...he window sill onto the floor with his back against the wall. Positioning himself in just the right way, Mako can turn his head to look back at Air Temple Island without over straining his neck. Anxiously loosening his pants, the last thing he wants is Bolin to find him like this, Mako frees his aching member into the crisp night air. That alone elicits a gasp of pleasure, imagining that it was actually Korra using her waterbending on him.
Wrapping his left hand around himself, Mako begins to pump it up and down with images of him and Korra flooding his mind. He wants to hold her so badly, to have his hands on her small waist, and whisper "Korra" into her ear. Then, if the spirits blessed him enough for once in his life, Korra would whisper not his name but "Please". Mako shivers at the thought, pleasure creeping up his spine. He knows exactly how he'd like to hear her say the word too. Sultry, a light hint of teasing, and desperately begging him. Yes... Begging him to please touch her, to bring her closer to him.
Mako moans through his teeth, trying to stay as silent as he can. Bolin should still be in the gym doing a late post-game workout, but Mako doesn't know when his younger brother will be coming to bed. Korra floods back into his mind, shoving out any thought of Bolin discovering his older sibling in a compromising position. Beautiful, sexy, wild Korra. What would she be like in bed, Ma...