[ At the bite, a harsh sound catches in his throat -- not pain but encouragement. There's a headspinning impulse to push her knees back, and to slide all the way into her, deep enough to feel her heartbeat throbbing at the tip of his erection. Instead he wrestles down an insistence that's sparking into a full-out flare, and breathes in her words, licking up the traces of them -- the tang of his blood -- with his tongue along hers. Even as he reaches for the condoms, he feels her buck against him, and his breath stutters before he lets it out with a half-laugh, allowing her to tumble him onto his back. ]
[ With Korra perched astride him, the stained-glass lamps throwing colored patterns on the expanse of her dark skin, he eases his weight back against the sheets, half-propped up by the pillows. He doesn't hand her the condom right away. He checks it first -- the risk of hotel condoms is that there's always some sicko who takes perverse delight in sticking a pin through them, leaving them useless and dangerous. Satisfied there's nothing there, he tears the foil open, then hands her the rubber. ]
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[ With Korra perched astride him, the stained-glass lamps throwing colored patterns on the expanse of her dark skin, he eases his weight back against the sheets, half-propped up by the pillows. He doesn't hand her the condom right away. He checks it first -- the risk of hotel condoms is that there's always some sicko who takes perverse delight in sticking a pin through them, leaving them useless and dangerous. Satisfied there's nothing there, he tears the foil open, then hands her the rubber. ]