[ Hei exhales a low noise. Rough and quiet and breathy, it dies out in hiccups through the first series of Korra's kisses. Starting awake, he shudders, pushing the dream aside. But it takes a moment to detach from it; his whole body is still lit up with the eeriness and disorienting pleasure of it, cock hard and thrumming against his belly. He can still feel those mysterious vines pressing in all around him, that faceless girl's hair in his eyes, blotting out the light. It isn't the first time he's awakened into the illusion that he's still in South America, with its humidity and mosquito bites and stifling greenery and that acrid taste of adrenaline in the back of his throat. A trick of memory he'd like to erase. ]
[ But the pleasure -- sweet, heady, hungry-making -- doesn't dissipate. The very pores of his skin feel redolent with it. Blinking, the sunlight through the gaps in the curtains making red-pink lines on the walls, he half-sits up. ]
[ Oh. ]
[ It's just Korra. Relief floods through him. For a moment he is positively dizzy on it. Hei smiles, genuine even if it's only a small quirk to his mouth. His right hand slips down to cradle the back of her skull, fingers carding through her hair. ]
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[ But the pleasure -- sweet, heady, hungry-making -- doesn't dissipate. The very pores of his skin feel redolent with it. Blinking, the sunlight through the gaps in the curtains making red-pink lines on the walls, he half-sits up. ]
[ Oh. ]
[ It's just Korra. Relief floods through him. For a moment he is positively dizzy on it. Hei smiles, genuine even if it's only a small quirk to his mouth. His right hand slips down to cradle the back of her skull, fingers carding through her hair. ]
Someone's in a good mood.