[ He lets off a soft snort, brushing the tousled hair out of her eyes. There are a lot of descriptors he's heard applied to himself. Pretty is not one of them. ]
[ To Korra, simply: ]
It's worth a try.
[ He's smiling at her, evident more in his gaze than his expression. One hand tucked behind his head, he reaches with the other between her thighs, the middle finger working in where her splayed sex meets his own taut skin. Perched across him, the dark of her hair is like a quiet burnt halo falling around their faces. Bright eyes and swollen lips, a reddish flush to her skin; she's all sleek and ripe and juicy -- a peach cut open and all the sweetness squeezed out here. ]
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[ To Korra, simply: ]
It's worth a try.
[ He's smiling at her, evident more in his gaze than his expression. One hand tucked behind his head, he reaches with the other between her thighs, the middle finger working in where her splayed sex meets his own taut skin. Perched across him, the dark of her hair is like a quiet burnt halo falling around their faces. Bright eyes and swollen lips, a reddish flush to her skin; she's all sleek and ripe and juicy -- a peach cut open and all the sweetness squeezed out here. ]