[ As Hana rides out her orgasm with such ferosity, such intensity - Dick musters the full brunt of his strength to meet her with thrusts of comparable vigor. As she falls apart, limp against the bed, Dick slows his own rhythm in turn before finally sliding out of her. He falls on his ass onto the bed, breathing labored after all the effort spent driving Hana into climax once again. With his palms on the sheets behind him, he leans back and simply looks at Hana, who can't even face him - she's evidently so tired, so disheveled that she can only lie on her stomach as she slowly regains her composure.
Tired himself, Dick's hardness becomes more limp the longer it takes Hana to recover. He pays it no mind, however, as he's aware of how Hana might want to please him in return. He's now so preoccupied with the present moment that, unlike Hana, he doesn't contemplate what awaits them after this encounter. Part of him wonders if he should try to forget this entire thing in the coming days, or... if he should convince her to make this a regular occurrence. Something the two of them can do to mend their brokenness, fill their respective voids... however futile and self-destructive this exercise turns out to be - however much it actually is. ]
How was that, little bunny?
[ He has the nerve to ask, but there's no genuine curiosity. Asking like this is merely a formality at this point... and it's obvious from the lack of passion in his words. It's like Dick calls her that - calls her 'little bunny' - just to pretend there's affection here, to help lull her into that illusion just a little longer. ]
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Tired himself, Dick's hardness becomes more limp the longer it takes Hana to recover. He pays it no mind, however, as he's aware of how Hana might want to please him in return. He's now so preoccupied with the present moment that, unlike Hana, he doesn't contemplate what awaits them after this encounter. Part of him wonders if he should try to forget this entire thing in the coming days, or... if he should convince her to make this a regular occurrence. Something the two of them can do to mend their brokenness, fill their respective voids... however futile and self-destructive this exercise turns out to be - however much it actually is. ]
How was that, little bunny?
[ He has the nerve to ask, but there's no genuine curiosity. Asking like this is merely a formality at this point... and it's obvious from the lack of passion in his words. It's like Dick calls her that - calls her 'little bunny' - just to pretend there's affection here, to help lull her into that illusion just a little longer. ]