[ Static trickles up and down Hei's spine as she nips his ear. He slips his hands underneath Korra's shoulderblades and kisses her, sloppy and rough and hungry, breathing hard through his nose. His erection prods against her belly, the trap of her fingers, trying to find the right angle to rub against her. They seem to be in an incredibly clumsy yet comfortable tangle of bodies and limbs and heat; it'd be so easy to angle his hips, to spread her wide and just go into her. ]
[ Instead, with a sharp inhale, he breaks the kiss. ]
If you take longer than a minute ...
[ It could be a threat or a promise; he isn't sure which. He only knows that the ache of patience has never been one of his particular virtues. ]
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[ Instead, with a sharp inhale, he breaks the kiss. ]
If you take longer than a minute ...
[ It could be a threat or a promise; he isn't sure which. He only knows that the ache of patience has never been one of his particular virtues. ]