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.