[ Hei lets her take the condom, pushing his face to the side of Korra's throat and letting his hard breath stir her hair. Rivulets of pre-cum ooze around her stroking fingers. He can practically taste the ache to be inside her, his muscles and erection stinging with want, thick and blood-filled, like a runner's stitch. When she starts talking, out of the blue, he lets off a low hum, both irritated and weakly questioning. Weak-kneed? Jesus fuck -- like he's a teenager all over again, struggling forcefully, desperately, with UB-001's standard-issue underwear that first time, making strangled, soft noises of desperation into her giggling mouth, her green strands of hair sticking everywhere -- but no, this is -- different. ]
[ Stranger. ]
[ Lifting his head, he nudges his mouth against hers, kisses printed between breathy, frustrated little gasps. Eventually, ] Lube, not -- goopy stuff. [ It occurs to him that she might want to try the other option, and the idea turns his muscles into a greedy tensile steel. Rocking his hips lightly against hers, he lets his teeth catch her upper-lip. Murmuring, amidst little bites, ] If you don't have that, coconut oil works too.
[ His condoms are generally polyurethane, not latex; the oil would only degrade the latter. And he doubts she'd trust him enough (or is it the other way around?) to bareback it. ]
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[ Stranger. ]
[ Lifting his head, he nudges his mouth against hers, kisses printed between breathy, frustrated little gasps. Eventually, ] Lube, not -- goopy stuff. [ It occurs to him that she might want to try the other option, and the idea turns his muscles into a greedy tensile steel. Rocking his hips lightly against hers, he lets his teeth catch her upper-lip. Murmuring, amidst little bites, ] If you don't have that, coconut oil works too.
[ His condoms are generally polyurethane, not latex; the oil would only degrade the latter. And he doubts she'd trust him enough (or is it the other way around?) to bareback it. ]