[ He lets her settle against him, lax -- or least doing a convincing show of it -- against the pillows, letting one bent knee drop away from the arch of the other. The cottony feeling of Korra's warmth suffuses his excitement, so his whole body feels warm and sensitive. But underneath, there's still a cold prickle of anxiety. He wonders if this is how Korra had felt, that night in the shed. He knows he'd hurt her, filling her that first time, his weight on her. There'd been a bittersweet tenderness in that fact, though, and in her cry when she came. ]
[ He blinks the memory away. Wills himself not to overthink. Instead his hand tightens around Korra's cock. The foreskin seems to amuse him. (He'd been forced to have his snipped off, right before he was parachuted into the maw of Heaven's War -- ostensibly to prevent balanitis or other infections, but mostly so he didn't end up catching some STI when he should be out slitting throats.) Lightly, he pinches it, smiling by slow degrees, rolling it up and back a few times. Thumbs just underneath the head, before pragmatically licking his palm, a slurpful of slick, then making a proper fist around Korra's length and tugging. ]
[ It's only after he's gotten her hard -- a nice thick handful -- that he murmurs, ]
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[ He lets her settle against him, lax -- or least doing a convincing show of it -- against the pillows, letting one bent knee drop away from the arch of the other. The cottony feeling of Korra's warmth suffuses his excitement, so his whole body feels warm and sensitive. But underneath, there's still a cold prickle of anxiety. He wonders if this is how Korra had felt, that night in the shed. He knows he'd hurt her, filling her that first time, his weight on her. There'd been a bittersweet tenderness in that fact, though, and in her cry when she came. ]
[ He blinks the memory away. Wills himself not to overthink. Instead his hand tightens around Korra's cock. The foreskin seems to amuse him. (He'd been forced to have his snipped off, right before he was parachuted into the maw of Heaven's War -- ostensibly to prevent balanitis or other infections, but mostly so he didn't end up catching some STI when he should be out slitting throats.) Lightly, he pinches it, smiling by slow degrees, rolling it up and back a few times. Thumbs just underneath the head, before pragmatically licking his palm, a slurpful of slick, then making a proper fist around Korra's length and tugging. ]
[ It's only after he's gotten her hard -- a nice thick handful -- that he murmurs, ]
Roll over.