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]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric notices the scar but says nothing, careful not to touch the scar as he gently massages Hannibal's shoulder. "Then I'm very glad the door found you when it did. And that here you are free to act as you will and take comfort as you deserve."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am rather glad that it did, too," Hannibal says. "Here, I can speak to people freely, have a kitchen at my disposal, and some friends to talk to."

He smiles into Sinric's eyes.

"And more than talk, even."

[thewidewideworld]

"As you have been of help to me, I hope I can be of comfort to you." Sinric smiles openly and innocently.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor quietly strokes Sinric's cheek.

"You are," he says. "Very much so. I would enjoy it if we could continue our friendship in this vein."

[thewidewideworld]

"I would like that too." Sinric leans into the touch, warmed by little signs of affection. "Very much. It is a luxury to choose who I share myself with, and it was an honour to share myself with you."

[cook_the_rude]

"Let me get some wine for us," the doctor says, getting up, "and then we can get comfortable on the couch for a little."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric reaches for him, brushing his hand very lightly over Hannibal's arm. "Wine would be lovely and perhaps later I can wash you? A good bath will help ease away the pressure of your confinement."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles at him, and nods quietly. "It would be very relaxing," he says. "Unobserved baths are a thing of impossibility in my confinement as well."

He reaches out to stroke Sinric's shoulder and breasts, then leans in for a soft, brief kiss before getting up and walking over, calm and naked, to a cupboard that turns out to contain a small cooling unit, some bottles of wine, and some glasses in the open shelf above. With a soft cloth, the doctor dusts the glasses, then he opens the bottle with quick, practiced movements, and pours some wine for each of them before bringing it over to the couch.

It's a dry white, but not quite as light and pale as modern taste prefers it; this wine has depth and character.