( 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.)
( dick knocks the breath from his lungs but he doesn't mind the burn, he just. takes it. one hand knotted up in dick's hair, the other (his left) at his hip. the kiss is. well, it's unusual. he's never kissed anyone close to being as tall as him, and they're both rough and unshaven, and while other people taking the lead on him is pretty much his normal, it's different somehow when a man does it. he feels like he should, like he needs to kick back more.
but dick is still fragile, still healing, and even though mako wants to shove him, push him back to the bed, make him rest he just doesn't have it in him. his grip stays loose and easy and gentle, and he doesn't do much more than make a mild noise of protest when dick bites him. )
( it's in dick's nature to not know his limits. as far as he's concerned, they don't exist - the second he starts doubting his capabilities is the second he stops improving, stops becoming better than what society would dictate him as. although, society thinks he's a nonbender, so. there's a little give and take there. the point is that all his muscles ache and hiss and burn, even after the avatar's healing, and with their mouths parted and kisses no longer serving as a distraction, he groans in pain, resting his forehead down on mako's shoulder. )
Damnit.
( he'd be better at this is he were healthy, or in a better space of mind. he's kissed girls before - barbie and kori, girls he loved and he lost individually - and there was that one time he experimented with wally, because boys will be boys will be boys. but. obviously, things are different, with mako. he's pretty sure he'll be embarrassed by this abysmal display later, but for now he just wraps his arms around mako, making himself a little small but just as strong, hugging him fiercely. )
( he has no idea what brought that about, but mako makes space for the hug, arms lifted sort of awkwardly out of the way. he drops one hand down against dick's hair and lets the other cradle his shoulders. )
Come on, let's get you back to bed.
( dick isn't meant or made to be still. energy is explosive in him, an agitation in the air. but he nearly died, and that's as sure a sign as any to take things slow and careful and easy. mako sort of... ushers him towards it. )
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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.)
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but dick is still fragile, still healing, and even though mako wants to shove him, push him back to the bed, make him rest he just doesn't have it in him. his grip stays loose and easy and gentle, and he doesn't do much more than make a mild noise of protest when dick bites him. )
Hey. Easy.
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Damnit.
( he'd be better at this is he were healthy, or in a better space of mind. he's kissed girls before - barbie and kori, girls he loved and he lost individually - and there was that one time he experimented with wally, because boys will be boys will be boys. but. obviously, things are different, with mako. he's pretty sure he'll be embarrassed by this abysmal display later, but for now he just wraps his arms around mako, making himself a little small but just as strong, hugging him fiercely. )
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Come on, let's get you back to bed.
( dick isn't meant or made to be still. energy is explosive in him, an agitation in the air. but he nearly died, and that's as sure a sign as any to take things slow and careful and easy. mako sort of... ushers him towards it. )
I'll get some food.