[ 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. ]
[Korra doesn't see or hear him; her eyes fly back when she pops inside, her voice crying out. It feels like she's being choked; he's so tight down there that he could probably rip her dick off if she pulled out too fast. And yet it takes all of her self-control not to thrust all of the way in.
Fuck. If this is what it feels like, no wonder he likes to pound her so hard. She gains a new respect for his restraint. Or will, when she can spare the brainpower for respect.]
[ She cries out, and a dizzying dip in Hei's chest reminds him to breathe. He's not sure if it's excitement or uncertainty. Rising up slightly, hands braced on Korra's chest, he lowers himself again, taking her a little deeper inside. His inner muscles contract sharply -- almost painfully. His eyes flutter closed, lips parted as he scoops in air. He can feel the energy vibrating under Korra's muscles. Knows the thrilling tension that must be locked in her chest, her groin, her mind. He's felt it enough times with her -- the desire to strain close, to buck, to let himself be enveloped balls-deep. ]
[ It makes him pause, mostly to get himself under control, though his face betrays no pain. He leans forward, supporting himself on one pale arm, to look at what they are doing. His hand encircles Korra's shaft, guiding it deeper to its target. ]
Oh...
[ It's breathed out in a rush, as if he's remembering something. With a sigh, he lowers himself a little more. Rolls his hips, a languid circle like a dancer's, easing deeper each time, the taut thigh muscles bunching and flexing. It's a strange sensation, being filled with something so hot, hard, alive. Almost too much to take at first. A sharp twitch feeds at his core, and he can feel his inner muscles rippling around Korra. Still, he stays absolutely focused on taking her whole cock in, controlling her completely until he's saddled on her hips, only the barest hint of the root of her cock showing between his splayed thighs. ]
[ A soft Mm bubbles out of him, both reassuring and strangely absent. His fingers fan out across Korra's ribcage as he leans in, lips feathering warm and wet over hers. There is a burning twinge of pain, some angles achingly awkward, but there is also a warm full feeling. Exhaling shakily, Hei stirs again, until he's snugged down the final half-inch, his body resting on the perch of Korra's groin. If it hurts, he doesn't show it. His expression doesn't betray any pleasure either, if there is that. His look is almost one of concentration, lower lip caught between white teeth. ]
[ Is this, he wonders, how it feels for Korra? Tight and stretched yet so hungry. He wants to ask, but there's no way to segue into it. All he can do is breathe, unmoving, slick muscles contracting all along her shaft. ]
[ When he sets a rhythm, it's exquisitely controlled. Patient, not yet building, his hips rocking in a loose swivel instead of up and down. The brittle mask is still in place, but there's a smile glinting at the edge of his mouth. ]
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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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Fuck. If this is what it feels like, no wonder he likes to pound her so hard. She gains a new respect for his restraint. Or will, when she can spare the brainpower for respect.]
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[ It makes him pause, mostly to get himself under control, though his face betrays no pain. He leans forward, supporting himself on one pale arm, to look at what they are doing. His hand encircles Korra's shaft, guiding it deeper to its target. ]
Oh...
[ It's breathed out in a rush, as if he's remembering something. With a sigh, he lowers himself a little more. Rolls his hips, a languid circle like a dancer's, easing deeper each time, the taut thigh muscles bunching and flexing. It's a strange sensation, being filled with something so hot, hard, alive. Almost too much to take at first. A sharp twitch feeds at his core, and he can feel his inner muscles rippling around Korra. Still, he stays absolutely focused on taking her whole cock in, controlling her completely until he's saddled on her hips, only the barest hint of the root of her cock showing between his splayed thighs. ]
Okay?
[ His words are aching but the tone is steady. ]
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Yeah. [She's breathless and pleased.] I should... be asking you that...
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[ Is this, he wonders, how it feels for Korra? Tight and stretched yet so hungry. He wants to ask, but there's no way to segue into it. All he can do is breathe, unmoving, slick muscles contracting all along her shaft. ]
[ When he sets a rhythm, it's exquisitely controlled. Patient, not yet building, his hips rocking in a loose swivel instead of up and down. The brittle mask is still in place, but there's a smile glinting at the edge of his mouth. ]
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