[ The way she screams -- like she doesn't want to but the noises get torn from her anyway -- it goes straight to his cock. It makes Hei shut his eyes because if he doesn't start thinking about bodybags and chigger-bites and early morning katas, this could get embarrassing very quickly. As it is, she feels so fucking good. His erection pulses. Just the sensation of filling her is enough to spark that bright, delicious upspiraling into blindness. His fingers lace with hers, squeezing. He shifts under her, thrusting up. It's like a surreal carousel starting; he lets her hang on tight to his hands as he fucks her in tight little jabs, barely moving at all, but she seems so sensitive right now, as if her clit has opened out to encompass her whole groin. Despite the crawl of desperation stringing his nerves into threadbare slivers, singing to go faster, harder, he stays controlled. ]
[ The walls are soundproofed; the world is muted. In the red-black gloaming, Hei absorbs all the little details of her. Korra breathing, flushed, her blood pulsing, beating beneath her skin: tiny, beautiful movements disguised, to the rest of the world, as stillness. ]
[ Hei pities the rest of the world so much right now. ]
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[ The walls are soundproofed; the world is muted. In the red-black gloaming, Hei absorbs all the little details of her. Korra breathing, flushed, her blood pulsing, beating beneath her skin: tiny, beautiful movements disguised, to the rest of the world, as stillness. ]
[ Hei pities the rest of the world so much right now. ]