( he has two opposing thoughts, one right after the other.
the first is that he should stay still, make an effort to be airy and light and not too forceful, because this might be the last time mako ever kisses him, ever wants to, and he should savor the flavor on his tongue, taste the smoke and burn of his kisses and commit it to memory. but, his shoulder devil echoes, it might be the last time. the last time. shouldn't dick try to take what he can get, while it's being offered? before their mouths part and mako fits back into his bad cop role, distinguishing the rights and the wrongs of kissing a masked criminal.
he kisses back, then. more impassioned than ever before, not airy the way it's been in the past, more akin to mako's home element than anything else. hands frame his cheeks, cupping him, drawing him in. his tongue darts out and licks across the thin line of mako's lip, saying some open sesame spell to dive inside the hidden turn of his mouth, map out the area on the plush point of his tongue. he tastes the defiance on mako's teeth, and the demand of his own, sinking down on mako's lower lip, a little fiercely.
it's easy, then - classic airbender technique. evade and defend. his leg slides easily between mako's, hooking back around his calf, using the hold to spin and pin him against the wall with a resounding thunk. dick doesn't put enough space in between them to ever break their kiss. needing to break away for air is more of an issue for mako than it is for him.)
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the first is that he should stay still, make an effort to be airy and light and not too forceful, because this might be the last time mako ever kisses him, ever wants to, and he should savor the flavor on his tongue, taste the smoke and burn of his kisses and commit it to memory. but, his shoulder devil echoes, it might be the last time. the last time. shouldn't dick try to take what he can get, while it's being offered? before their mouths part and mako fits back into his bad cop role, distinguishing the rights and the wrongs of kissing a masked criminal.
he kisses back, then. more impassioned than ever before, not airy the way it's been in the past, more akin to mako's home element than anything else. hands frame his cheeks, cupping him, drawing him in. his tongue darts out and licks across the thin line of mako's lip, saying some open sesame spell to dive inside the hidden turn of his mouth, map out the area on the plush point of his tongue. he tastes the defiance on mako's teeth, and the demand of his own, sinking down on mako's lower lip, a little fiercely.
it's easy, then - classic airbender technique. evade and defend. his leg slides easily between mako's, hooking back around his calf, using the hold to spin and pin him against the wall with a resounding thunk. dick doesn't put enough space in between them to ever break their kiss. needing to break away for air is more of an issue for mako than it is for him.)