[ None of the words are necessary. Hei knows that. What he doesn't know is how to feel, how to cope with this pitch of tenderness, mixed as it is with a bitter resentful hunger for Korra too. She's such a cynosure. She draws him and irritates him, inspires and depresses. And yet there is a sweetness to her that gets his skin prickling, even as it fills him with dark curlicues of praise he wants to whisper into her ear. He'd been so sure before he knew all about human behavior, about detachment, about playing it like a pro, but this shows him up for an amateur. ]
[ Her Please is so throaty and desperate. He feels rather than hears it; slipping his fingers into the seam of her body, letting her clench tight and slick around his fingers. Then his face is suddenly tight between Korra's hot, damp thighs, the curls matted and ticklish. He hears himself groan, completely without artifice, his mouth wide and open and wet, sucking again and again on the tight, hot point of Korra's clit, feeling wetness and saliva slide down his chin. In his jeans, his erection aches, sharp as a throbbing cramp, but it doesn't matter. He's busy trying to find that spot inside Korra (and that's a thought; inside, secret, his) he can rub against which makes Korra's breath catch each and every time. ]
[ Not bringing her off, but winding her tight, tight, tighter. Because the longer he draws this out, the louder and brighter the final crescendo will flare. ]
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[ Her Please is so throaty and desperate. He feels rather than hears it; slipping his fingers into the seam of her body, letting her clench tight and slick around his fingers. Then his face is suddenly tight between Korra's hot, damp thighs, the curls matted and ticklish. He hears himself groan, completely without artifice, his mouth wide and open and wet, sucking again and again on the tight, hot point of Korra's clit, feeling wetness and saliva slide down his chin. In his jeans, his erection aches, sharp as a throbbing cramp, but it doesn't matter. He's busy trying to find that spot inside Korra (and that's a thought; inside, secret, his) he can rub against which makes Korra's breath catch each and every time. ]
[ Not bringing her off, but winding her tight, tight, tighter. Because the longer he draws this out, the louder and brighter the final crescendo will flare. ]