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]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

That makes Hannibal moan, squeal and writhe helplessly.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

He moans again.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal just lies there, sprawled bonelessly, panting.

"Thank you," he finally manages.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

"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."

[cook_the_rude]

"I want to," Hannibal murmurs.

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

[thewidewideworld]

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