OOM: Curious about Sin

[cook_the_rude]

[[From here]]

The doctor's office is much as it was the last time, with the one difference that one or two of the city views may have been exchanged for languid, sensual 18th century 'harem' scenes.

Dr. Lecter opens the door and leads the way inside.

"Please, do take a seat," he says, gesturing at the couch.

He closes the door, eyes on Sinric.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's soft felt slippers make almost no sound on the floor as he moves to the couch, feeling the doctor's eyes on him always. He keeps his eyes low, unable to keep the blush from his cheeks as he kneels in the couch, his legs tucked neatly under him. "Sir."

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"Please, do remove your clothes so I may see," the doctor says, with a little smile.

Pause.

"And would you rather I remove this thing" -- gesturing at the pale grey suit -- "where you can see me come out of it, or change into a robe in the other room?"

It is a genuine offer, an unbiased choice.

[thewidewideworld]

"I would rather you be as you wish to be." He answers, removing his slippers first and setting them under the couch before standing to remove tunic and light, billowing pants slowly and obediently. "Than be uncomfortable in clothes that ill suit you."

He folds and sets the clothes aside, his hair half falling over his chest like Lady Godiva.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor nods, and briefly steps into the other room which contains, most likely, some small bathing facilities. After no more than a moment, he returns in a silken robe of intricate paisley pattern, held by a black silken belt.

"So much better," he declares, "but this is to be about your body, not mine."

He stands before the couch, observing Sinric's body, then reaching out to brush aside the hair and touch one hard nipple.

"So much more generous than what we men are usually endowed with," he comments, rolling it between his fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

When he returns, Sinric has resumed his position on the couch - kneeling with his legs tucked under him, back straight, eyes down and his hands resting softly on his thighs. Submissive and obedient but very much on display.

"I-" Sinric swallows, confessing softly. "I should like to see your body at some point. If you will permit, sir."

But all speech is lost in a soft gasp as the doctor toys with his nipples. It's hard to imagine them getting harder, the areola textured with goosebumps.

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The doctor runs his finger around the rim of the areola, touching the line of goose-bumps that signify the nipple's full arousal.

"You will," he promises.

His gaze slowly slides down Sinric's body, towards his tiny penis.

With his other hand, he now reaches up to tweak the other nipple.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric bites his lip, failing to hide the moan that tumbles out. Almost a whimper as his little cock begins to stir. Very little at first, the head peeking out as his tiny member engorges.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor kneels before the couch, as if to inspect the tiny cock's reactions very closely; his hands remain on Sinric's breasts, massaging nipples and areolas.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves his hands to his sides, keeping them out of the doctor's way as the doctor examines him. He can't help but lean into the touch, pressing his breasts into the touch.

Slowly, not unlike the snail, his little cock unfurls, filling out and thickening but still some way from anything that could be called hard.

[cook_the_rude]

His hands still rubbing strongly on Sinric's breasts, the doctor bends his neck a little and touches the little snail with his tongue, tasting the tip.

[thewidewideworld]

The sound that comes from Sinric then is a whimper, pure and high. The sweet sound of pleasure and innocent surprise. His skin tastes of his time in the bar - clean water and the faintest traces of soap. His scent lacks the musk of masculinity, more like a woman's clean skin.

[cook_the_rude]

"Spread your legs for me," the doctor says, his lips moving against Sinric's pricklet while his hands keep working his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes, sir." Sinric breathes, spreading his knees, hands half tucked at the small of his back. His body language screams prey, willing sacrifice. In that moment there is little Hannibal could ask of him that he wouldn't give.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal takes one hand away from Sinric's breasts to slide down the length of that little prick, rubbing over the scar before touching the rim of his anus.

"May I put my finger inside you?" he asks.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers again, now almost completely hard. "Please, sir?" He begs. "Please do?" Already he spreads his knees just a little more.

[cook_the_rude]

With a little bottle he takes from the pocket of his robe, the doctor coats his middle finger to slickness, and then slides it inside Sinric's anus, directly aiming for the prostate as if he had done this many, many times.

The slickening substance is slightly cool to the touch.

[thewidewideworld]

The swift and sudden action rips a soft cry from Sinric, his little cock jumping as he fights to keep his posture. "Sir!"

[cook_the_rude]

"So your prostate works just as it should," the doctor says, rubbing it with his finger with purpose. "Good!"

He licks the tip of Sinric's little cock again.

"Sit or lie as it is most comfortable to you," he says, lips moving against it. "Spread your legs as widely as your arousal prompts you to do, too."

[thewidewideworld]

In his secret dreams, the doctor had taken him on this couch. Had bend him over it and used his body with the powerful and commanding stillness that seemed to settle around Dr Lecter.

But not it was happening in the waking world, he couldn't decided which he enjoyed more. He widened his knees, coming up onto his thighs with his rear lifted so that the doctor did not have to bend so to use his mouth. He rocked a little against the onslaught for pleasure from that probing finger as the doctor aroused inside him without hesitation.

His heart and breathing quickened, feeling the first signs of that coming climax he had felt so few times. It was still some way off but growing in him like a thunder storm.

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"Excellent," Dr. Lecter says, his finger moving steadily inside Sinric's body. "If you want something to happen, or to stop, please tell me so immediately."

He takes the tip of Sinric's prickle between his lips, suckling very carefully.

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you... desire my release, sir?" he asks between high, sweet whimpers.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, of course," Dr. Lecter says without letting go. "I must admit I'm curious to see and taste it."

His finger keeps moving; the slick substance has heated up by now.

[thewidewideworld]

"Then please, sir, do not stop. I will..." The words trail off as he works himself back against the doctor's finger.

[cook_the_rude]

"You will deliver your specimen to my tongue," the doctor says, a little chuckle in his voice.

His finger moves in perfect rhythm with Sinric's hips, finding the speed that gives him the most pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has no words for that. Only a drive pleasure and a desire to obey. He works himself onto the doctor's fingers, moaning each breath as the doctor sucks and licks him.

It takes a little while but sure enough, he trembles and whimpers, delivering the desired spurt with a rough sob.

He grips the back of the couch, overworked thigh muscles shaking and jumping.