency in him knots just tighter and tighter and refuses to unravel. ]
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[ His body pitches one way then another, eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the sensations. His lips press wet and openmouthed against the hollow of Korra's throat, gnaw the line of her jaw. He hears the saw of his own breathing become louder and more supplicating. ]
I -- I think --
[ More pressure. More friction. More something. He's already halfway to oversensitized, but the urgency in him knots just tighter and tighter and refuses to unravel. ]