[ When was the last time he let anyone get this close? Hei can't remember. He and Amber hadn't done these things. He'd only ever fucked her in abandoned houses and musty campsites; their few meaningful moments took place in borrowed spots, on borrowed time. Being here makes Hei different, but only in the smallest of ways; he leans into Korra's touches, without tension or wariness. Lets his eyes flutter half-shut, the lashes spiked wet. His hand stays wrapped around hers, setting a sloppy pace, down and a twisting up, the muscles of his abdomen fluttering, a hint of slippery pre-cum mixing with the water. The City's changed him, or maybe a better way of putting it is -- is that the City makes Hei do things differently. ]
[ (Still, part of him wonders how different it'd be -- if Pai hadn't arrived. If he'd never met Korra. The idea twines around his brain, a thread fine as catgut slowly tightening.) ]
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[ (Still, part of him wonders how different it'd be -- if Pai hadn't arrived. If he'd never met Korra. The idea twines around his brain, a thread fine as catgut slowly tightening.) ]