[ There's something almost violent in the way Hei's hips jerk, straining helplessly upward when her mouth pops off him. His eyes are still open, staring at her with a sharp focus and a burning intensity, trying to decode a pattern to her teasing. (Except he knows he won't find one. Korra is many things. Predictable isn't one of them.) His cock is so hard it's aching, his breathing comes quick, his palms are damp, and his throat is so dry it feels like sandpaper. ]
Don't stop.
[ It's a furious tight-edged rasp, and it takes everything in him not to grab her and force himself back into her mouth. ]
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Don't stop.
[ It's a furious tight-edged rasp, and it takes everything in him not to grab her and force himself back into her mouth. ]