[ He wasn't expecting her to yield without a fight. When has she ever? ]
[ When she slips her hand down into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his cock, it makes his hips jerk and the long muscles in his thighs twitch; makes his breath stutter before he lets it out with a Mmm. His cock tics in her palm, already sticky with anticipation. The more viciously she yanks, the brighter red-hot pulses of pleasure spread over his groin and up his spine. But in the next blink he's snatched up her wrist again, pinning it with the other arm. Lowering his head, he bites her jaw, tongue circling her ear, and sucks the lobe on a messy, needy impulse, tugging it between his teeth. ]
Don't make me tie you down, [ he breathes into her ear, his eyes so dark that pupil and iris are indistinguishable, even this close. It's not a promise so much as a honey-edged threat, though there's nothing sweet in his expression. Crooking his thigh between her legs, he lets it press against her sex -- hard -- the tuft of Korra's hair prickling and scratching his skin as he rocks it back and forth, until a faint smear of her slickness covers him, until she's impatient for more specific kinds of friction. ]
* ^ * oh~
[ When she slips her hand down into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his cock, it makes his hips jerk and the long muscles in his thighs twitch; makes his breath stutter before he lets it out with a Mmm. His cock tics in her palm, already sticky with anticipation. The more viciously she yanks, the brighter red-hot pulses of pleasure spread over his groin and up his spine. But in the next blink he's snatched up her wrist again, pinning it with the other arm. Lowering his head, he bites her jaw, tongue circling her ear, and sucks the lobe on a messy, needy impulse, tugging it between his teeth. ]
Don't make me tie you down, [ he breathes into her ear, his eyes so dark that pupil and iris are indistinguishable, even this close. It's not a promise so much as a honey-edged threat, though there's nothing sweet in his expression. Crooking his thigh between her legs, he lets it press against her sex -- hard -- the tuft of Korra's hair prickling and scratching his skin as he rocks it back and forth, until a faint smear of her slickness covers him, until she's impatient for more specific kinds of friction. ]