He grins then, an expression rarely seen on his face, one that makes years fade from his eyes, and he slides a hand up the side of Joyce's body. His palm cups one breast, fingers twisting at her nipple and he says, "Yeah, I think I can do that."

While there are plenty of things Hopper has fucked up in his life, he's at least never had complaints in bed.

Shifting, he slips one hand under Joyce's thigh, tugging her leg up before he takes hold of himself. With the head of his cock, he teases her a bit, rubbing himself against her clit, the wet skin of her cunt, before pressing inside just the slightest bit.