[ Hei lets her get accustomed to the fullness. With every touch of her hand, a fine fluttering tremor runs through him. With his fingertips, he lightly outlines the slick parameters of her sex, the inner lips, the entrance, before he tugs on the trailing chain. The balls slip loose and skitter across the sheets; wet stains in their wake. He'd like to fuck her with them inside, but if things get rough, he doesn't want to risk jamming them against her cervix and hurting her. ]
[ Carefully, he rolls onto his back again, carrying her around with him. Flushed and tousled, flickers of gold in her dark hair as the sunlight streams behind her. Crazily alluring. Jerking his head up, he catches her in another kiss, holding her there, the fingers of his right hand tangling in her hair. With the other hand, he takes his erection in his fingers, guiding it to the slick place between her thighs. She's so obscenely wet he hears himself slide in. Slow. Slow. The feel of her stretching, inch by inch, to allow him entrance is exquisite. But it's nothing to the vibrations, palpable through the thin membrane that separates them. Dopplering like a second pulse, in counterpoint to Korra's, as the bulk of him fully settles in. ]
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[ Carefully, he rolls onto his back again, carrying her around with him. Flushed and tousled, flickers of gold in her dark hair as the sunlight streams behind her. Crazily alluring. Jerking his head up, he catches her in another kiss, holding her there, the fingers of his right hand tangling in her hair. With the other hand, he takes his erection in his fingers, guiding it to the slick place between her thighs. She's so obscenely wet he hears himself slide in. Slow. Slow. The feel of her stretching, inch by inch, to allow him entrance is exquisite. But it's nothing to the vibrations, palpable through the thin membrane that separates them. Dopplering like a second pulse, in counterpoint to Korra's, as the bulk of him fully settles in. ]
[ Yes. ]