cook_the_rude | OOM: Noriko-shaped during the body swap plot, for Sinric

Sinric, as he had been in that forgotten week of strangeness, is drawn to the print, head cocked as he admires the lines of it. "So strange but so beautiful."

"It's Japanese," Hannibal says. "As is Noriko, whose body I am borrowing -- so it is very fitting."

"The island further east still." he nods. "They would seem a very sensual people if this is an example of their arts."

He turns back to Hannibal, shedding his coat and laying it over a chair. "And is the pleasure shown in it likewise fitting?"

"That is what I hope to find out," Hannibal smiles, "minus the octopuses."

Sinric crosses to him, kissing him deeply and marveling at the softness of his borrowed lips. "I will need you to guide me. I suspect you know more of the pleasures of women than I."

"Yes," Hannibal says, answering that kiss so very softly, "but only from the outside."

"Then you can teach me as you learn what is pleasurable." Sinric sighs, kissing slowly down the slope of Hannibal's neck, exploring the difference texture of this skin.

Hannibal leans back his head and sighs with pleasure.

Sinric cups Hannibal's now narrow waist, holding him close as Sinric brushes the strangely shaded hair to free more neck to kiss.

Hannibal presses closer with an undulating motion of the hips; he sighs and pulls the blue hair aside even further, as touch to the neck feels very pleasant in this body.

Sinric lets his hands drift, cupping Hannibal's waist, his hips, the tight upper curve of his rear; letting the areas of best pleasure reveal themselves slowly.

He lifts his head to suck lightly on the lobe of his ear.

At that, Hannibal moans aloud.

"It all feels so different in this body," he whispers.

"Tell me?" Sinric whispers, his voice silk in his ear. "Tell me what you feel?"

He eases a hand under the hem of his shirt, finding the curve of his lower back. His small but clever fingers drift up Hannibal's back, brushing over the arch of his ribs.

"Oh yes," Hannibal moans. "I feel warmth, warmth all through, my entire body heating and melting..."

He leans into the touch.

Sinric's hands rise to find the crosswise strap of the undergarments Hannibal wears, feeling strangely elicit as he slips his fingers under it to stroke the stretch of skin between his shoulders. His other hand lifts the shirt, exposing pale skin across his mid drift. "Do you want me to undress you?"

"Yes," Hannibal whispers, the whole back and shoulders undulating under Sinric's touch.

He eases the strange, tight shirt over Hannibal's head, brushing back the blue mane with care as he kisses the tilt of Hannibal's collarbone and the hollow of his throat, easing down the shoulder strap of the undergarment to kiss the skin beneath it.

"Yes," Hannibal murmurs. "Oh yes!"

He finally reaches out to stroke Sinric's back, and try and work his hands underneath his tunic.

Sinric draws back a moment, happily shrugging the tunic off. Skin to skin, he embraces Hannibal once more, easing the other strap down with the same slow care.

The clasp however, give him some trouble.

"Let me," Hannibal says, letting go of Sinric to undo the clasp, then reaching out to touch Sinric's breasts - with much smaller hands than usual, and from down below, instead of up above.

The undergarment slips off Hannibal's borrowed shoulders, revealing breasts not that much larger than Sinric's own.

Sinric helps to lift the garment away, his thumb trailing gently over the outer rise of those breasts. His own harden, warmed by the touch.

He leans in, very gently pressing kisses to the upper curves. "Do they feel as sensitive as mine?" He asks, a little teasingly. "And if they do, I hope I can bring you joy of them." The next kiss grows a little nearer to Hannibal's nipples.

Hannibal moans much more louder. "Another level of pleasure entirely," he says, hips bumping almost greedily against Sinric's at being touched. "Yes! More!"

Sinric stills, his dark eyes serious as he cups Hannibal's hips to his. "I... I cannot offer you what a woman desires, here. But I have been told of other ways, other pleasures."

"I know," Hannibal says, softly. "We can give each other what women give each other, no more and no less."

He gently strokes Sinric's breasts, thumbs ghosting over nipples.

"That is all I want."

Sinric nods, a little saddened he has so little to offer Hannibal in this skin. But his contrition melts into a little moan as Hannibal's small hands warm his breasts.

He lowers his head again to kiss the curves of Hannibal's breasts, lifting one gently to bring a nipple to his lips.

Hannibal adds more voice to the moan at this touch, making it almost a keen of pleasure.

"Yes! Oh yes!"

He wraps an arm around Hannibal's waist and guides him towards the bed, still kissing softly and lightly. Once he's sure they close to a safe surface on which to sprawl, he opens his lips to tease with the tip of his touch, sucking a little just to see how it feels for him.

"Sinric! Yes!" Hannibal almost wails with pleasure, and stumbles backwards onto the bed.

He lowers Hannibal to the bed, sitting deside him to touch and stokes his soft body, exploring his breasts with warm lips and a playful touch.

"This is so good," Hannibal murmurs, writhing. "Now I can imagine what you're feeling when I touch yours."

"Sensitive, sweet." He whispers between kisses, suckling warmly, "Like spreading heat and tingling in all my parts."

He smoothes a hand down the slope of Hannibal's stomach, stroking the soft skin.

"Yes," Hannibal says. "Just so!"

He gives another long moan.

Sinric's hand pauses in the upper waistband of the tight jeans as he licks little cat-like stokes over Hannibal's nipples. "May I?"

Hannibal moans, arching his hips right off the bed. "Yes!"

The modern openings and the tightness give Sinric a moments trouble but he strips Hannibal with care. He admires the long legs and creamy thighs, reminding him very greatly of Probus.

He bends to kiss that stretch of pale skin, not yet ready to move to the edges of the tight, small undergarments.

Hannibal stretches his legs and lifts his hips, towards Sinric's touch.

He kisses his way down those legs, nuzzling and caressing to the narrow ankles and back up, exploring and seeking new points of pleasure.

Hannibal gives an odd little giggle when Sinric reaches the back of his -- Noriko's -- knees.

"That tickles," he gasps. "But in a pleasurable way."

Sinric smiles and traces playfully little kisses over the ticklish area before move on the lines of his thighs, the turn of his ankle. Stroking, touching, kissing, licking.

Hannibal is a mass of moans and giggles, all control and dignity far gone.

Just as it should be. Such exploration would be enjoyable and light. He kisses his way back up, pausing to draw patterns on the flat of Hannibal's thigh with the point of his tongue.

That induces Hannibal to open the thighs wider, and moan louder. "Sinric..."

He loves the way his name sounds on Hannibal's lips, even these borrowed ones. He kisses higher, his lips brushing the lower curves of Hannibal's hips and the joint of his thighs.

Hannibal opens those thighs wide, moaning again.

"I want to touch you more..."

Sinric licks a teasing stripe up the inside edge of the small undergarments before moving up the bed to draw Hannibal into a kiss. "I am yours to touch."

Hannibal's hands go straight to Sinric's breasts, rubbing soft little thumbs over the sweet pink nipples.

Sinric moans and returns the favour, gently teasing his breasts with gently caresses. His other hand drifts down to cup Hannibal's rear, drawing their bodies close.

Hannibal lifts a leg to wrap it around Sinric's hip, pulling their hips and lower bellies even closer together, rubbing softly through the layers of the thin fabric.

"Tell me how I may please you?" Sinric asks softly between kisses, his hand drifting around the curves of Hannibal's rear to stroke gently against the source of gathering heat.

"Let me touch you," Hannibal gasps. "And then mirror what I do, best you can?"

He nods. A natural dancer, he is comfortable with being lead, especially when he doesn't know the steps.

Hannibal slides his hands around Sinric, stroking his buttocks.

Sinric does the same, feeling the strange flex of muscles and curve of shape in Hannibal's current form.

Hannibal pushes the thin fabric aside and slides his hand between Sinric's buttocks.

Sinric does the same, hesitating over the tight stretch fabric. "Shall I help you out of these?"

"Yes," Hannibal moans. "Please!"

He helps Hannibal out of the tight panties, brushing his hand back up Hannibal's borrowed thigh to resume his touch in the inner curve of his rear.

"Oh yes," Hannibal moans, tilting his rear -- Noriko's -- towards Sinric's touch.

"Like this?" He asks, massaging the skin below Hannibal's hole, where the skin of his woman's hole opens.

Hannibal moans loudly and pushes his finger deeper between Sinric's legs as well, rubbing similar sensitive spots at the root of his little prick.

Sinric's breath quickened, his voice rough and sweet as he nuzzles Hannibal's neck.

He massages that area gently, feeling the slickness and heat there. "May I?" He asks softly, his fingers hovering on the edges of her flower.

"Oh yes!" Hannibal moans, pushing his own -- Noriko's -- finger further at Sinric's reaction.

He moans as he slips two fingers into the wet heat, almost by accident as Hannibal teases him. Unsure what else to do, he moves that fingers, pumping them slowly as he would with a man.

Hannibal's finger jerks as he hisses with pleasure. "Yes! That!"

"Just so?" He leans in to kiss the upper curve of Hannibal's breast, stoking with his fingers as it seems to please best.

"And with a finger to the front!" Hannibal moans, rubbing harder while squirming as if to make Sinric touch his nipples. Noriko's.

He does as commanded, one finger sliding forward into the folds in front of Hannibal's heat as he dips his head to suckle lightly in his breasts.

"Oh yes -- that!"

Hannibal seems to have lost all control, by now.

Spurred on by Hannibal reactions, Sinric goes on as he is rubbing and nuzzling, seeking the bright points of pleasure as Hannibal clenches and writhes.

Hannibal can only moan and gasp any more, his fingers on Sinric's little snail stuttering and almost helpless.

Sinric gently withdraws and guides Hannibal into his back to resume the touch from the front so he may stroke better.

He kisses Hannibal's breasts again before following a trail down to join his fingers, trying to remember what he has heard of pleasuring women with one's mouth.

Hannibal moans and spreads his -- Noriko's -- legs wide, greedy and lost in pleasure.

Sinric takes long leg and guides on onto his shoulder as he moves lower. He nuzzles the curls at the mound of this borrowed body and seeks the thing he felt with the tip of his finger that seemed to bring such joy.

That makes Hannibal moan, squeal and writhe helplessly.

He finds it, that little nub and turns all his attention in it. With lips, tongue and fingers, he urges Hannibal on, enjoying having this power to make him feel so good.

"You!" Hannibal says. "You too! I want to give you..."

He moans again.

Sinric shakes his head and redoubled his effort, resting his free hand on Hannibal's stomach as if to keep him in place as Sinric pleasures him. His own pleasure can wait.

"Yes!" Hannibal jerks his hips and writhes more. "Soon!"

Sinric nods and works his fingers deeper, teasing that little nub over and over as he slides a hand up to caress Hannibal's breasts also.

Hannibal arches his back, spreads his his legs even wider, and screams with acute pleasure. He writhes, thrashes, and a small surge of a viscous liquid slickens Sinric's still-moving fingers.

Sinric moans at the strange sensation, unsure if that is the sigh he should stop or go on. He keeps moving, trusting to Hannibal to let him know if it is too much.

Hannibal writhes for a little more, then sags, and gasps, "Enough, enough!"

Sinric eases back at once, one small hand on Hannibal's waist to steady him. He hesitants, unsure what to do now.

Hannibal just lies there, sprawled bonelessly, panting.

"Thank you," he finally manages.

He eases himself up the bed to kiss Hannibal very sweetly, not disturbing his sprawl. "You are most welcome."

He slips off the bed to wash and returns with a warm, damp cloth.

Hannibal just opens his -- Noriko's -- thighs.

"I am so sorry, I am so lazy..."

Sinric cleans him with gentle touches and care. "The little death. It would seem more potent in this shape?" There's no recrimination in his voice or actions.

Hannibal moans softly under the ministrations. "I still feel it, warm between my legs, soft and lazy and open," he says. "It's true, the come- down is much gentler."

He carefully sets the cloth aside and moves to offer Hannibal an embrace. "I'm glad." He steals another sweet kiss.

Hannibal kisses him, slowly and languidly. "When I'm a bit recovered," he says, "I'll give as good as I got."

"You don't have to." Sinric whispers, stroking the strange blue hair. "I don't need it but I'm glad to have brought you such pleasure."

"I want to," Hannibal murmurs.

However, he seems quite spent at the moment, and gratefully snuggles and kisses.

"Then I am yours to do with as you please." He purrs, stroking Hannibal's back, soothing and slow.

Hannibal stretches, and then reaches out for Sinric again, running his hand down his sides.

Sinric hums softly and runs his hands over Hannibal's small, soft form.

"It still feels so lovely," Hannibal murmurs, small soft hands running circles over Sinric's skin before slipping between his legs from behind, once more.

Sinric sighs with pleasure at the touch, leaning in to Hannibal and kissing his breasts again as he spreads himself wider.

Hannibal's sigh echoes Sinric's as he starts rubbing deeper, and harder.

Sinric whimpers warmly, staring to harden again. "Yes... Oh please?" He whispers into Hannibal's skin.

Hannibal manages to sit up, and then settles himself between Sinric's legs to start kissing his lower belly while still rubbing that little snail with his now much smaller and softer fingers.

Its almost more familiar, like being touched by one of this brothers amongst the birds, these small soft hands. He answers with a moan, his little snail unfurling and filling.

Hannibal's kisses Sinric's belly and thighs whiles his fingers get busy interacting with Sinric's pricklet.

He reaches down to stroke the strangely coloured hair. "Your fingers, inside me. Please?"

Hannibal pushes two of his -- Noriko's -- fingers into Sinric's hole, and crooks them to tease the hidden sweet spot he knows so well.

As his hand is busy, he puts his soft lips to Sirnic's little prick.

Sinric lets out a soft curse of joy in Greek, arching up to meet those sweet lips.

Hannibal starts suckling while still moving his fingers.

It isn't long before he's panting roughly. "Sir... sir I..." He arches up, clenching around Hannibal's fingers.

Hannibal sucks and pushes with even more insistence.

It pushes Sinric over the edge and he arches back, giving in to the strange peak of pleasure and wonder.

Hannibal keeps going until Sinric is well and truly done.

Sinric moans and reaches for Hannibal, needing kisses, needing embraces. Needing time to catch his breath.

Hannibal moves up to slowly and languidly kiss Sinric, still feeling the last of his own aftershocks, a lingering warmth between his -- Noriko's -- legs.

Sinric returns the kisses warmly, still too lost to do more or speak. Just touch, stroke, celebrate the warmth of flesh.

"I like how different this is," Hannibal murmurs into their kisses.

"I hope it was pleasurable?" He whispers, still a little breathless. "I don't feel quite so small in your arms this way."

"It was very lovely, both giving and receiving," Hannibal says.

"It was my first time with a woman." He says softly. "And I'm glad it was you."

"You weren't put off by it, I hope?"

He shakes his head. "I have never felt desires towards women. I can appreciate grace or beautiful but I have never felt stirring from such admiration.

He stokes Hannibal's cheek. "But it is you. And that makes it different."

"I am glad for that," Hannibal says, stretching languorously in Sinric's arms.

He starts to sing softly, sensing the heaviness in Hannibal's limbs. He stokes Hannibal's back, singing him to rest.

Hannibal stretches, and closes his -- Norriko's -- eyes.

Sinric kisses Hannibal's eyelids and sets beside him.

{ooc: fade there? Lovely.}

[[OOC: Wonderful -- thanks for the thread!]]

OOM: Noriko-shaped during the body swap plot, for Sinric

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