[ And fortunately, Hana prefers to build than destroy. To bring hope. Dick can expect as much as she tends to him, every longing sigh past her lips and every move she makes was with the hope she'd bring him to a fond memory. Back when things were good – where now... they can be better if they allow it.

Both of her hands find a home on his thighs, fingers dancing against his body to ease her motions. It was clear she doesn't know when to leave well enough alone and just settle on somewhere. Can you blame her? She wants it all – she wants him and she'd do things that feel dangerous even in the security of his little mancave to have it.

This isn't the time to hold back. Every second could be the last before his comms buzz him out for another mission or some certain monkey pings her OW device. Her mouth found a home to his shaft, deeper and deeper until she feels the resistance of his tip prodding the back of her throat. His pleads are the only thing that makes her pull back at the wrong time – where she's hit right against her cheeks usually peppered with pink warpaint.

Hana got only a few spurts against her lips, where she tongues away for a sweet treat and her panting seat between his legs feels natural at this point. ]

H-Hah... yeah? Glad to hear I still – nnn, still got it.

[ Her hand's up to thumb away at his seed from her jawline, a few smears on her collarbone is a poor way to wipe her reward away but – ]

Thanks for not making too much of a mess, but... this is nice, huh?