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[ It might be a while before she gets one. As she strokes him, little tremors catch Hei's nerves and play along them. At the touch of her lips, a little hum ekes its way out of his throat. The urgency is surprisingly muted, but that might owe to the different riot of sensations boiling in his head, making it difficult to focus. Korra's lips feel cool and feathery, like moth's wings. Against his bare skin, the fuzzy couch spiders a sensation of a hundred little velvet worms rustling against him. He hears the susurration of the music below, woven into a dull bassline that echoes in his sternum, two paces slower than his heartbeat. ]

[ Spanning his fingers against the couch, he grips the fabric tight. Shuts his eyes, hips jerking forward, silently urging her to continue. ]