[ In Hei's case, the hash has burnt out a while ago. Eerie phantasms of sensation still drift in and out of his consciousness -- an antenna picking up lost frequencies. But what envelops his focus is Korra. He doesn't just taste her. He consumes, his mouth drawing her in, piece by piece. The skin of her thighs is smooth against the sides of his face, solid muscle against his ears; he hears everything at a muffled pitch, as if underwater. Ignoring her growl, he licks her all over, carefully. Draws her inner lips into his mouth and sucks on them, teasingly slow, before he starts to play with her clit, worrying it with the tip of his tongue. He can feel her tension ratcheting, winding higher and higher, but he doesn't relent. He keeps going, slow and hungry, his hands pulling her tighter against his humid mouth and swarming tongue. ]
[ When he senses she's close, he draws her clit between pursed lips, at long last, in one strong, drawn out suck, relentlessly inhaling her in and out until he's pulled her over the edge. ]
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[ When he senses she's close, he draws her clit between pursed lips, at long last, in one strong, drawn out suck, relentlessly inhaling her in and out until he's pulled her over the edge. ]