[ The Plan -- such as it is -- will sink in as he continues. For now, he gathers her in against his chest. Cradles her, rocks her, never stops kissing her. He isn't consciously calming them both down so much as he's simply concentrating on her mouth. He can feel the hear rising up in Korra, steep and fast. Yet he kisses her without any sense of escalation, feeding on her lips and tongue languidly. As if he has all the time in the world. His hands travel down her body, slow soothing whorls that match each patient sipping kiss. His erection remains between them, thudding with pulse, prodding her belly. But it doesn't appear to interest him nearly as much as her mouth. ]
[ It's a long, long time before he ends the kisses. Again, he guides her hand back between her legs. Uses the rhythm she'd shown him earlier, his fingers spreading the slickness across those plump lips and her increasingly twitchy clit, before dipping lower. Slowly, he winds her up to the edge, and again, just before that final flutter, he stops. Repeating the pattern, over and over, seeing how far he can take her without Korra allowing herself to be pushed over. ]
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[ It's a long, long time before he ends the kisses. Again, he guides her hand back between her legs. Uses the rhythm she'd shown him earlier, his fingers spreading the slickness across those plump lips and her increasingly twitchy clit, before dipping lower. Slowly, he winds her up to the edge, and again, just before that final flutter, he stops. Repeating the pattern, over and over, seeing how far he can take her without Korra allowing herself to be pushed over. ]