And honestly, Gon didn't mind.
Now, as she knelt beside him on the rug, her fingers deft and teasing, he felt no urge to complain about the direction things were heading.
Dina's hazel eyes glinted with mischief as she rubbed her hand around the tip of his rod, her touch deliberate and knowing.
She had two reasons for the slow, circling motion: one, she wanted to coax those low, shuddering sounds from him, to see the way his jaw tightened with pleasure; and two, she intended to use the slickness gathering at the tip as a natural lubricant for what was to come.
Her fingers slid with practiced ease, spreading the precum down the length of his rod, coating it in a thin sheen that made her hand glide smoothly as she moved up and down in a steady rhythm.
The warmth of her palm against him was electric, each stroke sending a jolt through Gon's frame that made his breath hitch in his throat.
