[Through a haze of lust, Korra can see the way the two young men are looking at them. It turns her on and repulses her, all at the same time. As much as a twisted part of her wants to be seen, wants to torment other people with jealous longing, there was something grossly entitled in their faces. Like they were certain they'd get to go next. It's an unwelcome splash of cold water until Hei manages to glare them away. And for once, she doesn't even care that he was the scary one (although she has memorized those guys' faces in case she ever happens to meet them on the street... she'll know whose nose to break). As his fingers hit on that sweet spot inside her, the only thing Korra cares about is that they're gone. She twists as best she can and grabs his neck, dragging his head down so she can speak directly in his ear.]
no subject
I want you.
[Him, a dark corner, and fewer clothes.]