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.

Comments

[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."

[cook_the_rude]

"You already have," the doctor says. "I know more about castrati than any other person alive in my time, and have made music with one of them."

Pause.

"What are the worst of your triggers -- that is, the things that send you back to your attack most easily? Being penetrated from behind, and what else?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I have practiced the music you taught me. And that of the recordings you recommended. I cannot be sure my so gs are perfect to the originals for without them to refer back to for two years, I have only what sounds right to my own ears to guide me. I am eager, while the door is still opened to me, to learn as much as I can. If you are willing to teach me?"

The question about his triggers sobers him from his excitement about music.

"There are several things I find I can no longer endure without fear - to have my arms or shoulders held down during pleasure, to have my throat touches or gripped in any way. To be have those I do not trust utterly at my back, even just to stand. Naked blades anywhere near me." He shudders deeply. His fear of knives has faded less than any.

[cook_the_rude]

"I might be able to help you face those," the doctor says. "Whichever you find most intimidating and limiting in your daily life."

Pause.

"And of course I would love to make music with you again."

[thewidewideworld]

"To have someone behind me." He answers immediately. "Even in court, I find myself backing against walls and placing myself where no-one can stand behind me. It grows less so with drink so at parties I can make myself forget a little but there are other times it becomes very hard not to feel panic rise in me."

"Castor, my Emperor's first guard has noticed. He is a good man and one I trust deeply. He slew the man who cut me." He gestures to his back and the faint scar that now sits in place of the gash the doctor stitched. "If he sees that I am uncomfortable, he places himself behind me. He is broad and tall and not unlike a wall himself." A care Sinric is very grateful for.

[cook_the_rude]

"You can't have him there all the time," the doctor says, "and it's an exploitable weakness. I can help you work on the issue, if you like?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Sir, I am indebted to you so deeply already but I would very much value your help." He answers with raw and open honesty.

[cook_the_rude]

"Then you can have it," the doctor says. "Perhaps not right now, while you're still recovering from your pleasure. Would you like something to eat or drink to help revive you?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Thank you. I-" he cuts himself off and lowers his eyes. "Forgive my boldness, sir, but I should very much like to see you, if I may?" He asks softly, half expecting to be told no.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor smiles, and stands.

It becomes evident that providing pleasure to Sinric hasn't failed to impress him physically: from a gap that opens in the middle of his loosely knotted robe as he stands up, the bared and slightly glistening head of his erect penis peeks out.

Rather than pull it close and go about his business, the doctor unties the belt and sheds the robe, standing naked at parade rest to Sinric's scrutiny.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves to his knees, taking his time to admire the doctor's toned body, taking him all in. His hardness has by no means escaped Sinric's attention and his eyes are drawn to it by the slopes of Hannibal's pelvis.

"May I touch you, sir?"

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor comes a step closer and nods.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric remains in his kneeling position on the couch. He brushes soft fingertips over the doctor's sides, up the crest of his chest, down the centre line of his abs. His touches are light, gentle, exploratory; watching Hannibal's expression before becoming bolder.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal stands before him, taking another deep breath as he is being touched, but keeping very still.

His erection fills out a little more.

"Tell me if you want me to move," he says.

[thewidewideworld]

"Tell me how you would like me to touch?" Sinric answers with a slightly cheeky smile as he leans in to kiss the tip of Hannibal's erection.

[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.