( she could pretty much give up the ghost right away, relent, let mako touch her, because even the short jumps of his rolling hips take her breath away, and momentarily split her causes between two different ends. in her heart of hearts, though, she knows. patience was a tool she learned to help her mediate, to take time to allow her body to heal - patience is what she needs, to make their lovemaking sweeter. mako doesn't need to get off, he needs to feel needed, needs to feel his offerings are directly related to korra's pleasure. shouldn't be hard to convince him of that much, since they are. submission is a beautiful thing, but trust is a sunrise on the still kiss of water, never reaching full mast but lingering in that eternal moment of natural beauty. mako giving her this is a gift, and she'll reward him in full.
she scoots forward, sits on his chest. basically, she's a little too involved at this point to remove herself again, so she just rips her underwear off at the hip parts, tossing the useless material aside. )
Not a word!
( she imagines he'll tease her. and honestly - korra cracks a grin. she probably earned it. rather than allowing him the chance, korra reaches behind herself, cupping her hand around his cock, over the material of his pants, giving him a firm squeeze. )
Focus on it. ( easy instruction. her hand pumps a few times, gaze watching mako's face. ) I'm not going to touch you again for awhile, so take what you can get.
( it's a lot of talk from someone who'd do literally anything for him, least of all give him a handjob, but. you know. she's trying this domming thing on for size, seeing how she likes the fit. it's another breath later that she takes her hand away, pulling herself up on her knees.
a thumb props his chin, sliding against his lips. )
Open.
( once he follows instruction, she goes through the necessary movements of getting her knees on either side of his head, fingers clutching the headboard and the side of mako's head alike. one second of maintaining courage, and she lowers herself onto him, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she goes. )
( it's the words that do it, more than the action. focus on it. mako closes his eyes, teeth catching at his bottom lip. his brow is furrowed, and his hips twitch upwards into her hand, the ministrations of which are woefully short. he actually lets out his breath in a soft whine of sound when she pulls her hand away. he's about to open his mouth to complain — actually complain, when the touch of her thumb is against his parted lips.
he would trust her with anything. life, love, ruination. he would die for her without question and his only real regret would be only doing it once. it costs him nothing to obey. so he does as she asks, and the reward is.
limitless. she lowers herself down and not only is the visual probably the best thing he's ever seen in a sexual context (his dick twitches, hard, and trying not to move beyond that is suddenly something that takes the entirety of his concentration) but the heat, the pressure of her thighs. the absolute submission of what she's asking him to do. he raises his hands up half off his stomach because the urge to just touch her is so overwhelming he literally can't do or think of anything else. his hands are still bound, so all this results in is him laying the length of his forearms along her back, fingers twisting to leave gentle pressure along her spine.
he noses up against her lips, tongue darting out to part them. he's always loved the way she tastes. the frustration of not being able to use his hands is... considerable, but that just means he has to get creative. he tongues her clit, waiting for the telltale tremble of her thighs when he's doing it just how she likes. then he taps his fingers against her shoulder, nails dragging faintly down. not a word? well, he doesn't need them to tell her harder.)
( korra isn't one to conceal how she's feeling, really - the crust of the earth can feel the echoing clamor of her anger from all reaches of the world whenever it stirs up inside her like an angry pot of boiling water. sex isn't much different. maybe if this was undiscovered territory with someone she didn't know half as well as mako - maybe then she'd find some restraint, some embarrassment in showing him the very soul fabric of her being. but. it's mako, see. she knows mako sometimes better than she knows her own heart, when she's being confusing and difficult and pissing off everyone in the general vicinity, there's a stability that comes with mako. even if he says the wrong thing, or gets mad at her, or they end up throwing fists or kisses instead of talking it out. he always tries. she can always count on him for that.
he's trying now, too. just because he's succeeding, doesn't lessen the effort it takes to do - all this.
she gasps when his tongue parts her, this hot and languid thing, familiarity found in the way he moves against her in a way she found she liked. he knows it without being told, although maybe it's because he was told countless times before - given strict, sure instruction, following after it like a good cop on the beat. )
Just like that. Feels amazing, Mako.
( a stuttered laugh falls right out of her heart as he tugs her down - the smile doesn't go anywhere, teetering off to the side while she ducks it into her shoulder. she gives him the weight that he wants, more pressure as she loosens the muscles in her thighs. both her hands slide through the hair at the top of his head and fist somewhat roughly into it. the added weight means he won't have as much free range to move around, but korra doesn't really want him to have that, anyway. his tongue's out, and korra rocks herself back against his mouth, the wet folds of her lips ground back against his chin, like she's sitting on something a little further south. )
I like the color of your eyes. Keep them on me, okay? ( hers are locked hard on his, making sure he follows that instruction. ) Don't close them. Don't close them.
( she bites her tongue, sits with a little more insistence on him. )
I want your tongue inside me. Okay? You'll do that for me, won't you?
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she scoots forward, sits on his chest. basically, she's a little too involved at this point to remove herself again, so she just rips her underwear off at the hip parts, tossing the useless material aside. )
Not a word!
( she imagines he'll tease her. and honestly - korra cracks a grin. she probably earned it. rather than allowing him the chance, korra reaches behind herself, cupping her hand around his cock, over the material of his pants, giving him a firm squeeze. )
Focus on it. ( easy instruction. her hand pumps a few times, gaze watching mako's face. ) I'm not going to touch you again for awhile, so take what you can get.
( it's a lot of talk from someone who'd do literally anything for him, least of all give him a handjob, but. you know. she's trying this domming thing on for size, seeing how she likes the fit. it's another breath later that she takes her hand away, pulling herself up on her knees.
a thumb props his chin, sliding against his lips. )
Open.
( once he follows instruction, she goes through the necessary movements of getting her knees on either side of his head, fingers clutching the headboard and the side of mako's head alike. one second of maintaining courage, and she lowers herself onto him, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she goes. )
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he would trust her with anything. life, love, ruination. he would die for her without question and his only real regret would be only doing it once. it costs him nothing to obey. so he does as she asks, and the reward is.
limitless. she lowers herself down and not only is the visual probably the best thing he's ever seen in a sexual context (his dick twitches, hard, and trying not to move beyond that is suddenly something that takes the entirety of his concentration) but the heat, the pressure of her thighs. the absolute submission of what she's asking him to do. he raises his hands up half off his stomach because the urge to just touch her is so overwhelming he literally can't do or think of anything else. his hands are still bound, so all this results in is him laying the length of his forearms along her back, fingers twisting to leave gentle pressure along her spine.
he noses up against her lips, tongue darting out to part them. he's always loved the way she tastes. the frustration of not being able to use his hands is... considerable, but that just means he has to get creative. he tongues her clit, waiting for the telltale tremble of her thighs when he's doing it just how she likes. then he taps his fingers against her shoulder, nails dragging faintly down. not a word? well, he doesn't need them to tell her harder. )
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he's trying now, too. just because he's succeeding, doesn't lessen the effort it takes to do - all this.
she gasps when his tongue parts her, this hot and languid thing, familiarity found in the way he moves against her in a way she found she liked. he knows it without being told, although maybe it's because he was told countless times before - given strict, sure instruction, following after it like a good cop on the beat. )
Just like that. Feels amazing, Mako.
( a stuttered laugh falls right out of her heart as he tugs her down - the smile doesn't go anywhere, teetering off to the side while she ducks it into her shoulder. she gives him the weight that he wants, more pressure as she loosens the muscles in her thighs. both her hands slide through the hair at the top of his head and fist somewhat roughly into it. the added weight means he won't have as much free range to move around, but korra doesn't really want him to have that, anyway. his tongue's out, and korra rocks herself back against his mouth, the wet folds of her lips ground back against his chin, like she's sitting on something a little further south. )
I like the color of your eyes. Keep them on me, okay? ( hers are locked hard on his, making sure he follows that instruction. ) Don't close them. Don't close them.
( she bites her tongue, sits with a little more insistence on him. )
I want your tongue inside me. Okay? You'll do that for me, won't you?