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.

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[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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

"Yes! Oh yes!"

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

"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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

He gives another long moan.

[thewidewideworld]

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?"

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.