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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[cook_the_rude]

"That is a very good approach to take already," Hannibal says, a little breathless chuckle in his breath.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and touches his tongue to the doctor's slit, teasing it softly and his hands move down to Hannibal's hips.

Looking up at the doctor's through long lashes as he slowly takes the head of Hannibal's cock between his lips.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal looks down at him, his maroon eyes so very calm even as he gives a sharp gasp at the touch of Sinric's tongue.

[thewidewideworld]

Emboldened by the sound, even if he can read so little in those startling eyes, he takes the doctor's cock deeper, his tongue working the underside in tight spirals as he does.

His hands rest lightly on the doctor's hips, for balance more then to guide in or ward off more; leaving things open for the doctor take control at any point he wishes.

[cook_the_rude]

"Does this" -- gasp -- "give you pleasure?" the doctor asks, still holding Sinric's gaze.

It is obvious that it does to him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums an affirmative, grinning a little around the doctor's cock as he takes him all the way to the root before easing back. It's clear he takes pleasure in using his skills to draw such sounds from the taciturn doctor.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor puts his hands on Sinric's shoulders and thrusts, once, sliding into Sinric's skillful mouth with a deep groan.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric removes his hands from the doctor's hips, resting them on his own thighs as he opens his throat to Hannibal, handing over control to him. He still teases with his tongue, his lips, humming softly but Hannibal now has control of how deep and how fast he uses Sinric's mouth.

[cook_the_rude]

It's slowly, and rather gently, but move he does, thrusting into the warm, moist depth.

"May I ask you a favour?" the doctor asks, between groans, still looking into Sinric's eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric dips his lashes in a very distinct yes without removing his mouth. He wants to know what the doctor wants, what he can do to bring him pleasure.

[cook_the_rude]

"Put a finger inside me," the doctor says, "and touch my prostate; it enhances physical pleasure greatly."

There are a few gasps in that sentence, but he retains control rather far.

[thewidewideworld]

The lubricant is too far out of Sinric's reach without pulling away so instead he widens his lips and slides one of his own fingers along side the doctor's cock to get it wet and ready.

He reaches between the doctor's thighs, using the doctor's own rhythm to enter him carefully, seeking the seat of pleasure with quick, sure strokes.

There was never a question he won't do as asked.

[cook_the_rude]

That gets a loud moan from the doctor, who seems very glad to impale himself like that on the backstroke of his rhythm.

"You are excellent at this!" he praises.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs around him, moving his fingertip over just that right spot on the return of each thrust, causing the doctor to surge forward onto his mouth.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor smiles, pleased and pleasured, as he keeps moving, seeming quite content in Sinric's expert hands.

And mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric varies his touches, changing his rhythms and using his mouth to keep things interesting as Hannibal uses him, seeking the perfect combination of touch and mouth the bring the doctor to the edge.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is still looking down at him.

"Will it be all right," he asks, gasping, "if I ejaculate down your throat? Because I might do so soon."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric dips his lashes and purrs around him, taking him deep. He thought it was a given, seeing Sinric offered up his mouth but the fact the doctor's asked first is sweet.

He renews his pace, keen to taste the doctor as Hannibal tasted him.

[cook_the_rude]

It doesn't take very much of this; soon, Hannibal spills with a soft groan, sending hot spurts down Sinric's throat while tipping back his head in ecstasy.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric swallows, worked the doctor's prostate right up till the last moment. He withdraws carefully, holding the doctor's hips gently to offer him support and kissing the tip of his cock to catch the last drops of his release.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor sits on the couch, careful not to unsettle Sinric from where he is kneeling.

His cock takes quite some time deflating, still hard and bobbing under Sinric's touch.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes room for him, stroking his hip and thigh gently to sooth him down from his release. His lips are red and a little swollen and smiling warmly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal takes a while to get his breath back.

"Thank you," he then says. "That felt very, very good."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is happy to sooth and stroke him, proud to see the taciturn man so blown.

He kisses Hannibal's bared shoulder very lightly. "It was my very great pleasure, sir. I fear you have been denied comfort for too long."

[cook_the_rude]

If he gets as far as Hannibal's shoulder, Sinric will probably see the large, circular brand on the doctor's back. It looks several years old, pale and scarred over, but still very visible.

"I am imprisoned, and potentially watched every moment, in a panopticum kind of scenario," he says. "So yes, release of his kind isn't something I'd seek often, always aware of prying eyes."