[ She clenches around him, and Hei finds himself caught on the hard edge of that sensation, stumbling over it. A wave of hard muscular contractions rock him, too soon and too sudden. His mind flinches, and he loses his train of thought, forgets what's so exciting about the image of Korra astride him; the notion flutters and vanishes, leaving behind nothing but heat. Pleasure sparks everywhere, but he's too immersed in the rippling slickness of Korra's body to feel anything but a repulsed fascination for his juvenile loss of control. His fingers clutch hers tightly, his body arcs across the length of his spine, and his eyes snap shut, but he can still see Korra glowing in the shadows, the darkness flooding each dip and dimple of her fresh, damp skin. And the pomegranate light like a red sunset, fizzing and setting light to all the places the shadows can't touch. ]
[ No space in his mind for anything more. After all the build-up, the orgasm seems to come too fast, and leaves Hei flattened, slumping on the futon with his head tipped back, gulping in air through his parted lips. ]
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[ No space in his mind for anything more. After all the build-up, the orgasm seems to come too fast, and leaves Hei flattened, slumping on the futon with his head tipped back, gulping in air through his parted lips. ]