[ And Dick doesn't think less of her for it. But maybe that's only because he's not really thinking of her, period. The thrusts of Dick's hips are relentless, ever-increasing in force and vigor as if he's chasing after his next catharsis. He wants this, all of this... even if it's not Hana he'd rather be doing it with. With so much of his mind now preoccupied with the sensations at hand, Dick has little reason to complain.
He's certain that if he maintains a consistent rhythm, he'll edge Hana closer and closer to climax. He's confident, after all, that he has enough stamina to outlast her - to put her through the ringer a second time even before he finishes. So Dick continues on without fail, hardening inside her as the thought of making her come sooner than he will goads him on. Hana can hear him shudder slightly, breath quivering as he navigates the fog of his own arousal. Though by now, it's obvious that Dick's only using Hana for her body, the effect she has on him his undeniable. He's committed to seeing to it that Hana finishes once again before he does, but he permits himself to enjoy her body, to enjoy her tightness around his length as he thrusts on and on.
Even if there's that going for Hana, and only that... maybe it's enough.
It's certainly enough for Dick.
Still, this might not be the healthiest coping mechanism. It's probably the least healthy, if Dick was honest with himself.
Yet he feels this is what he needs. Otherwise, what's left? A pit, for sure - a void without feeling, or purpose, or meaning. And it'll consume him otherwise.
But once the dust settles, and Dick inevitably comes to terms with the hand he'd been dealt to make this night happen, the people he's had to lose...
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He's certain that if he maintains a consistent rhythm, he'll edge Hana closer and closer to climax. He's confident, after all, that he has enough stamina to outlast her - to put her through the ringer a second time even before he finishes. So Dick continues on without fail, hardening inside her as the thought of making her come sooner than he will goads him on. Hana can hear him shudder slightly, breath quivering as he navigates the fog of his own arousal. Though by now, it's obvious that Dick's only using Hana for her body, the effect she has on him his undeniable. He's committed to seeing to it that Hana finishes once again before he does, but he permits himself to enjoy her body, to enjoy her tightness around his length as he thrusts on and on.
Even if there's that going for Hana, and only that... maybe it's enough.
It's certainly enough for Dick.
Still, this might not be the healthiest coping mechanism. It's probably the least healthy, if Dick was honest with himself.
Yet he feels this is what he needs. Otherwise, what's left? A pit, for sure - a void without feeling, or purpose, or meaning. And it'll consume him otherwise.
But once the dust settles, and Dick inevitably comes to terms with the hand he'd been dealt to make this night happen, the people he's had to lose...
He'll never forgive himself. ]