[ Yeah, Dick's not gonna presume to be the most fluent, here. But at least he knows enough to be intelligible, to allow his feelings to reach her regardless. It's why he smiles, still, in self-deprecating awareness of what is - at best - a competent grasp of the language. He just hopes the effort comes off as sweet, Dick smiling more at Hana's words in reply. Best to stick to his forte, though, consciously switching back to English.
As Hana takes command of the bottle for a moment, only to guide Dick's hand to where she needs it to go, he hardly relents. Why bother, when she leads him right where he wants to be? The warmth within her hits him like a distant memory suddenly vivified, his fingers palpating a wetness of a different sort between Hana's legs. A thicker texture than water, to be sure, that goads his venturesome hand into further action... into running three fingers against her slit, fingertips palpating her folds while only slightly breaching the opening. As if to understand what he's up against before enacting a plan of attack. ]
This'll keep things consistent, trust me.
As the "universal solvent," water would get rid of any friction that you provide, uh... naturally.
[ There's no delicate way of putting it, is there? ]
And don't worry about the heat. The city's under occupation, not run down.
[ From that, he resists a laugh. What he doesn't resist is a compulsion to act the moment he witnesses the reddening of Hana's complexion. He claims the bottle for himself, coating the fingers he'd just been touching her with in some lube. After shutting the cape and placing it on the floor beside an adjacent wall, Dick steps forward. To see Hana so flustered for once, it being a rare sight since they left each other, Dick can only close the lingering distance between them. Pushing Hana, however gently, to the wall. Against it. ]
Oh, I'll do more than kiss you, Hana.
Just watch.
[ With a hand planted on one of Hana's biceps, Dick holds her steady, feeling no urgency to outright pin her to the wall. At least... not yet.
Rather, he leans in for a kiss, suspecting it to be enough that he starts to make out with her, pressing his lips against hers with a want he's desperate to sate. His free hand reaches between her legs, the same hand that had felt her up before... and below, it reintroduces itself. Reminds Hana of what she'd only gotten a taste of, though now there's no risk of it all smoothening under the water's influence. Now, with fingers coated in lube, Dick already sinks three inside her. Betting, without much proof, that Hana's now aroused enough to accommodate this much.
It's a willingness for trial and error that he definitely didn't have at the start of the evening. But when it's clear that he can fit enough of himself inside her, three fingers snug in their encroachment upon her walls, he musters the repeated flick of his wrist. He comes at Hana from below with this abrupt yet consistent force, concussive as he fills her with each reentry of his fingers. At the apex of his hand's thrusts, he taps what's most sensitive within her, fingertips groping it with calculated pressure. Before and after, his movements invigorate the nerves framing her slit, such that entry and reentry keep her on her toes.
All while Dick traps her in a deep and languid kiss, emblematic of their mutual longing. At this point, the cold of the shower wall might not matter to Hana, who finds herself utterly preoccupied on two fronts, the warmth of Dick's touch now abundant in each. ]
As above, so below.
[ Yes, he finds time to mutter that between kisses. It's the last thing he says before getting his tongue involved in the action, lapping up Hana's, enticing it to reply in kind. ]
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As Hana takes command of the bottle for a moment, only to guide Dick's hand to where she needs it to go, he hardly relents. Why bother, when she leads him right where he wants to be? The warmth within her hits him like a distant memory suddenly vivified, his fingers palpating a wetness of a different sort between Hana's legs. A thicker texture than water, to be sure, that goads his venturesome hand into further action... into running three fingers against her slit, fingertips palpating her folds while only slightly breaching the opening. As if to understand what he's up against before enacting a plan of attack. ]
This'll keep things consistent, trust me.
As the "universal solvent," water would get rid of any friction that you provide, uh... naturally.
[ There's no delicate way of putting it, is there? ]
And don't worry about the heat. The city's under occupation, not run down.
[ From that, he resists a laugh. What he doesn't resist is a compulsion to act the moment he witnesses the reddening of Hana's complexion. He claims the bottle for himself, coating the fingers he'd just been touching her with in some lube. After shutting the cape and placing it on the floor beside an adjacent wall, Dick steps forward. To see Hana so flustered for once, it being a rare sight since they left each other, Dick can only close the lingering distance between them. Pushing Hana, however gently, to the wall. Against it. ]
Oh, I'll do more than kiss you, Hana.
Just watch.
[ With a hand planted on one of Hana's biceps, Dick holds her steady, feeling no urgency to outright pin her to the wall. At least... not yet.
Rather, he leans in for a kiss, suspecting it to be enough that he starts to make out with her, pressing his lips against hers with a want he's desperate to sate. His free hand reaches between her legs, the same hand that had felt her up before... and below, it reintroduces itself. Reminds Hana of what she'd only gotten a taste of, though now there's no risk of it all smoothening under the water's influence. Now, with fingers coated in lube, Dick already sinks three inside her. Betting, without much proof, that Hana's now aroused enough to accommodate this much.
It's a willingness for trial and error that he definitely didn't have at the start of the evening. But when it's clear that he can fit enough of himself inside her, three fingers snug in their encroachment upon her walls, he musters the repeated flick of his wrist. He comes at Hana from below with this abrupt yet consistent force, concussive as he fills her with each reentry of his fingers. At the apex of his hand's thrusts, he taps what's most sensitive within her, fingertips groping it with calculated pressure. Before and after, his movements invigorate the nerves framing her slit, such that entry and reentry keep her on her toes.
All while Dick traps her in a deep and languid kiss, emblematic of their mutual longing. At this point, the cold of the shower wall might not matter to Hana, who finds herself utterly preoccupied on two fronts, the warmth of Dick's touch now abundant in each. ]
As above, so below.
[ Yes, he finds time to mutter that between kisses. It's the last thing he says before getting his tongue involved in the action, lapping up Hana's, enticing it to reply in kind. ]