[ The pressure's building. Hana sees to that, noting the tension utterly radiating from Dick's body. He's like a fortress made of stress waiting to crumble as the cracks and fissures form on its foundations-- a bridge waiting to collapse, a boiler waiting to explode. Whatever he is, Dick's succumbing to the pressure induced by every one of Hana's efforts. Nude and on her knees in front of him, she presents a sight that keeps him upright and taut in her hand, susceptible to every stroke of her hand and suck of her lips. Every gesture serves to take him closer and closer to a pressure he can no longer withstand, a center that cannot hold. ]

I... I don't think there's a single world where I'd ever underestimate you.

[ Least of all here. Because that's pretty much the most he can say, the most words he can even think to say, as every pleasing sensation accumulates. Hana, in her unrelenting care, only takes Dick closer and closer to the inevitable. He feels it, too, anticipation building as clusters of nerves below his waist radiate with pleasure. The writing's on the wall, here, every sign pointing to the culmination of Hana's efforts. Dick's legs stiffen, every muscle tensing as he shudders in the pleasure of release, which he anticipates with gritted teeth. Desperately, he clutches Hana's shoulder, muttering, ]

Hana, please-- I'm almost--

[ He can't even finish his thought before he properly finishes, seed finally bursting from his tip. However Hana chooses to collect it all, there's now a haphazard array on her skin, scattering on her face and chest. The culmination, indeed, of so much tension. Evident not only in the amount, but in how far some of it flew. It's almost a little embarrassing to consider, Dick chuckling nervously at his own dishevelment-- the immensity of his own relief. ]

Okay.

[ Spent, he collapses into his gamer chair, crossing his arms behind his head to provide a makeshift cushion. ]

You wanted Play of the Game? Because you sure as hell got it.