[ To make his intentions all the more conspicuous, the next thrust of his hand proves a tad more powerful, fingers sliding against her walls with greater force. The gesture is singular. Abrupt. An outlier in the otherwise gentle, consistent, and exploratory movements with which his fingers began... and to which they return to. Whatever response he elicits from this maneuver, Dick can only laugh smugly, relishing in the clear effect that he has on her. There's a simple, almost wholesome joy he takes in knowing they can still share this, despite any lingering hang-ups. Despite the overwhelming instinct to stay guarded that he can neither fault himself nor Hana for.
No, it's something they're actively working to mitigate... together. For however long it takes, however close they must become once more to get used to each other. Because the time and distance between them, behind them, is powerful. More powerful than the waters that threatened to drown Hana, and more powerful than any force Deathstroke could muster against Dick.
Perhaps the only thing more powerful is Dick's desire to earrn the "Play of the Game." Which seems to be on his mind in the way Hana's unfurled against his ministrations, her body succumbing to the accumulating sensations he brings forth. Between Dick's body and the wall, Hana's effectively sandwiched into a secure position, smothered as she is by their exchange of kisses above... and the pummeling from Dick's fingers below. With no need to hold her steady by her bicep any further, Dick's newly freed hand appraises the smoothness of Hana's nearest breast, lathered as it still is in soap. His hand glides against her skin despite the pressure it gives, incidentally pinning her to the wall with every forward motion of his fondling. ]
Don't sweat it, Hana. Everyone needs a refresher sometime.
[ It's upon saying this that he plants a kiss on Hana's neck, before tilting his head to whisper in her ear. ]
Won't be long before I have to play catch-up, myself.
[ Seriously. Hana just has the luxury of occupying the hot seat, beholden to all Dick's so eager to give. But reciprocity's inevitable, and she can remember how Dick behaves on the receiving end. Maybe, from remembering this in his own way, Dick's motivated to give her the fingerbanging of her life. The first of many he intends to surpass. That's why his motions below are unceasing, wrist flicking and fingers curling to compound the intensity of his encroachments. Three fingers fill Hana, indeed reaching her in ways her own hands can't. Chalk it up to the way Dick's hands simply dwarf Hana's in size and length, as she's certainly repeating the benefits of that difference. And where his motions were smooth and steady before, the aggression of that singular abrupt motion becomes the norm, the muscles of his arm and shoulders visibly tensing from the strain.
Yet in the ease of his breathing, the serenity of his expression, this isn't the most he can expend. And in whatever way Hana must then shift her body to adjust and accommodate this deluge of vivified sensations... Dick will oblige. Anything to reacquaint Hana with that familiar precipice left woefully neglected by their separation. ]
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[ To make his intentions all the more conspicuous, the next thrust of his hand proves a tad more powerful, fingers sliding against her walls with greater force. The gesture is singular. Abrupt. An outlier in the otherwise gentle, consistent, and exploratory movements with which his fingers began... and to which they return to. Whatever response he elicits from this maneuver, Dick can only laugh smugly, relishing in the clear effect that he has on her. There's a simple, almost wholesome joy he takes in knowing they can still share this, despite any lingering hang-ups. Despite the overwhelming instinct to stay guarded that he can neither fault himself nor Hana for.
No, it's something they're actively working to mitigate... together. For however long it takes, however close they must become once more to get used to each other. Because the time and distance between them, behind them, is powerful. More powerful than the waters that threatened to drown Hana, and more powerful than any force Deathstroke could muster against Dick.
Perhaps the only thing more powerful is Dick's desire to earrn the "Play of the Game." Which seems to be on his mind in the way Hana's unfurled against his ministrations, her body succumbing to the accumulating sensations he brings forth. Between Dick's body and the wall, Hana's effectively sandwiched into a secure position, smothered as she is by their exchange of kisses above... and the pummeling from Dick's fingers below. With no need to hold her steady by her bicep any further, Dick's newly freed hand appraises the smoothness of Hana's nearest breast, lathered as it still is in soap. His hand glides against her skin despite the pressure it gives, incidentally pinning her to the wall with every forward motion of his fondling. ]
Don't sweat it, Hana. Everyone needs a refresher sometime.
[ It's upon saying this that he plants a kiss on Hana's neck, before tilting his head to whisper in her ear. ]
Won't be long before I have to play catch-up, myself.
[ Seriously. Hana just has the luxury of occupying the hot seat, beholden to all Dick's so eager to give. But reciprocity's inevitable, and she can remember how Dick behaves on the receiving end. Maybe, from remembering this in his own way, Dick's motivated to give her the fingerbanging of her life. The first of many he intends to surpass. That's why his motions below are unceasing, wrist flicking and fingers curling to compound the intensity of his encroachments. Three fingers fill Hana, indeed reaching her in ways her own hands can't. Chalk it up to the way Dick's hands simply dwarf Hana's in size and length, as she's certainly repeating the benefits of that difference. And where his motions were smooth and steady before, the aggression of that singular abrupt motion becomes the norm, the muscles of his arm and shoulders visibly tensing from the strain.
Yet in the ease of his breathing, the serenity of his expression, this isn't the most he can expend. And in whatever way Hana must then shift her body to adjust and accommodate this deluge of vivified sensations... Dick will oblige. Anything to reacquaint Hana with that familiar precipice left woefully neglected by their separation. ]