[ The gratitude in her eyes catches him by surprise. Heat-hazy as his mind is, it takes him a moment to realize what his words mean to her. He wishes he could explain, that physicality and intimacy are two very different things for him. He can get sex, of every flair and flavor, anywhere in the City. But none of those girls have ever made him feel as if he has dropped something or as if he is ready to drop to the floor himself. With Korra, there is a disorienting sense of nothing mattering in the slightest, no gravity or equilibrium. It's thrilling, and new, and something he wants to clutch to himself like a secret. But it's also something he periodically needs to step away from, so he can maintain objectivity and balance. He'd go insane otherwise. ]
[ He can't say that, though. So instead he leans in to give her a long speaking kiss, tongue curling past her lips, tremoring a gust of tenderness from his mouth to hers. His hips are still stirring minutely, tiny jerks against Korra's thumb. When he comes, it's a long, unbroken ripple; the pleasure paralyzing him and silencing his parted lips. All he can manage is a shivering exhale, his eyelids drooping shut. ]
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[ He can't say that, though. So instead he leans in to give her a long speaking kiss, tongue curling past her lips, tremoring a gust of tenderness from his mouth to hers. His hips are still stirring minutely, tiny jerks against Korra's thumb. When he comes, it's a long, unbroken ripple; the pleasure paralyzing him and silencing his parted lips. All he can manage is a shivering exhale, his eyelids drooping shut. ]