( she laughs. it's a soft, gentle kind of thing, built on her endless affections and also just - the happiness in knowing someone like how she knows mako, getting to be with him in intimacy. it's not heavy, like you'd expect. their emotions are entwined like the crossroads of life, but emotions were never their issues - it was, mostly, an issue with trust on korra's side. less mako's fault. there's no room for doubt between them now, and there's this air of friendly mischief that settles, tossing out the dark, emotional effects that generally come along with sleeping with your ex. he's more than just her ex, she reasons. he's her best friend. he's - exactly who she'll always come back to, at the end of all things, because he's stuck a flag in her life and made himself a constant, stable thing.
her hands encircle her breasts, squeezing once. )
Yeah, but this is a lot more fun, don't you think?
( hands remove themselves, flattening on the broad heights of his chest. korra basically never thinks about anything before she does it, so - she didn't exactly have a plan of action, in binding him up. she can feel it was the right decision regardless, from the rising landscape nestled between her legs. she moves to undo the bindings of her pants, drawstrings pulled loose. there's a little bit of a fumble, while she rids herself of her pants, and it's probably abundantly obvious - mako was her first time, but he was also her last time. there hasn't been room for anyone else in her life, and even asami is. a new thing. not a fleshed out or sexual thing. not like how it ( probably ) was for mako.
she's going to go ahead and not think about that, though. korra halves herself, bare breasts pushed against his chest, while she steals another kiss off his lips, fleeting and innocent in comparison. her head tilts in interest. )
It's not too tight? I've never had to worry about hurting someone, before.
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( he yearns to reach for her. cup her breasts, kiss the dusky peaks of her nipples. she's not a small person by any means, but she's small to him, and something in the way she comports herself always made him want to protect her. he knows, of all the people in the world she needs it the least. but that's what makes him feel she also needs it the most. anyway, it's maybe his oldest instinct, not just for korra but in general. he defines himself by who he can shield, and he's always been willing to put himself between her and danger.
their previous attempts (and successes, too) at lovemaking had been soft and sweet and gentle. a little playful, with the both of them stopping to laugh themselves silly and breathless at all the strange noises skin makes when it's slapped wetly against other skin. he never felt like he needed to perform with her — which was a little how he felt with asami — because korra just wanted him. for all that they would erupt into fighting whenever one of them opened their mouth, the physicality of a relationship came easy to them. like they were just made to fit, tailored to all the recesses of each other's bodies.
this is. different. but he's not against the idea, just. aware of her, how she moves, how she holds herself. his gaze traces the soft outline of her breasts and when she squeezes them his breath hitches in his chest. his breathing only gets more erratic when she takes her pants off, and. yeah. he can tell by the way she does it, the slip and fumble of her hands that it's probably been a while. but she was his last, too, and he'd be in the same boat trying to undress himself. )
I think that depends on your definition of 'fun'.
( not a protest. just a retort. but then korra leans down against him, molding herself to him and he forgets that words exist. her skin is soft, her muscle unyielding beneath it, and she smells familiar, salt-sweat and whatever's in her shampoo, and the heat of her body is a welcome one. spirits, he missed this. more than he can possibly say. he missed this, missed her.)
Just — maybe the left one a little.
( his arm's better than it was, but it'll hurt him to have it up over his head for any significant length of time. he's willing to cope with it, but. korra would be more upset at making him suffer than he would be comfortable with the suffering, and that makes it worth it to say aloud. )
( honestly, she didn't even think about his arm, despite the obvious scar on it, so it's a blessing mako discloses that much in her. she wants to waterbend the pain away immediately, kiss his wound and the palm of his hand, thank him endlessly for his sacrifice in saving them. instead, she meets him with a little look, soft and absolutely loving, eyes squinting at him momentarily. )
Hm.
( new plan. she sits back up, hands in front of her, rebending the metal off the headboard, and wrapping back around his wrists, now free from being held over the top of his head. she bends the whole thing forward, pulling his wrists towards her, and the physically forcing them down to rest on his belly, just above where korra sits nearly naked on his hips.
she lets her hips circles his a few times. dirty talk has this way of always sounding playful, jovial off her tongue - now is really no different. )
You better be good, or I'll stick you on the headboard again. ( yeah. she can't help but laugh, even if it's laced with arousal. she sets one hand down on his chest, flicking his nipple. ) No touch.
( not that she wouldn't love to feel his hands on her - she has a stark enjoyment of all things physical. but, she remembers little hints of mako, little ways he'd keen into her when she'd get demanding or bossy, how he liked having her thighs pinning him to the bed, her fingers squeezing ever so slightly around his throat, the way she told him no when he asked if he could come. small things, building a bigger truth. when she was younger, she had no clue what to do with it, really - but now she's grown, and has some designs of her own.
she really doesn't want to admit how often she's thought about it.
her mouth lays over top his again, tongue diving in to taste him. making the moment a little more seedy, so that when she pulls back and says ) I'm going to sit here. ( and props up his chin to show what here means, it's less likely to be perceived as a joke. she is serious. and unless mako tells her no, she's going for it. )
( the rub of her thighs above his still-clothed hips makes him swallow hard, and although he desperately wants to reach for her, tuck his fingers in the fold of her lips and rub those same slow circles into her clit (bless asami for teaching him all about that, honestly) he just. laces his fingers neatly together instead, knuckles whitening with the effort of it all.
no touch. being a cop has made him incredibly good at following orders. most of the time. though when she kisses him he does arch up into her, biting her bottom lip (albeit softly) as she pulls away. his dick is hard in his pants, chafing against the good wool of his uniform, he does roll his hips a little upwards just for the sensation of friction. no touching, see?
it takes him a few seconds to catch her meaning, but then he's nodding immediate agreement. )
Yeah. Please. Korra —
( he can't even finish the statement. please, korra. he doesn't realize how big a turn-on it is, but he eagerly shimmies himself a bit lower on the bed to make it easier for her, so she can grip the headboard above him. )
( 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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her hands encircle her breasts, squeezing once. )
Yeah, but this is a lot more fun, don't you think?
( hands remove themselves, flattening on the broad heights of his chest. korra basically never thinks about anything before she does it, so - she didn't exactly have a plan of action, in binding him up. she can feel it was the right decision regardless, from the rising landscape nestled between her legs. she moves to undo the bindings of her pants, drawstrings pulled loose. there's a little bit of a fumble, while she rids herself of her pants, and it's probably abundantly obvious - mako was her first time, but he was also her last time. there hasn't been room for anyone else in her life, and even asami is. a new thing. not a fleshed out or sexual thing. not like how it ( probably ) was for mako.
she's going to go ahead and not think about that, though. korra halves herself, bare breasts pushed against his chest, while she steals another kiss off his lips, fleeting and innocent in comparison. her head tilts in interest. )
It's not too tight? I've never had to worry about hurting someone, before.
someone has to invent the industry. he just straight up writes avatar fanfic
their previous attempts (and successes, too) at lovemaking had been soft and sweet and gentle. a little playful, with the both of them stopping to laugh themselves silly and breathless at all the strange noises skin makes when it's slapped wetly against other skin. he never felt like he needed to perform with her — which was a little how he felt with asami — because korra just wanted him. for all that they would erupt into fighting whenever one of them opened their mouth, the physicality of a relationship came easy to them. like they were just made to fit, tailored to all the recesses of each other's bodies.
this is. different. but he's not against the idea, just. aware of her, how she moves, how she holds herself. his gaze traces the soft outline of her breasts and when she squeezes them his breath hitches in his chest. his breathing only gets more erratic when she takes her pants off, and. yeah. he can tell by the way she does it, the slip and fumble of her hands that it's probably been a while. but she was his last, too, and he'd be in the same boat trying to undress himself. )
I think that depends on your definition of 'fun'.
( not a protest. just a retort. but then korra leans down against him, molding herself to him and he forgets that words exist. her skin is soft, her muscle unyielding beneath it, and she smells familiar, salt-sweat and whatever's in her shampoo, and the heat of her body is a welcome one. spirits, he missed this. more than he can possibly say. he missed this, missed her.)
Just — maybe the left one a little.
( his arm's better than it was, but it'll hurt him to have it up over his head for any significant length of time. he's willing to cope with it, but. korra would be more upset at making him suffer than he would be comfortable with the suffering, and that makes it worth it to say aloud. )
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Hm.
( new plan. she sits back up, hands in front of her, rebending the metal off the headboard, and wrapping back around his wrists, now free from being held over the top of his head. she bends the whole thing forward, pulling his wrists towards her, and the physically forcing them down to rest on his belly, just above where korra sits nearly naked on his hips.
she lets her hips circles his a few times. dirty talk has this way of always sounding playful, jovial off her tongue - now is really no different. )
You better be good, or I'll stick you on the headboard again. ( yeah. she can't help but laugh, even if it's laced with arousal. she sets one hand down on his chest, flicking his nipple. ) No touch.
( not that she wouldn't love to feel his hands on her - she has a stark enjoyment of all things physical. but, she remembers little hints of mako, little ways he'd keen into her when she'd get demanding or bossy, how he liked having her thighs pinning him to the bed, her fingers squeezing ever so slightly around his throat, the way she told him no when he asked if he could come. small things, building a bigger truth. when she was younger, she had no clue what to do with it, really - but now she's grown, and has some designs of her own.
she really doesn't want to admit how often she's thought about it.
her mouth lays over top his again, tongue diving in to taste him. making the moment a little more seedy, so that when she pulls back and says ) I'm going to sit here. ( and props up his chin to show what here means, it's less likely to be perceived as a joke. she is serious. and unless mako tells her no, she's going for it. )
so many kinks so little time
no touch. being a cop has made him incredibly good at following orders. most of the time. though when she kisses him he does arch up into her, biting her bottom lip (albeit softly) as she pulls away. his dick is hard in his pants, chafing against the good wool of his uniform, he does roll his hips a little upwards just for the sensation of friction. no touching, see?
it takes him a few seconds to catch her meaning, but then he's nodding immediate agreement. )
Yeah. Please. Korra —
( he can't even finish the statement. please, korra. he doesn't realize how big a turn-on it is, but he eagerly shimmies himself a bit lower on the bed to make it easier for her, so she can grip the headboard above him. )
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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?