[ Hei feels Korra's whole body flex, coming off the futon. Not an orgasm -- too soon for that. Something else. At the sound of her Owwww, a flare of concern spreads out, overlapping his arousal. Did he nick her with his teeth? Or press too hard with his fingers? Swallowing, he draws back, wiping his mouth with the smeared fingers of his right hand. With the left he cradles her face, the pad of his thumb stroking the rise of her cheekbone. Watching her face, he's suffused with both a tension and a tenderness. ]
[ His voice is quiet, almost slurred, as he asks, ]
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[ His voice is quiet, almost slurred, as he asks, ]
You okay?