[ But he does understand. Dear god, does he understand.
But that doesn’t seem to stop him from proceeding, from holding Hana in his arms and fondling her however he pleases - as much as she’s willing to let him. Though it seems that so far, he’s using Hana as some sort of instrument for a vicarious catharsis: the emotional release he would’ve had, would’ve wanted... had it been someone else.
Must be strange that, long after Hana’s resigned herself to that fact, Dick sees her hand covering her mouth and takes it by the adjacent wrist. He needs it out of his way to properly kiss her now, languidly and thoroughly until he feels that he’s tasted enough. That’s not to say that he’s sufficiently sated, of course, as he pulls away from the kiss - briefly biting Hana’s lower lip as he distances himself - and ventures downward.
He’d been hovering over her to touch and kiss her, after all, so he has the leeway to move backwards on the bed and finally stop once his head’s looking down between Hana’s legs. In all their shameful fooling around, Hana’s long since lost her underwear, her sex now exposed for Dick’s perusal. He pulls one of Hana’s hands down, leading her fingers to her folds as an implicit command to spread them open. ]
That’ll do, little bunny.
[ Believe it or not, he wants to hear her moan. He wants to see, hear, and fell the effect he has on her... but the fact that it’s her, Hana Song, doesn’t seem to matter.
If it’ll be enough to offset everything else in the back of his mind... he’ll take it. There’s nothing more that he needs.
At least he puts his tongue to good use, then, its tip delicately circling Hana’s clit as he’s got his arms wrapped around her thighs.
Despite his apparent focus on Hana’s pleasure... Dick never bothers to look up at her. With the whites of his mask concealing the direction of his gaze, it’s even harder to tell if he’s looking for signs of her pleasure - her approval - on her face. Maybe hearing me is enough, she might tell herself... but by now, she’d know better than to believe that. ]
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But that doesn’t seem to stop him from proceeding, from holding Hana in his arms and fondling her however he pleases - as much as she’s willing to let him. Though it seems that so far, he’s using Hana as some sort of instrument for a vicarious catharsis: the emotional release he would’ve had, would’ve wanted... had it been someone else.
Must be strange that, long after Hana’s resigned herself to that fact, Dick sees her hand covering her mouth and takes it by the adjacent wrist. He needs it out of his way to properly kiss her now, languidly and thoroughly until he feels that he’s tasted enough. That’s not to say that he’s sufficiently sated, of course, as he pulls away from the kiss - briefly biting Hana’s lower lip as he distances himself - and ventures downward.
He’d been hovering over her to touch and kiss her, after all, so he has the leeway to move backwards on the bed and finally stop once his head’s looking down between Hana’s legs. In all their shameful fooling around, Hana’s long since lost her underwear, her sex now exposed for Dick’s perusal. He pulls one of Hana’s hands down, leading her fingers to her folds as an implicit command to spread them open. ]
That’ll do, little bunny.
[ Believe it or not, he wants to hear her moan. He wants to see, hear, and fell the effect he has on her... but the fact that it’s her, Hana Song, doesn’t seem to matter.
If it’ll be enough to offset everything else in the back of his mind... he’ll take it. There’s nothing more that he needs.
At least he puts his tongue to good use, then, its tip delicately circling Hana’s clit as he’s got his arms wrapped around her thighs.
Despite his apparent focus on Hana’s pleasure... Dick never bothers to look up at her. With the whites of his mask concealing the direction of his gaze, it’s even harder to tell if he’s looking for signs of her pleasure - her approval - on her face. Maybe hearing me is enough, she might tell herself... but by now, she’d know better than to believe that. ]