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]

"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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal slides his hands around Sinric, stroking his buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal moans. "Please!"

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes -- that!"

Hannibal seems to have lost all control, by now.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.