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

[cook_the_rude]

 Hannibal leads the way upstairs and to his private room -- which is as it was. Mostly.

Among the pictures on the wall, the infamous shunga print "Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" (also known as "Octopus and Abalone Diver") now takes pride on place, as if to comment on the present situation.

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

"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?"

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

"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.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal leans back his head and sighs with pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

At that, Hannibal moans aloud.

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

[thewidewideworld]

"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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

He leans into the touch.

[thewidewideworld]

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?"

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

"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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[cook_the_rude]

"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."

[thewidewideworld]

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.