[ In the meantime, it suffices to boot up an entirely different console. So to speak. I'll be here all week
And where Hana takes command, Dick utterly welcomes it. Hana's hands clasp his thighs with such authority before spreading them, like she's claiming something she's been entitled to all this time. The awareness of Hana's own comfort - knees squarely positioned on the towels stacked beneath her - puts Dick at greater ease, with him surrendering to the prospect of being taken care of. Yet more of what Hana was insisting, that Dick shouldn't shoulder everything on his own, also means he can't take the lead all the time.
Especially not here.
Not while she already begins teasing him, lips insinuating yet more contact, but never managing more against his cock besides a whisper. ]
Sounds like a superpower I don't have, Hana.
[ He reaches to clear some hair from Hana's face, disheveled as she is fresh off the shower. The gesture becomes him stroking the side of her head, though, with a familiar affection. She'll feel the warmth of his hand on the side of her face, its coarseness as he caresses her cheek and her head above her ear. Even now, especially now, he can't help but regard her with a fondness he once thought missing... once thought irretrievable. No longer believing that, Dick realizes how foolish he's been to deny himself such a good thing, his thoughts once so wrapped in excuses about the greater good.
Because the greater good includes him and Hana. It includes their happiness as much as anyone else's, even if it's on them to sacrifice it. He's begun to wonder if such a sacrifice was even what the world needed, back when they split up. But all the "could haves," "should haves," and "would haves" prove irrelevant. Dick realizes this, too.
Because nothing's better than the now. Than being intertwined with Hana once more, sharing their lives with each other yet again. Not as a repeat of the past, but as a march into the future. A future that Hana readily claims. ]
Not that I need it.
[ As Hana engages in yet more of her teasing, the mere sight of her does get a rise out of Dick. Her gestures suffice to harden him in front of her face, and she need only prod more than she already has to expose his full length-- anxious as it is to now emerge. ]
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I'll be here all weekAnd where Hana takes command, Dick utterly welcomes it. Hana's hands clasp his thighs with such authority before spreading them, like she's claiming something she's been entitled to all this time. The awareness of Hana's own comfort - knees squarely positioned on the towels stacked beneath her - puts Dick at greater ease, with him surrendering to the prospect of being taken care of. Yet more of what Hana was insisting, that Dick shouldn't shoulder everything on his own, also means he can't take the lead all the time.
Especially not here.
Not while she already begins teasing him, lips insinuating yet more contact, but never managing more against his cock besides a whisper. ]
Sounds like a superpower I don't have, Hana.
[ He reaches to clear some hair from Hana's face, disheveled as she is fresh off the shower. The gesture becomes him stroking the side of her head, though, with a familiar affection. She'll feel the warmth of his hand on the side of her face, its coarseness as he caresses her cheek and her head above her ear. Even now, especially now, he can't help but regard her with a fondness he once thought missing... once thought irretrievable. No longer believing that, Dick realizes how foolish he's been to deny himself such a good thing, his thoughts once so wrapped in excuses about the greater good.
Because the greater good includes him and Hana. It includes their happiness as much as anyone else's, even if it's on them to sacrifice it. He's begun to wonder if such a sacrifice was even what the world needed, back when they split up. But all the "could haves," "should haves," and "would haves" prove irrelevant. Dick realizes this, too.
Because nothing's better than the now. Than being intertwined with Hana once more, sharing their lives with each other yet again. Not as a repeat of the past, but as a march into the future. A future that Hana readily claims. ]
Not that I need it.
[ As Hana engages in yet more of her teasing, the mere sight of her does get a rise out of Dick. Her gestures suffice to harden him in front of her face, and she need only prod more than she already has to expose his full length-- anxious as it is to now emerge. ]