[ It happens in stages solid enough to map -- although realistically it's just a few seconds. His head tips back against the lip of the tub, throat taut, whole body sharp all over -- ridges of ribs and rise of veins -- and he comes into the palm of her hand, slick and pearly white over their twined fingers even as he keeps her fist moving, showing her how to ease him through with longer, slower strokes. There’s a flush on the arc of his cheekbones now, his hair damp on his forehead and mouth red and swollen; he's almost breathless, but he seems -- satisfied. ]
[ Humming, he circles her tighter with one arm as if there's a remote possibility of her pulling away. Kisses her again -- not tender but rough, her lip sucked up beneath his teeth, feeling her pulse there, letting the kiss wrap them up in a prolonged moment of silence broken only by his gasping breaths and the bubbling water. ]
[ The lull is a deceptive one. He wonders if Korra can sense the energy of impending motion simmering under his skin. ]
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[ Humming, he circles her tighter with one arm as if there's a remote possibility of her pulling away. Kisses her again -- not tender but rough, her lip sucked up beneath his teeth, feeling her pulse there, letting the kiss wrap them up in a prolonged moment of silence broken only by his gasping breaths and the bubbling water. ]
[ The lull is a deceptive one. He wonders if Korra can sense the energy of impending motion simmering under his skin. ]