[ She might not deserve him, but it goes both ways: he doesn’t deserve her. The fact Dick has even resorted to this is proof enough of his own pathetic nature - how thoroughly dependent he’s become on the gratification of a lover’s touch. It’s enough to make him want to punch his own reflection whenever he looks in the mirror, but... now’s obviously not the time. Not when he can continue distracting himself with Hana’s body, eyes lustfully regarding her pained and disheveled condition with an eager yearning.
He needs a moment to let Hana’s words sink in - the fact that despite everything, she manages to continue wanting this in spite of herself. ]
Turn around... on your knees.
[ That’s all Dick offers as a sort of affirmation as he waits for Hana to follow his command. Once she does so, Dick doesn’t even hesitate as he makes his way inside, his girth filling in the space his fingers had paved moments before. He might not seem as invested in Hana’s emotional well-being, but he’s at least careful upon entry, starting slow before the momentum inevitably builds. His hips, after all, begin thrusting ceaselessly the more intense the sensations become. Like this, with Hana’s back facing him, Dick doesn’t even have to look at her, or recognize that it is her, as he reaches to press his palm against Hana’s back and hold her down.
Yet he continues to look at her - and the more he does, the more he imagines someone else in her place. Which is why she’ll feel him harder against her walls, full brunt of his force the longer he goes at it. He can look at her as much he wants, growing eager with anticipation and excitement... as long as he doesn’t have to see her face. ]
no subject
He needs a moment to let Hana’s words sink in - the fact that despite everything, she manages to continue wanting this in spite of herself. ]
Turn around... on your knees.
[ That’s all Dick offers as a sort of affirmation as he waits for Hana to follow his command. Once she does so, Dick doesn’t even hesitate as he makes his way inside, his girth filling in the space his fingers had paved moments before. He might not seem as invested in Hana’s emotional well-being, but he’s at least careful upon entry, starting slow before the momentum inevitably builds. His hips, after all, begin thrusting ceaselessly the more intense the sensations become. Like this, with Hana’s back facing him, Dick doesn’t even have to look at her, or recognize that it is her, as he reaches to press his palm against Hana’s back and hold her down.
Yet he continues to look at her - and the more he does, the more he imagines someone else in her place. Which is why she’ll feel him harder against her walls, full brunt of his force the longer he goes at it. He can look at her as much he wants, growing eager with anticipation and excitement... as long as he doesn’t have to see her face. ]