[ Hei twitches, rocking his erection against the smooth rub of her skin in a desperate attempt for friction, for relief. He barely feels the kisses, but somehow the absence of pressure makes his skin glow like the numerals of a wristwatch in the dark. A luminous pattern of stars descends from his chin to his throat. Dipping his head, he tries to catch her mouth again, to renew the kiss; his whole body has calcified to tense muscle and vibrating tension against her. ]
Korra.
[ It's more a warning than a plea. His fingers tic as if torn between accepting the restraint of her hands, or ready to shove them off and grab her. ]
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Korra.
[ It's more a warning than a plea. His fingers tic as if torn between accepting the restraint of her hands, or ready to shove them off and grab her. ]