[ He's not expecting her to ask. Generally he veers toward self-absorption; small wonder that he doesn't think it's unusual that Korra -- in this form -- is any different. As it is, he's too intrigued by the residual shudders racing through his own body. For all its sweet exhaustion, he still feels the vibrations of his potential climax. Idly, he drops a hand between his legs and feels the wet, slippery lips, still burning, pulsing from Korra's thrusts. With his fingertip he touches the clit, circling round and round. A languid sensation of pleasure, an echo of the fuck, seems to soften and quiet his muscles and mind. ]
[ Is that what it's like for Korra? He wants to ask. To match her curiosity and candor. Instead he says, ]
Kind of feels like there's still something inside me.
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[ He's not expecting her to ask. Generally he veers toward self-absorption; small wonder that he doesn't think it's unusual that Korra -- in this form -- is any different. As it is, he's too intrigued by the residual shudders racing through his own body. For all its sweet exhaustion, he still feels the vibrations of his potential climax. Idly, he drops a hand between his legs and feels the wet, slippery lips, still burning, pulsing from Korra's thrusts. With his fingertip he touches the clit, circling round and round. A languid sensation of pleasure, an echo of the fuck, seems to soften and quiet his muscles and mind. ]
[ Is that what it's like for Korra? He wants to ask. To match her curiosity and candor. Instead he says, ]
Kind of feels like there's still something inside me.
[ It's both dry and faintly bemused. ]