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 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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs softly at being touches and returns the little kiss gladly. He makes himself more comfortable on the couch, with easily room enough for the two of them. After all, he doesn't take up that much room.

"To the warmth of friendship." He toasts and accepts the wine with a nod of thanks. He stops to breath it in, eyes closed in appreciation. "Hmm, where is this wine from? I don't recognise it." He ask curiously, sipping it delicately.

[cook_the_rude]

"The Moselle river in what was, in your time, the Frankish realm," Hannibal says, settling on the couch in a quite relaxed manner as well, opening his body language to touch and comfort. "The Romans had grown wine there for centuries already when the West of their empire collapsed. Very steep slopes on which the vines cling precariously to the shale and soak up sun."

[thewidewideworld]

"Ah, the Franks." Sinric mutters ruefully, resting a naked ankle against Hannibal's calf, rubbing gently. "I was dancing for the Frankish ambassador when the door opened to me again. Bore of a man but he brought with him the best of wines and even better musicians."

[cook_the_rude]

"Then among the white he brought must have been the ancestors of this very wine," Hannibal says, moving his leg into the touch. "Boring people can make quite good wines, just as the most stupid farmers are reputed to grow the largest potatoes."

He smiles.

"The latter may be a somewhat lewd allusion as well, of course."

[thewidewideworld]

"As I'm not sure what a potato is, I shall have to take your word for it." Sin giggles. "Next time I go, I will makes sure to bring some wine back with me when I come and you can taste for yourself."

"But I'm not sure if all the Franks are such dull people or if the ambassador is a special case. His musicians are lively and wonderful people. As quick to share as they are to learn." He lights up at the mention of music.

[cook_the_rude]

"Do you know their language, or do they speak Greek?" the doctor asks, nodding. "And yes, I love to taste wine from so long ago, to learn about the different stages of oenological evolution."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm learning it bit by bit but we speak the common tongue of church Latin. Most of the songs of the Frankish court are monastic so most Frankish singers and musicians speak it well."

"Perhaps another night, the bar will indulge us with wines of many places and times."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal runs a finger over Sinric's arm, his body language open and inviting.

"We could pick a few places, set some years for all of them, and then taste them in historical order," he says. "It would be an interesting experience. Perhaps we could invite Ganymede as well; he is quite the expert and even grows his own wine, in my time."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes the most of the invitation and slides a little closer, his slender body pressed gently against the doctor's side. Not quite a cuddle but certainly open to one.

"I should like that very much." Lighting up at mention of Ganymede. " You say he grows his own grapes? How wonderful."

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor pulls him close, making them both comfortable. "And he makes excellent wine, at that," he says. "His vineyard is in California -- that is a wine growing region in the new world, a part of the world not discovered in your time."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's rather little body tucks nicely against Hannibal's side, warm and trusting. "It seems impossible to me that there is so much unknown and undiscovered in my time. We are taught that the Romans ruled the world, whole and complete and yet there is so much unseen even by the Caesars."