[ Admittedly, Dick's gotten a little too carried away. Hard to blame him, though, for deriving a lot of satisfaction from watching Hana fall apart to his handiwork. Fingers unceasing as every incessant thrust guided her closer and closer to her own orgasm, which caused her to cease up right before him. When she implores him to stop, he merely stills his hand, fingers motionless within her walls. He wants to watch her climb down from the peak of her climax, watch breathing so frenzied and erratic become slow in the denouement of her pleasure. As soon as that passes, Dick pulls his fingers out.
Slowly.
Letting her sensitive slit feel every last inch of his fingers before they escape. ]
There. Play of the Game.
[ He can't let Hana get away with a shitty gamer joke without offering one of his own.
He's also just all too smug while watching Hana recover from said "play," looking down at her shy grin with a more satisfied grin of his own. ]
I'm rusty, but not too rusty.
Just hope I can say the same for you.
[ As if there's any actual doubt.
The shower water still patters down on them both, but it's become clear that they're both well past the need to clean themselves... for now. Drenched, Dick finds that while Gotham isn't dilapidated or ruinous, he can stand to conserve water in general. So as soon as he's relinquished himself from all his intimate contact with Hana, hands now free, he turns to shut off the shower. Because Dick wears a neutral expression, it might be clear to Hana that this isn't a preamble to something else, per se. This is far from a "fun time's over" sort of gesture. ]
I think that's enough showering for a while, don't you?
Besides. There's more to this place than just this if you wanna continue the tour.
[ He has to step back a bit to reach around the corner for towels, stored among the adjacent cabinets. After returning to offer one to Hana, Dick dries off then secures the towel around his waist. With something of a nonchalant, slightly comical grin, he shrugs in Hana's direction, saying one word that he knows will suffice as an explanation: ]
no subject
Slowly.
Letting her sensitive slit feel every last inch of his fingers before they escape. ]
There. Play of the Game.
[ He can't let Hana get away with a shitty gamer joke without offering one of his own.
He's also just all too smug while watching Hana recover from said "play," looking down at her shy grin with a more satisfied grin of his own. ]
I'm rusty, but not too rusty.
Just hope I can say the same for you.
[ As if there's any actual doubt.
The shower water still patters down on them both, but it's become clear that they're both well past the need to clean themselves... for now. Drenched, Dick finds that while Gotham isn't dilapidated or ruinous, he can stand to conserve water in general. So as soon as he's relinquished himself from all his intimate contact with Hana, hands now free, he turns to shut off the shower. Because Dick wears a neutral expression, it might be clear to Hana that this isn't a preamble to something else, per se. This is far from a "fun time's over" sort of gesture. ]
I think that's enough showering for a while, don't you?
Besides. There's more to this place than just this if you wanna continue the tour.
[ He has to step back a bit to reach around the corner for towels, stored among the adjacent cabinets. After returning to offer one to Hana, Dick dries off then secures the towel around his waist. With something of a nonchalant, slightly comical grin, he shrugs in Hana's direction, saying one word that he knows will suffice as an explanation: ]
PS6.