[ She’d be right to worry. Dick was never like Bruce, but the man did raise him. And that showed in Dick’s own dedication to the mission, which compelled him to spiral into a state of obsessive determination towards a particular goal. The Titans have seen it, the Outsiders have seen it, Overwatch has seen it… and now the Insurgency, most of all, has seen it. Especially under such desperate times, when all of Dick’s talents and skills have been put to the test, spreading him thin and depleting him into the state Hana first witnessed earlier this past evening. It might be a relief, then, to see so much of that come undone, utterly remedied by her presence.
There’s a lot left to undo and a lot left to unlearn, but Dick clearly doesn’t resent that fact. Especially now while his fingers, still inside her, approach with a greater wherewithal, greater access availed by the slight spreading of Hana’s legs as she lifts one off the floor. Her adjustment tempts Dick to seize her here, manhandle her to turn around and let him finger her from behind while she grips the wall… but then he hears her words. “Don’t stop until I say so,” she says. ]
You’re the boss.
[ Truly, her command only causes him to grin in delight, Dick having been assigned the task of seeing this through before he can entertain other ideas. No skin off his back, obviously. Not when seeing Hana come undone this way is a pleasure in itself. Not when it’s so gratifying to watch her body shift against his every thrust, giving way to the sheer force of his every moment: each flick of his wrist and propulsion of his arm that compels Hana to see stars. To lose her presence of mind while Dick, like a battering ram, pummels against her defenses relentlessly.
Even while she seizes him, her own impressive determination powering her grip on his cock. Dick understands the feeling, here, the desire to reciprocate. It even warms his heart. But he wants to make it known that it’s not her turn, yet.
So his arm moves faster. His hand hits harder. And his fingers penetrate deeper.
All to see how far he can take Hana before she finally collapses under the weight of so much pleasure. Sensations Dick can only imagine, but has no reason to doubt. ]
Wait your turn, kid.
[ There he is, trying to pacify her sneaky fumbling in her own language. ]
no subject
There’s a lot left to undo and a lot left to unlearn, but Dick clearly doesn’t resent that fact. Especially now while his fingers, still inside her, approach with a greater wherewithal, greater access availed by the slight spreading of Hana’s legs as she lifts one off the floor. Her adjustment tempts Dick to seize her here, manhandle her to turn around and let him finger her from behind while she grips the wall… but then he hears her words. “Don’t stop until I say so,” she says. ]
You’re the boss.
[ Truly, her command only causes him to grin in delight, Dick having been assigned the task of seeing this through before he can entertain other ideas. No skin off his back, obviously. Not when seeing Hana come undone this way is a pleasure in itself. Not when it’s so gratifying to watch her body shift against his every thrust, giving way to the sheer force of his every moment: each flick of his wrist and propulsion of his arm that compels Hana to see stars. To lose her presence of mind while Dick, like a battering ram, pummels against her defenses relentlessly.
Even while she seizes him, her own impressive determination powering her grip on his cock. Dick understands the feeling, here, the desire to reciprocate. It even warms his heart. But he wants to make it known that it’s not her turn, yet.
So his arm moves faster. His hand hits harder. And his fingers penetrate deeper.
All to see how far he can take Hana before she finally collapses under the weight of so much pleasure. Sensations Dick can only imagine, but has no reason to doubt. ]
Wait your turn, kid.
[ There he is, trying to pacify her sneaky fumbling in her own language. ]