[ Come on, she's only eighteen. He'll give her ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. In his experience, at that testosterone-poisoned age, she'll be raring to go again in no time. ]
[ Almost as an incentive, he shucks his shirt, then peels off the Y-fronts. Sunshine brightly illuminates the left side of his body; light filters through the tips of his hair and eyelashes. His skin is pale as a peeled banana, the areoles of the ripe pointed breasts nearly as dark as his scrim of pubic hair. His clothes fall to the floor and he lazily hitches a leg over Korra, arches into her mouth as he trails his palm flat across the plane of her chest. The other hand moves to dip between his legs, idly and without any real heat. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, he draws the hand out, and the fingers glisten before he pops them into his mouth. (It's a performance, but that doesn't mean it's also not sincerely playful.) ]
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[ Come on, she's only eighteen. He'll give her ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. In his experience, at that testosterone-poisoned age, she'll be raring to go again in no time. ]
[ Almost as an incentive, he shucks his shirt, then peels off the Y-fronts. Sunshine brightly illuminates the left side of his body; light filters through the tips of his hair and eyelashes. His skin is pale as a peeled banana, the areoles of the ripe pointed breasts nearly as dark as his scrim of pubic hair. His clothes fall to the floor and he lazily hitches a leg over Korra, arches into her mouth as he trails his palm flat across the plane of her chest. The other hand moves to dip between his legs, idly and without any real heat. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, he draws the hand out, and the fingers glisten before he pops them into his mouth. (It's a performance, but that doesn't mean it's also not sincerely playful.) ]