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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[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.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal stretches, and then reaches out for Sinric again, running his hand down his sides.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums softly and runs his hands over Hannibal's small, soft form.

[cook_the_rude]

"It still feels so lovely," Hannibal murmurs, small soft hands running circles over Sinric's skin before slipping between his legs from behind, once more.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs with pleasure at the touch, leaning in to Hannibal and kissing his breasts again as he spreads himself wider.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's sigh echoes Sinric's as he starts rubbing deeper, and harder.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers warmly, staring to harden again. "Yes... Oh please?" He whispers into Hannibal's skin.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal manages to sit up, and then settles himself between Sinric's legs to start kissing his lower belly while still rubbing that little snail with his now much smaller and softer fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

Its almost more familiar, like being touched by one of this brothers amongst the birds, these small soft hands. He answers with a moan, his little snail unfurling and filling.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's kisses Sinric's belly and thighs whiles his fingers get busy interacting with Sinric's pricklet.

[thewidewideworld]

He reaches down to stroke the strangely coloured hair. "Your fingers, inside me. Please?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pushes two of his -- Noriko's -- fingers into Sinric's hole, and crooks them to tease the hidden sweet spot he knows so well.

As his hand is busy, he puts his soft lips to Sirnic's little prick.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lets out a soft curse of joy in Greek, arching up to meet those sweet lips.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal starts suckling while still moving his fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

It isn't long before he's panting roughly. "Sir... sir I..." He arches up, clenching around Hannibal's fingers.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal sucks and pushes with even more insistence.

[thewidewideworld]

It pushes Sinric over the edge and he arches back, giving in to the strange peak of pleasure and wonder.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal keeps going until Sinric is well and truly done.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans and reaches for Hannibal, needing kisses, needing embraces. Needing time to catch his breath.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moves up to slowly and languidly kiss Sinric, still feeling the last of his own aftershocks, a lingering warmth between his -- Noriko's -- legs.