[ A soft Mm bubbles out of him, both reassuring and strangely absent. His fingers fan out across Korra's ribcage as he leans in, lips feathering warm and wet over hers. There is a burning twinge of pain, some angles achingly awkward, but there is also a warm full feeling. Exhaling shakily, Hei stirs again, until he's snugged down the final half-inch, his body resting on the perch of Korra's groin. If it hurts, he doesn't show it. His expression doesn't betray any pleasure either, if there is that. His look is almost one of concentration, lower lip caught between white teeth. ]
[ Is this, he wonders, how it feels for Korra? Tight and stretched yet so hungry. He wants to ask, but there's no way to segue into it. All he can do is breathe, unmoving, slick muscles contracting all along her shaft. ]
[ When he sets a rhythm, it's exquisitely controlled. Patient, not yet building, his hips rocking in a loose swivel instead of up and down. The brittle mask is still in place, but there's a smile glinting at the edge of his mouth. ]
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[ Is this, he wonders, how it feels for Korra? Tight and stretched yet so hungry. He wants to ask, but there's no way to segue into it. All he can do is breathe, unmoving, slick muscles contracting all along her shaft. ]
[ When he sets a rhythm, it's exquisitely controlled. Patient, not yet building, his hips rocking in a loose swivel instead of up and down. The brittle mask is still in place, but there's a smile glinting at the edge of his mouth. ]