[ Those static ideas Korra seems to have. About control, about the differences between taking it and breaking it. ]
[ Propped on an elbow, he watches her appreciatively; the way she's sprawled on her back, legs fanned open and one small hand starfished between them, hair tangled across the pillow. Both their breathing is a raspy in-out in the sunlit stillness. A familiar flush of heat oozes from the base of his spine and begins to spread out over his skin. The first little flutters gnaw at his self-control. But he stays steady, his palm a dead weight riding on top of hers as she strokes herself. Learning her rhythms, her patterns, while the more whimsical part of his mind stays arrested by the sight of her charms in this red streak of morning gleam. ]
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[ Those static ideas Korra seems to have. About control, about the differences between taking it and breaking it. ]
[ Propped on an elbow, he watches her appreciatively; the way she's sprawled on her back, legs fanned open and one small hand starfished between them, hair tangled across the pillow. Both their breathing is a raspy in-out in the sunlit stillness. A familiar flush of heat oozes from the base of his spine and begins to spread out over his skin. The first little flutters gnaw at his self-control. But he stays steady, his palm a dead weight riding on top of hers as she strokes herself. Learning her rhythms, her patterns, while the more whimsical part of his mind stays arrested by the sight of her charms in this red streak of morning gleam. ]