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]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

"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.

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter works him right through his orgasm, and only takes his hand away when Sinric is completely done.

He licks his lips in deep concentration, then sniffs at his finger before wiping it with a wet tissue he pulls from his pocket as well.

His other hand, having now left Sinric's breast, goes to his thigh and strokes the jumping muscles like those of a nervous horse.

"Lie back," he says. "Stretch out, relax, be comfortable and relish the aftershocks."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and obeys, making himself comfortable on the couch as his frantic heart and hurried breathing slows bit by bit.

No matter how often Athelstan and Ragnar give him this pleasure, he has still by no means become accustomed to the feeling. Too intense, too surreal and too overwhelming. It takes him quite some time to come back to himself fully, feeling a gnawing guilt that he has done nothing to offer the doctor pleasure in return, failing in what he sees as his duty.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor is sitting on the floor, on his haunches, almost formally; his maroon eyes are on Sinric, and he is running a finger along the length of Sinric's limbs and body, touching both breasts and genitals again, as if to observe how they return to their resting state.

[thewidewideworld]

The little touches makes him shudder softly, his body still highly sensitized. "Sir?" He asks, his voice a little rough. "Is there some pleasure I may offer you?"

[cook_the_rude]

"No, it's fine," the doctor says. "I feel privileged for having not only witnessed this, but brought it about. You don't have to do anythings; just relax. If you want something, say so, and you'll have it."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric blushes again, biting his lip to find the words to express his desire. "I would like very much to pleasure you, sir. With my mouth or my body, whichever you would prefer?"

[cook_the_rude]

"What do you like about pleasuring a man?" the doctor asks, tilting his head at Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

"There is accomplishment is bringing pleasure, in finding ways to please and heighten the experience beyond the rutting passion most men are accustomed to." He dips his eye lashes. "I have no doubt you are far more experienced than that, sir."

"And there are times I take pleasure in being taken, by someone I trust. It has been harder since-" he cuts himself off. There are many thing that have been harder since the attack.

[cook_the_rude]

"Since you were attacked," the doctor nods, "when I helped to clean you up. You might still have some post-traumatic reactions about it, which is only to be expected."

[thewidewideworld]

"There are things I... find harder than I did before. I try not to, around my emperor especially."

He smiles softly to the doctor. "I am very grateful, for what you did for me. I only wish there was some way I could thank you for that."