[ Blinking his eyes open, Hei has trouble sitting up at first, partially due to the effects of the cake, partially the strange residual echoes of the orgasm. He seems surprised by the outcome. Usually it's at how little time it had taken. But right now he's more surprised that he'd lasted that long. His balance feels off and he tries to focus on Korra, who seems to be bobbing around like a boat on a rough sea... or perhaps it's him. Shaking his head, he reaches for the tissuebox on the table. Daubs at the mess on his skin and thighs, then tries to help her clean up, before letting her do it herself. Sighing, he collapses, satiated and strangely empty. ]
[ To her question: ] We're not the only ones. [ Although his tone is more sleepy than argumentative. ]
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[ To her question: ] We're not the only ones. [ Although his tone is more sleepy than argumentative. ]