[ He turns his head towards her, brushing at her lips. His mouth moves against hers as he speaks. ] Be patient. You'll find out. [ The whisper, like his lips, is gentle and coaxing and the opposite of probably everything he's been with her since the start of their fling, and more. There's a reason he isn't taking over right now, though. He wants her to be aware of exactly what she is doing and yet, at the same time, to be conscious of nothing but her mouth and her sex. It's not a team effort -- but it feels like one; his hand rocks together with hers, even if it's more accurate mimicry than forceful motion, Hei angling his head to lick the first bloom of sweat from Korra's neck, mouthing away salt. ]
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[ It's a long time before he whispers, ]
Tell me when you'll come.