[ Hei swallows, his breathing still unsteady but calmer now. His legs stretch languidly, a humid congested feeling between them. Interesting, how he can tell it'll begin any moment, the desire that is so sweetly waning. When he slips a hand down between his thighs, absently combing through the tight wiry hair, he can feel the lips thick and slippery against his fingers and the clitoris still beating like a little heart. ]
[ But then Korra smoothes his hair, and the softness of the touch makes him tense. Sometimes he still has problems with this ... attention. With this much affection bestowed to him as a person. It's -- better, nowadays, but he still has trouble making it genuine, not faking it so it'll make her happy. ]
[ He licks his lips, then says, almost wryly, ]
I think when I'm back in my real body, I'll feel like I got the short end of the stick.
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[ But then Korra smoothes his hair, and the softness of the touch makes him tense. Sometimes he still has problems with this ... attention. With this much affection bestowed to him as a person. It's -- better, nowadays, but he still has trouble making it genuine, not faking it so it'll make her happy. ]
[ He licks his lips, then says, almost wryly, ]
I think when I'm back in my real body, I'll feel like I got the short end of the stick.