[ Hei's lips are crooked as he returns her kisses, soft and slick and openmouthed -- a smile replete with I-showed-you satisfaction, even as his mind reels from what her body can do, from the ferocity of it. His tongue tingles unpleasantly as he runs it over his teeth, but it's easy to ignore as he curls at her side, head propped on one bent arm. His body is loose-limbed, seemingly relaxed, but his erection is at the fringes of a dull ache, the tip just touching her collapsed thigh. An exclamation point -- a demand -- that requires attention soon. ]
[ But for now, his free hand shifts to first brush Korra's damp hair away, then trace her cheek, the pad of his fingers warm as they travel that delicate rise of bone. He likes how her expression softens after she comes. All the brashness and attitude fading, as if she’s a kitten, stripped of defense mechanisms to survive in the City's proverbial concrete jungle. ]
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[ But for now, his free hand shifts to first brush Korra's damp hair away, then trace her cheek, the pad of his fingers warm as they travel that delicate rise of bone. He likes how her expression softens after she comes. All the brashness and attitude fading, as if she’s a kitten, stripped of defense mechanisms to survive in the City's proverbial concrete jungle. ]