[ Hei makes a hot, muffled noise as her leg knocks against his groin, fingers clenching around Korra's wrists. The pain sparks and flares, all high-pitched colors, and, oh, good, startlingly so. Each time she rocks underneath him, he's reminded (as if he could forget) of his cock riding against her belly, brushing along her curly mons, open between her parted thighs. He doesn't respond to her angry demand, or her jab at what he is. Instead he kisses her, his lips a hungry, bruising slide against hers. Keeping her pinned, he braces his legs on either side of hers, weight settling firmly on her body. Taking what he wants from her mouth, which is a slow thorough exploration, as if all the nerve-endings he cares about are centered in her face. Licking a languid yet combative story into the kisses, fucking her with his tongue. ]
[ Let her wriggle and gripe all she wants. He's going to go at his own pace. Take his sweet time with stretching her patience to the snapping point. ]
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[ Let her wriggle and gripe all she wants. He's going to go at his own pace. Take his sweet time with stretching her patience to the snapping point. ]