[ There's an audible hitch in Hei's breathing, his hands white-knuckling the couch. He can feel the insistent pulse at the base of his cock; he's half-sure Korra can too, as her hot breath assaults the oversensitized flesh and creeps in humid fiery lanes down to his balls. She drags her teeth across one, and the skin shifts and tenses as she licks, the searing contrast nearly sending him crawling out of his skin -- hot moisture and then a shocking chill of air. His knees tense and tremble; beads of pre-cum bubble eagerly at the tip of erection. ]
[ But his eyes are squeezed shut now, as if his focus has curled inward and only on himself. Even if she looks at him, the playful frustration is gone, lost to pleasure. ]
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[ But his eyes are squeezed shut now, as if his focus has curled inward and only on himself. Even if she looks at him, the playful frustration is gone, lost to pleasure. ]