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'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.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal opens those thighs wide, moaning again.

"I want to touch you more..."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric licks a teasing stripe up the inside edge of the small undergarments before moving up the bed to draw Hannibal into a kiss. "I am yours to touch."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's hands go straight to Sinric's breasts, rubbing soft little thumbs over the sweet pink nipples.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans and returns the favour, gently teasing his breasts with gently caresses. His other hand drifts down to cup Hannibal's rear, drawing their bodies close.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal lifts a leg to wrap it around Sinric's hip, pulling their hips and lower bellies even closer together, rubbing softly through the layers of the thin fabric.

[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.