[ It's a strange mix of old-new. The blunt-tipped cock between Korra's legs is hardly scary enough to rattle Hei, but he still feels a touch unsteady. Settling on her belly, he focuses on the rest of Korra instead, stretched out beneath him. Roams his palms across the solid lines of her, the meaty heft of her arms, the breadth and solidity of her chest. So different, but her gaze is unchanged. Same bright burn of blue, same white grin -- pretty, saucy Korra. Exhaling, he lets a fraction of the anxiety dissipate. Dips his head, angling to drop a kiss under her chin, before he reaches for the drawer. It's purposeful, efficient, the way he rips the foil open. Scooches back, his fist loose around her cock. The chemical whiff of latex is almost a familiar anchor amid all the surrealism. ]
[ Dark-eyed, his cheeks pink and mouth glossy, he moves across her, hands braced on her chest, the curve of his ass against her cock. Reaches back for her, but doesn't say anything, thinks Okay instead -- then lines her up at his entrance. He smears the condom's slickness and his own wetness over them both, across the head, across his pubic lips, along the curls. A breath, before he gets into the stance that's easiest, crouched over Korra so she can see the dark head of her cock nestling against him, then slowly swallowed as he lowers himself. ]
[ It isn't easy. She doesn't go into him like a hot knife into butter; his damp seam resists for a moment, then gives way with a tactile pop. His breath catches in his throat, brows furrowing. ]
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[ Dark-eyed, his cheeks pink and mouth glossy, he moves across her, hands braced on her chest, the curve of his ass against her cock. Reaches back for her, but doesn't say anything, thinks Okay instead -- then lines her up at his entrance. He smears the condom's slickness and his own wetness over them both, across the head, across his pubic lips, along the curls. A breath, before he gets into the stance that's easiest, crouched over Korra so she can see the dark head of her cock nestling against him, then slowly swallowed as he lowers himself. ]
[ It isn't easy. She doesn't go into him like a hot knife into butter; his damp seam resists for a moment, then gives way with a tactile pop. His breath catches in his throat, brows furrowing. ]
Ah.
[ It's more contemplative than uncomfortable. ]