[ They both did what they needed to do for their cities. For their people. For themselves. What would Hana do if she believed being D.Va was all glitz and glamour? Meka Squad had been there from the start to be a beacon of hope for the world... and yes, that took marketing and propaganda – but that fades away with the spotlight grows on a different force. Hana took what she learned from Dick seriously, she bettered herself and honed her own attentions to doing well.
Years of it, and now... she's feeling selfish. For one night, she welcomes him to re-open the closed chapters of their stories. Her insides greet him with a tightness, as if refusing to let him go until she dubs the terms worthy. It takes a balance to truly hold herself against him to try and deliver something else in return.
Each jolt of pleasure that courses through her body nearly sends her tumbling over, but he has her. Secure and swimming in her own desires. The seconds tick by, lost in the steam of the shower where she feels she's been pounding into relentlessly for hours. The driving force makes her sigh, makes her whimper stubbornly as if trying to make this last longer.
He stops her in her tracks from giving too much of a lead on jerking him off in return. The childish pout of annoyance rolls off her lips soon after, why? Because she's close and his denial makes her focus on how his fingers invade her – how they know where to hit to bring her over the edge.
Hana's orgasm comes in a sharp cry – where she finally puts her foot back on the ground to balance herself, knees tremble and her thighs clamp on either side of his hand. ]
S-Stop, stop, stop... fuck.
[ She hates that she came so quickly, flushed features clear as she tilts her head up to look at him with a narrowed gaze. He didn't need to doubt how hard her orgasm was, how it still lingers on her limbs and if he remained inside of her – her walls kiss and squeeze onto him.
All she can do is pant, before those lips curl up into a shy grin. ]
G-Getting your practice in... not bad. Not bad at all. Was worried you'd turn into a button smasher...
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Years of it, and now... she's feeling selfish. For one night, she welcomes him to re-open the closed chapters of their stories. Her insides greet him with a tightness, as if refusing to let him go until she dubs the terms worthy. It takes a balance to truly hold herself against him to try and deliver something else in return.
Each jolt of pleasure that courses through her body nearly sends her tumbling over, but he has her. Secure and swimming in her own desires. The seconds tick by, lost in the steam of the shower where she feels she's been pounding into relentlessly for hours. The driving force makes her sigh, makes her whimper stubbornly as if trying to make this last longer.
He stops her in her tracks from giving too much of a lead on jerking him off in return. The childish pout of annoyance rolls off her lips soon after, why? Because she's close and his denial makes her focus on how his fingers invade her – how they know where to hit to bring her over the edge.
Hana's orgasm comes in a sharp cry – where she finally puts her foot back on the ground to balance herself, knees tremble and her thighs clamp on either side of his hand. ]
S-Stop, stop, stop... fuck.
[ She hates that she came so quickly, flushed features clear as she tilts her head up to look at him with a narrowed gaze. He didn't need to doubt how hard her orgasm was, how it still lingers on her limbs and if he remained inside of her – her walls kiss and squeeze onto him.
All she can do is pant, before those lips curl up into a shy grin. ]
G-Getting your practice in... not bad. Not bad at all. Was worried you'd turn into a button smasher...
[ Good lord, Hana. ]