[ There is a buzzing silence, during which Hei studies Korra's uncertain face. Drops his gaze, down the plane of her body, all taut sinew and economical muscles, to where his hand is curled around her cock. Her pulse transmits itself, warm and thudding, against his cool fingers. She is nervous, clearly excited, but full of apprehension too. So is he. It's unusual for them to have these sorts of negotiations -- their usual style is to let want translate into motion, to fall into the wash-in-wash-out of sensation without speech. They don't work things out in advance in this stilted fashion. ]
[ But maybe they need to. Bodies don't always lie. But they don't leave much room for subtext, either. ]
[ Maybe ... Maybe he should try it? Hadn't he promised not to keep treating her like a toy? To summon some semblance of balance in this affair? In practically every sense, they're trying to do that now. Aren't they? To balance aggression and passivity, confidence and inexperience, for both sides. He might end up bottoming here, but that's not the same as subbing. Part of him realizes that, even if he can't articulate it. Even as he accepts that his reservations about letting her fuck him stem from fear of some new breed of sabotage to the hard-earned fragments of intimacy in their forever-complex power play. ]
[ A small, reflective exhale, then Hei leans in. Brushes his lips against Korra's, murmuring, ]
I guess all new equipment needs a test drive.
[ He's aware the language is one of depersonalization. Objectification. But he also knows that's the only way he can function right now. ]
no subject
[ But maybe they need to. Bodies don't always lie. But they don't leave much room for subtext, either. ]
[ Maybe ... Maybe he should try it? Hadn't he promised not to keep treating her like a toy? To summon some semblance of balance in this affair? In practically every sense, they're trying to do that now. Aren't they? To balance aggression and passivity, confidence and inexperience, for both sides. He might end up bottoming here, but that's not the same as subbing. Part of him realizes that, even if he can't articulate it. Even as he accepts that his reservations about letting her fuck him stem from fear of some new breed of sabotage to the hard-earned fragments of intimacy in their forever-complex power play. ]
[ A small, reflective exhale, then Hei leans in. Brushes his lips against Korra's, murmuring, ]
I guess all new equipment needs a test drive.
[ He's aware the language is one of depersonalization. Objectification. But he also knows that's the only way he can function right now. ]