[ There's a half-smile as she clamps her legs around him, trapping his hand. In reply he twists his wrist, wedging his hand more comfortably between their bodies. He's slipped two fingers inside her down to the knuckle, and he's bearing down with the heel of his palm, his thumb slipping teasingly across her clit. When he speaks, his voice is soft, his mouth nestled close to her ear. ]

Turns out you're the opposite of what I imagined. You're easy. [ It's murmured between another taste of Korra's mouth, lingering on her bottom lip with his eyes half-closed, feeling his wrist ache as he rubs and coaxes and feels her clench slicky around his fingers. ] Easy to get you hot. Easy to make you come. [ His fingers make squelching noises as he pushes them deeper with each pass of his hand, rubbing now against that spot that always makes Korra rut against his thumb, makes her breathing hitch and her chest shudder so deliciously against him. ]

[ Quietly, he asks, ] You've always been like that?