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. ]
[She should be paying attention to his reactions -- then again, maybe it's good she isn't, because that brittle expression would worry her. As it is, her eyes are closed, her head rolled back, her entire consciousness focused on where he's wrapped around her. Her hands grip his hips, just hanging on for dear life.]
[ Considering how impatient Hei gets when she's riding him, he's grateful that she's behaving. Grateful that he gets some measure of control over this. ]
[ His spine curves as he leans over her, dark hair swaying across their faces, tickling Korra's skin. Licking the corner of her mouth, he studies her, absorbing that blissed-out look on her face. Realizing that this same view, and all the others, are what Korra sees when she's in his place. He continues to roll his hips, toying with angles that work, building up speed and momentum with an increasing looseness, if not ease. There's still a tension, at his core -- dull undifferentiated twinges almost like pain. But there's an enjoyment too, in the feel of her skin, in the slipside of her length, filling and stretching him. ]
[ His breaths catch raggedly in his throat, low sounds muffled behind his sealed lips. No wonder, he thinks, girls get noisy. It's as much to let off pressure as it is to express pleasure. ]
[Right… I should... Her thoughts are disjointed and incomplete, but it finally occurs to her that she can do more than just lie there enjoying herself. Penetration's not enough to get off. Biting his bottom lip, she starts sliding her hand to where their bodies are joined, her thumb seeking out the little nub that will amp up his pleasure.]
[ Korra's thumb slips between their bodies, and Hei's lashes flutter, lips dropping in a small o. The soft cry is jerked out of him, exhaled into her mouth. He begins to rock in earnest now, sometimes pressing himself against her touch, sometimes away, riding her cock with long strokes that almost take her out of him (she slips out twice; he pushes her back in with a single-minded urgency). Warm tingling heat fills his belly. When he sinks down, grinding himself against her pubic bone, it's even better. The bulk of her rubs at something inside him the right way, making him shudder and catch his breath, sequins of sensation dancing behind his eyes. ]
[ He keeps it up as long as he can, a liquid heat filling the pit of his belly, but his muscles grow tired before he gets close. Biting back a hiss of frustration, he moves faster, working the long muscles in his thighs, up and down, up and down, remembering to squeeze her inside, as he counts down silently from one hundred. ]
[ He'll make her come before he reaches one, since his own body is trickier about cooperating. ]
[The fact that she's held out this long is nothing short of a miracle, and no doubt due to the earlier blowjob. She tries to hold her climax back as long as she can, but she doesn't know how to control herself in this body. She chokes, arching into him as the desire shoots out of her. The come forms a pool, trapped between the condom and her penis.
It’s kind of gross, a distant part of her thinks idly. No wonder he's always in a hurry to get it off.]
[ Beneath him, Hei feels Korra tense and ripple; inside him, her cock seems to expand. That's good. She's close. He speeds up, loses count, his muscles tight and on edge, a faint tremor racing along his thighs. When she comes, it's almost like being on a mechanical bull; the force, the bucking arch, as she seizes up and spends. Even through the condom, he feels the shocking heat of her. ]
[ After all that build-up, it seems to happen too fast, and leaves Hei flattened, sagging against the brace of his arms. Panting, struggling to gulp in air so his lungs don't feel clogged, he blinks. He doesn't think he came. Body still buzzing; he's still wet and thrumming down there, Korra's softening cock giving occasional little spasms that make him almost gasp. But the whole world feels so, so strange. ]
[ With more purpose than grace, he rolls off her, their bodies disconnecting with a wet pop. Reaches down to tug the limp, gooey balloon of spunk off Korra's half-hard cock. He wrinkles his nose -- not disgust so much as amusement -- then chucks the remains into the trash. ]
[ Boneless, dazed, he slumps next to her. Shakes the hair off his face in a lazy paroxysm. ] ...Well. [ What else can he say? ]
[It takes great effort for Korra to roll over onto her side to face him; she's so bonelessly satisfied.]
That was incredible. [It doesn't occur to her to ask if he came, since she's never had to before. It's always been pretty obvious.] So that's what it's like for you?
[ 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.
I get that sometimes too. [She scooches closer and puts her hand on top of his, adding the pressure of her thumb to his clit.] Like an outline left after an explosion.
[She settles her head in the crook of his neck and kisses his shoulder.] Did you like it?
[ Against his will, Hei makes a noise almost like a stutter, feeling the pressure of her thumb. Presses himself against her, hips rocking with a lazy sort of concentration. It's a moment before he absorbs her question; it seeps a warmth through him like the weight of her body sprawled close, the wet flutter of her lips at the point of his shoulder. Did you like it? These aren't questions people generally ask Hei; sex is about its utility, not its quality. Every encounter, good or bad, is chalked up as a learning experience, and any potential scars are consigned forcefully into the dark corners of memory. ]
[ His reply comes in the form of a kiss, short and sweet, almost contemplative. Drawing back, he looks into her eyes, the tangle of dark hair over the sunbrowned skin a startling contrast against their white and blue. ]
I liked that it's something I got to try with you.
[ Not earth-shattering raunch, but a quiet revelation. ]
[She has no idea how goofy her pleased smile looks. She hadn't been expecting anything like I loved it or That was the most incredible experience ever. Still, this is even better.
I got to try with you. The words are like a balm to a wound she didn't even realize hurt. She doesn't let herself think too much about the other women Hei might be sleeping with, yet they still lurk in the back of her mind, giving form to her unconscious fears & insecurities. This experience, at least, is completely hers alone.]
[ The gratitude in her eyes catches him by surprise. Heat-hazy as his mind is, it takes him a moment to realize what his words mean to her. He wishes he could explain, that physicality and intimacy are two very different things for him. He can get sex, of every flair and flavor, anywhere in the City. But none of those girls have ever made him feel as if he has dropped something or as if he is ready to drop to the floor himself. With Korra, there is a disorienting sense of nothing mattering in the slightest, no gravity or equilibrium. It's thrilling, and new, and something he wants to clutch to himself like a secret. But it's also something he periodically needs to step away from, so he can maintain objectivity and balance. He'd go insane otherwise. ]
[ He can't say that, though. So instead he leans in to give her a long speaking kiss, tongue curling past her lips, tremoring a gust of tenderness from his mouth to hers. His hips are still stirring minutely, tiny jerks against Korra's thumb. When he comes, it's a long, unbroken ripple; the pleasure paralyzing him and silencing his parted lips. All he can manage is a shivering exhale, his eyelids drooping shut. ]
[Korra hums with satisfaction when she feels him shiver against her. The last piece of the puzzle has fallen into place and she can now step back (metaphorically) and admire te picture. The way he's curled against against her, hands tangled together between his legs. The thin sheen of sweat on his breasts. The way their damp hair tangles together on the pillow. The different-yet-familiar smell of them. Unconsciously she matches the rhythm of her breath to his.]
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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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[ His spine curves as he leans over her, dark hair swaying across their faces, tickling Korra's skin. Licking the corner of her mouth, he studies her, absorbing that blissed-out look on her face. Realizing that this same view, and all the others, are what Korra sees when she's in his place. He continues to roll his hips, toying with angles that work, building up speed and momentum with an increasing looseness, if not ease. There's still a tension, at his core -- dull undifferentiated twinges almost like pain. But there's an enjoyment too, in the feel of her skin, in the slipside of her length, filling and stretching him. ]
[ His breaths catch raggedly in his throat, low sounds muffled behind his sealed lips. No wonder, he thinks, girls get noisy. It's as much to let off pressure as it is to express pleasure. ]
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[ He keeps it up as long as he can, a liquid heat filling the pit of his belly, but his muscles grow tired before he gets close. Biting back a hiss of frustration, he moves faster, working the long muscles in his thighs, up and down, up and down, remembering to squeeze her inside, as he counts down silently from one hundred. ]
[ He'll make her come before he reaches one, since his own body is trickier about cooperating. ]
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It’s kind of gross, a distant part of her thinks idly. No wonder he's always in a hurry to get it off.]
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[ After all that build-up, it seems to happen too fast, and leaves Hei flattened, sagging against the brace of his arms. Panting, struggling to gulp in air so his lungs don't feel clogged, he blinks. He doesn't think he came. Body still buzzing; he's still wet and thrumming down there, Korra's softening cock giving occasional little spasms that make him almost gasp. But the whole world feels so, so strange. ]
[ With more purpose than grace, he rolls off her, their bodies disconnecting with a wet pop. Reaches down to tug the limp, gooey balloon of spunk off Korra's half-hard cock. He wrinkles his nose -- not disgust so much as amusement -- then chucks the remains into the trash. ]
[ Boneless, dazed, he slumps next to her. Shakes the hair off his face in a lazy paroxysm. ] ...Well. [ What else can he say? ]
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That was incredible. [It doesn't occur to her to ask if he came, since she's never had to before. It's always been pretty obvious.] So that's what it's like for you?
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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. ]
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[She settles her head in the crook of his neck and kisses his shoulder.] Did you like it?
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[ His reply comes in the form of a kiss, short and sweet, almost contemplative. Drawing back, he looks into her eyes, the tangle of dark hair over the sunbrowned skin a startling contrast against their white and blue. ]
I liked that it's something I got to try with you.
[ Not earth-shattering raunch, but a quiet revelation. ]
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I got to try with you. The words are like a balm to a wound she didn't even realize hurt. She doesn't let herself think too much about the other women Hei might be sleeping with, yet they still lurk in the back of her mind, giving form to her unconscious fears & insecurities. This experience, at least, is completely hers alone.]
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[ He can't say that, though. So instead he leans in to give her a long speaking kiss, tongue curling past her lips, tremoring a gust of tenderness from his mouth to hers. His hips are still stirring minutely, tiny jerks against Korra's thumb. When he comes, it's a long, unbroken ripple; the pleasure paralyzing him and silencing his parted lips. All he can manage is a shivering exhale, his eyelids drooping shut. ]
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