[ Hei feels the shape of her erection change in his mouth. Feels her building, hastening. He's dimly aware his nipples are hard inside his T-shirt, and the base of his tongue feels ticklish in a good way as it massages Korra from root to tip. Then she half-screams -- strange how the altered decibels make the noise seem wrenched as if in agony -- and seizes up. He feels her flesh convulse in his mouth, and the thick seawater-tasting stuff is there. He holds it on his tongue for a moment, contemplating it with both mild interest and a milder frisson of disgust -- he's one to spit, never swallow. But then he sucks hard, cheeks hollowed, and gulps. Slowly he extracts his finger, sucking still, sucking until there's nothing left to suck. ]
[ He doesn't stay there. His mouth takes her down once, twice, and then as she starts to soften, he's off her, lips shiny with spit as he cranes up his body to meet her gaze. Flushed, a little breathless, the beginnings of arousal throbbing through him. ]
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[ He doesn't stay there. His mouth takes her down once, twice, and then as she starts to soften, he's off her, lips shiny with spit as he cranes up his body to meet her gaze. Flushed, a little breathless, the beginnings of arousal throbbing through him. ]
Nothing to be sorry for.