[ 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.) ]
[Korra settles her hands on his hips, still loving how they round out, the handle they give her on him. Her breath hitches a little when he puts his fingers in his mouth. It feels weird -- she's used to judging male arousal through erections, and she's not hard, but she's still incredibly turned on, which wouldn't feel weird except for the fact that she's in a guy's body and wow she is way overthinking this. She leans up to lick his hand while one of hers slides between his legs. It had freaked him out at first the first time he'd been liked this, but he's the one who touched it first so maybe...?]
[ Bodies are a lot more complicated than Korra realizes. And sex and attraction, Hei is learning, is way more ambiguous than he's assumed. ]
[ He exhales a quiet laugh, as her tongue flickers across his fingers. Slowly, he slips two of them into her mouth. His thumb presses against the stubble on Korra's cheek, and he leans in, kisses her around his digits, sloppy and teasing. Then the warmth of her hand is skimming across his skin, and he twitches sharply. Almost jerks away. It catches him by surprise, because up until now he's catapulted himself into sensation -- blind and single-minded. Now that Korra's touching him, it isn't -- it doesn't feel like what he'd thought it would. He stays quiet and contained, only the furious blush on his face giving his disorientation away. ]
[ His hips rock involuntarily -- he's not sure if it's in approval or open rebellion. Forcibly, he reins in the stuttering movement. Takes Korra's hand in his, and shows her, after a moment of fumbling, how to slip two fingers into him, the web between thumb and pointer-finger against the slick bead of his clit. His breath catches in his throat, one hand sliding up to twist in Korra's thick fluffy hair as he squirms. It's almost uncomfortable, with how tight he is. But the tiny hot spasms of his sex, the burn and pressure of her fingers -- it all feels good. It grounds him, and when Hei dips his head to kiss Korra again, it's raw and honest, the self-possession dissolving like rice paper in rain. ]
[She remembers how he liked it last time. She rubs his clit hard, a shade harder than she would've liked but he's always liked it rough, and seeks out the sensitive places inside him with her other fingers. This is much more familiar, since she's had sex with his girlbody before, and a distant part of her thinks I’ve missed this.
"Missed" isn't exactly the right word, though. It's not as though she's been disappointed with the sex they've been having. She is very, very, very attached to his normal body. But she does wish that she could play with this one a bit more often because he feels amazing.]
[ That kind of roughness would've jerked a protest out of anyone else. But it just earns a hum from Hei, muffled in to Korra's mouth, undercut by a sharp intake of breath as the muscles up his back stretch taut. It's slow going as he figures out the right rhythm in this body, with its subtler messages skittering across his nerves. But Korra's clever fingers quicken things along. His eyes flutter half-shut as a molten pressure builds up inside him. Each time she rubs his clit, bright staccato shocks of sensation tighten his abdomen and make his lungs stutter for air. Korra touches something inside him, he's not sure what -- the g-spot or some closeby approximation -- and his hips and thighs spasm once, twice, again, but that isn't enough; he is full of this pulsing warmth and it isn't going anywhere. ]
[ His body pitches one way then another, eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the sensations. His lips press wet and openmouthed against the hollow of Korra's throat, gnaw the line of her jaw. He hears the saw of his own breathing become louder and more supplicating. ]
I -- I think --
[ More pressure. More friction. More something. He's already halfway to oversensitized, but the urgency in him knots just tighter and tighter and refuses to unravel. ]
You can still think? I must be doing something wrong. [She grins, not nearly as unaffected by his evident arousal as she tries to seem, and nibbles on his ear. Her free hand moves from his hip up to his breasts. She gives his nipple a harsh, almost cruel pinch, pulling hard on it.]
[ He's tempted to snark, Ha ha. But then she gives one nipple a vicious twist, and he feels a fuse begin at his breasts and pop at his clit. His mind whites out, his nerves spark and arousal thumps between his legs. The climax comes in disjointed, almost kaleidoscopic waves. Hei's stomach ripples and his mouth drops open; he rolls his forehead against the column of Korra's throat. He's never especially loud about his pleasure, but he begins to make tiny Ah sounds that mean that he's getting somewhere, cresting, jerking, then melting, twitch by twitch into stillness. ]
[ Breathlessly, he sprawls across Korra, legs gone lax. His hair is tangled across his face, fine strands stirred by his breath, and a faint summer sweat prickles his skin. Strange, he thinks dimly, how different orgasms are in a girl-body. Like being caught in a riptide, tangled in wires of electric eels, wondering how fast or how slowly they'll let you go. ]
[Score. The thought and the feeling are both smug, but the hand that brushes the hair out of his face is tender. (Whatever emotions are being stirred up, she's not going to think about. Blame the curse, maybe, if she has to.)]
[ Hei swallows, his breathing still unsteady but calmer now. His legs stretch languidly, a humid congested feeling between them. Interesting, how he can tell it'll begin any moment, the desire that is so sweetly waning. When he slips a hand down between his thighs, absently combing through the tight wiry hair, he can feel the lips thick and slippery against his fingers and the clitoris still beating like a little heart. ]
[ But then Korra smoothes his hair, and the softness of the touch makes him tense. Sometimes he still has problems with this ... attention. With this much affection bestowed to him as a person. It's -- better, nowadays, but he still has trouble making it genuine, not faking it so it'll make her happy. ]
[ He licks his lips, then says, almost wryly, ]
I think when I'm back in my real body, I'll feel like I got the short end of the stick.
[She makes a face at him.] We're not done yet! [If that was a challenge, consider it accepted. She hitches him up higher, intending to roll him over so she can kiss her way down his body.]
You didn't give me a chance to really play with you...
[ Obligingly, almost placidly, he lets her roll him over. His body feels hot, drained, and that lassitude has now infected his every muscle. Still, the look in his eyes is something dark and wholly wild, as he follows her downward path, past the dark tips of his nipples and the pale slope of his belly, the hard juts of hipbones pressing against skin and the tuft of dark curls nestled low between them. ]
[ With an air of mischief, but no modesty, he lets his legs fan wider open. (It's unnervingly similar to the way he stirs his hips when she's about to give him head.) ]
[She kisses him hard, biting down on his lip as she pulls back.] I've never done anything like this with a doll.
[She never played much with dolls to begin with, honestly, but that's besides the point. She nibbles her way down his neck to his breasts, leaving behind bright red marks and, sometimes, shallow indentations where the skin wasn't quite ready to spring back up just yet. Rough, hard touches, more in line with the way they used to fuck, before she had realized how little she could stop him if things went wrong and became wary of any pleasure too vicious. (A little internalized misogyny of her own, perhaps, in feeling more secure playing rough while in this larger form, even if intellectually she knows it makes almost no difference.)]
[ Hei cranes his neck to prolong the kiss, sinking his teeth into the plush pillow of her lower-lip. But then she's gone, and he lets his head fall back and his eyes flutter closed, a warm shiver seeping across his skin. ]
[ She can be as rough as she likes. He's taken so much worse, has done so much worse. If she manages to hurt him, he'll be surprised. But he doubts he'll retaliate at his usual level of hair-trigger violence. In the end, everything is about balances, isn't it? Korra's teeth, bluntly vicious, nibble crescents of pain and pleasure down the line of his torso. A lattice of bright, icy-hot anticipation spreads over his ribcage, over the curve of his hips, down to his groin. He realizes his breath is coming in short, shallow sips, and his hands are tangled in the bedclothes, a tight fistful on either side. ]
[ Exhaling, he spiders them out, feeling for Korra. Lets his short nails scratch up the line of her back, thighs flexing, fingers curling. A blatant invitation. ]
[A blatant invitation that, for the moment at least, she ignores. He's always such a tease with her, it only seems right to do the same to him (for as long as her patience will allow, at least). As much as she wants to sink her mouth between his legs and eat her fill, she resists and instead focuses on teasing his breasts, marking them up with her teeth.]
[ Hei isn't noisy; his only vocalizations are the juddering dip in his gasps, something sibilant yet half-laughing. ]
[ With every drag of hard enamel and wet tongue, he feels his skin throb, all pretty pink and red contusions. The flesh around his nipples puckers almost painfully, and a deep pang between his legs makes him press them together, a twitchiness rolling through his hips, building between his thighs and triggering a thin tremor all through him. His body becomes his tortured breasts, the want burgeoning brighter with each bite like a glowing ball of heat. But his nails, skittering up Korra's spine, are almost gentle, a controlled viciousness in the way they sink into the thick meat of her shoulders. ]
[ Somehow, the moments when Korra pauses are the worst (the best?). The heat rising, the tingling like an itch that must somehow find its sweet friction. Hei's breath comes in short sharp pants in time with his quiet hums, and through the haze he can see Korra studying him, eyes bright-blue with mischief. ]
[ He dips a hand down, encircling the base of Korra's cock, as if to get a refresher of the weight and density of it. He may not be as attached to this strange body of hers, with all its vulnerable dangly bits. But he's much more familiar than Korra with the games it can and can't withstand. Almost lazily, he squeezes along the sensitive glans, but only hard enough to make her cock a little plumper, to make Korra squirm and take notice. Rubs his thumb across the damp underside, before he puts pressure on the head, pressing it towards her as he drops his other palm down to cradle her balls for more stimulation. ]
MMPH! [That is a very girlish squeak of surprise and pleasure as Hei begins touching her new & sensitive bits again. Bits which are very, very close to a part of Hei that she's extremely interested in.
Except the thought suddenly occurs to her.] Will the condom fit? I'm...kind of shorter than you are.
[It's your fault her mind has skipped ahead, Hei.]
[ Hei's expression shutters, for a beat, into something like blank alarm. All at once he stills, the arousal already turning to cold glue between his thighs. Part of him wonders if Korra's assumption that they'll fuck, his own hesitance, is about power, if this is about her or about him, but he can't figure out what questions to ask himself. The games and playfulness sidelined, he's both startled-yet-not by the vague feeling of disgust her question stirs in him, but doesn't want to pin down the reason. It's not like he hasn't had penetrative sex before, in his usual body. He's tried anal and found it tolerable, though he's always hated the initial discomfort of being opened up that way, and the messiness and soreness after. He doesn't mind variety. Doesn't mind anything, much, if it's with Korra. ]
[ Still, he hesitates. It's a moment before he coaxes out a small smile. ]
You actually want to ...?
[ He trails off, but it's less dismissiveness than it is uncertainty. ]
[Korra is immediately aware that she Fucked Up. In the heat of the moment, she'd forgotten about his initial discomfort. She waits with baited breath for him to shut down and shove her off. Even when he doesn't, she's not quite able to relax.]
Not if you don't want to! [She's not going to be long in this body, so she wants to try out as much of it as she can, but never to the point that he would be uncomfortable.]
[ 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. ]
[She smiles and presses into him, her kiss eager & excited and grateful all at once.]
Would you feel more comfortable on top? [A little wry, but mostly affectionate. He's mostly doing this to please her, she knows, and she wants to show him how much she appreciates it.]
[ 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, ]
[Korra is not at all shy -- when is she ever? -- at making her pleasure known. She feels almost drunk with it, and throbbing with so much excitement that she obeys his murmured command without any kind of teasing or snarky remark. Her entire body is thrumming like a dog waiting to be let loose on the hunt.]
[ 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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[ 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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[ He exhales a quiet laugh, as her tongue flickers across his fingers. Slowly, he slips two of them into her mouth. His thumb presses against the stubble on Korra's cheek, and he leans in, kisses her around his digits, sloppy and teasing. Then the warmth of her hand is skimming across his skin, and he twitches sharply. Almost jerks away. It catches him by surprise, because up until now he's catapulted himself into sensation -- blind and single-minded. Now that Korra's touching him, it isn't -- it doesn't feel like what he'd thought it would. He stays quiet and contained, only the furious blush on his face giving his disorientation away. ]
[ His hips rock involuntarily -- he's not sure if it's in approval or open rebellion. Forcibly, he reins in the stuttering movement. Takes Korra's hand in his, and shows her, after a moment of fumbling, how to slip two fingers into him, the web between thumb and pointer-finger against the slick bead of his clit. His breath catches in his throat, one hand sliding up to twist in Korra's thick fluffy hair as he squirms. It's almost uncomfortable, with how tight he is. But the tiny hot spasms of his sex, the burn and pressure of her fingers -- it all feels good. It grounds him, and when Hei dips his head to kiss Korra again, it's raw and honest, the self-possession dissolving like rice paper in rain. ]
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"Missed" isn't exactly the right word, though. It's not as though she's been disappointed with the sex they've been having. She is very, very, very attached to his normal body. But she does wish that she could play with this one a bit more often because he feels amazing.]
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[ His body pitches one way then another, eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the sensations. His lips press wet and openmouthed against the hollow of Korra's throat, gnaw the line of her jaw. He hears the saw of his own breathing become louder and more supplicating. ]
I -- I think --
[ More pressure. More friction. More something. He's already halfway to oversensitized, but the urgency in him knots just tighter and tighter and refuses to unravel. ]
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[ Breathlessly, he sprawls across Korra, legs gone lax. His hair is tangled across his face, fine strands stirred by his breath, and a faint summer sweat prickles his skin. Strange, he thinks dimly, how different orgasms are in a girl-body. Like being caught in a riptide, tangled in wires of electric eels, wondering how fast or how slowly they'll let you go. ]
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So what did you think?
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[ But then Korra smoothes his hair, and the softness of the touch makes him tense. Sometimes he still has problems with this ... attention. With this much affection bestowed to him as a person. It's -- better, nowadays, but he still has trouble making it genuine, not faking it so it'll make her happy. ]
[ He licks his lips, then says, almost wryly, ]
I think when I'm back in my real body, I'll feel like I got the short end of the stick.
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You didn't give me a chance to really play with you...
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[ Obligingly, almost placidly, he lets her roll him over. His body feels hot, drained, and that lassitude has now infected his every muscle. Still, the look in his eyes is something dark and wholly wild, as he follows her downward path, past the dark tips of his nipples and the pale slope of his belly, the hard juts of hipbones pressing against skin and the tuft of dark curls nestled low between them. ]
[ With an air of mischief, but no modesty, he lets his legs fan wider open. (It's unnervingly similar to the way he stirs his hips when she's about to give him head.) ]
Aren't you too old for dolls?
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[She never played much with dolls to begin with, honestly, but that's besides the point. She nibbles her way down his neck to his breasts, leaving behind bright red marks and, sometimes, shallow indentations where the skin wasn't quite ready to spring back up just yet. Rough, hard touches, more in line with the way they used to fuck, before she had realized how little she could stop him if things went wrong and became wary of any pleasure too vicious. (A little internalized misogyny of her own, perhaps, in feeling more secure playing rough while in this larger form, even if intellectually she knows it makes almost no difference.)]
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[ Hei cranes his neck to prolong the kiss, sinking his teeth into the plush pillow of her lower-lip. But then she's gone, and he lets his head fall back and his eyes flutter closed, a warm shiver seeping across his skin. ]
[ She can be as rough as she likes. He's taken so much worse, has done so much worse. If she manages to hurt him, he'll be surprised. But he doubts he'll retaliate at his usual level of hair-trigger violence. In the end, everything is about balances, isn't it? Korra's teeth, bluntly vicious, nibble crescents of pain and pleasure down the line of his torso. A lattice of bright, icy-hot anticipation spreads over his ribcage, over the curve of his hips, down to his groin. He realizes his breath is coming in short, shallow sips, and his hands are tangled in the bedclothes, a tight fistful on either side. ]
[ Exhaling, he spiders them out, feeling for Korra. Lets his short nails scratch up the line of her back, thighs flexing, fingers curling. A blatant invitation. ]
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[ With every drag of hard enamel and wet tongue, he feels his skin throb, all pretty pink and red contusions. The flesh around his nipples puckers almost painfully, and a deep pang between his legs makes him press them together, a twitchiness rolling through his hips, building between his thighs and triggering a thin tremor all through him. His body becomes his tortured breasts, the want burgeoning brighter with each bite like a glowing ball of heat. But his nails, skittering up Korra's spine, are almost gentle, a controlled viciousness in the way they sink into the thick meat of her shoulders. ]
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[ He dips a hand down, encircling the base of Korra's cock, as if to get a refresher of the weight and density of it. He may not be as attached to this strange body of hers, with all its vulnerable dangly bits. But he's much more familiar than Korra with the games it can and can't withstand. Almost lazily, he squeezes along the sensitive glans, but only hard enough to make her cock a little plumper, to make Korra squirm and take notice. Rubs his thumb across the damp underside, before he puts pressure on the head, pressing it towards her as he drops his other palm down to cradle her balls for more stimulation. ]
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Except the thought suddenly occurs to her.] Will the condom fit? I'm...kind of shorter than you are.
[It's your fault her mind has skipped ahead, Hei.]
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[ Hei's expression shutters, for a beat, into something like blank alarm. All at once he stills, the arousal already turning to cold glue between his thighs. Part of him wonders if Korra's assumption that they'll fuck, his own hesitance, is about power, if this is about her or about him, but he can't figure out what questions to ask himself. The games and playfulness sidelined, he's both startled-yet-not by the vague feeling of disgust her question stirs in him, but doesn't want to pin down the reason. It's not like he hasn't had penetrative sex before, in his usual body. He's tried anal and found it tolerable, though he's always hated the initial discomfort of being opened up that way, and the messiness and soreness after. He doesn't mind variety. Doesn't mind anything, much, if it's with Korra. ]
[ Still, he hesitates. It's a moment before he coaxes out a small smile. ]
You actually want to ...?
[ He trails off, but it's less dismissiveness than it is uncertainty. ]
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Not if you don't want to! [She's not going to be long in this body, so she wants to try out as much of it as she can, but never to the point that he would be uncomfortable.]
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[ 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. ]
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Would you feel more comfortable on top? [A little wry, but mostly affectionate. He's mostly doing this to please her, she knows, and she wants to show him how much she appreciates it.]
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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.
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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. ]
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