OOM: Farewell to Sinric

[cook_the_rude]

 Hannibal leads the way upstairs and to his private room -- which is as it was. Mostly.

"Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" is gone from the walls; instead, there are archaeological drawing of Scythian tattoos, with the merest hint at the bodies they used to be applied to, the stark black art dominating the pencilled outline of a neck, a shoulder, a thigh, a pair of buttocks.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Your walls," Sinric smiles, pausing to admire the art, "It seems always to be reading my thoughts."

[cook_the_rude]

"My uncle's Japanese partner," Hannibal says, "taught me to change decorations around, fitting them to seasons and company. So I do it -- and here, the walls themselves seem to do it for me. I can rely on their good taste."

[thewidewideworld]

"You are interested in tattooing?" He asks softly, head tilted to take in the lines of an deer, drawn in but a few lines yet vivid in apparent motion.

[cook_the_rude]

"It' an ancient art that had been underrated for far too long," Hannibal says. "And one of the most personal forms of art there is."

[thewidewideworld]

"In the empire, tattoos are used only to mark out slaves and criminals. Yet in the North men mark each other in honour to their gods, to show bravery or to commemorate some event. They become living works of art, imbued with power through the changing of their skin."

His palm moves to his hip, as if able to feel the heat of his through his clothes.

[cook_the_rude]

"You have one now?" Hannibal says, following the movement with his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

He ducks his lashes in a small nod. "Ragnar, Athelstan and I. We marked each other. It was... a powerful experience."

[cook_the_rude]

"May I see?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I would have to undress." Sinric points out with a playful smile, hands already in the ties of his tunic.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, please!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes his time, not overtly showing off but enjoying the way the doctor looks at him as he removes one layer at a time.

Last of all are the fine linen pants. Naked beneath them, the fine dark lines of the tattoo on his hip, just above his thigh stand out crisply.

Two stylized birds - the raven and the dove, in flight and flowing over his skin.

[cook_the_rude]

"They are very lovely," Hannibal says, reaching out to touch them.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric steps closer, offering himself up to be touched. "It was painful but I'm glad I did it. It feels...right, to have choosen to change myself. To remake myself."

{ooc: sorry, DW seems to have swallowed my last attempt at tagging!}

[cook_the_rude]

"To have something of theirs on you to carry it out into your world," Hannibal says, touching it, "indelibly drawn into your very skin."

[thewidewideworld]

"Something real, something tangible. So if I'm away too long I have proof this place is real." He lowers his eyes. "I'm afraid it'll become as insubstantial to me as a dream."

[cook_the_rude]

"And more so, the longer you're gone," Hannibal says. "Getting the tattoo was a good decision."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm glad you approve. The timing is perhaps unwise but it felt right to do."

He inches a little closer to Hannibal, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to his throat.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal leans back his head, gives a pleased sigh.

"You have learned to acknowledge your own needs," he murmurs. "I like that."

[thewidewideworld]

"My needs have... not always been convenient of late." He hums, wrapping his arms around Hannibal's waist, kissing up to the soft skin behind his ear. "I'm not use to being allowed to want."

[cook_the_rude]

"But you are, and you're learning to own your needs" Hannibal says, tilting his head as if to offer himself to Sinric's lips. "I'm all yours for the wanting."

[thewidewideworld]

"I do want you." Sinric sighs, nibbling on the end of Hannibal's earlobe, standing on his tiptoes. "Very much."

He glances over his shoulder towards the bed. "May we-?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course," Hannibal says, reaching out to loosen Sinric's clothes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strips gladly, pulling at Hannibal's closes in return, wanting skin and touch.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal quickly divests himself of his jacket and tie, and helps Sinric to open his shirt, offering the skin he was wanting.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses Hannibal's chest urgently, pushing his shirt away and fumbling with the openings of his pants. "Please?" He gently pushes Hannibal towards the bed.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal allows himself to be pushed, eagerly shadowing Sinric's movements. "Yes," he says, smiling with half-lidded eyes, "show me what you want -- take what you want, I'm all yours!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric guides Hannibal to lay down, stripping the last of his clothes.

He isn't sure if this is wise or helpful but the doctor's easy giving and encouragement is fueling the fire within him to light again. Rather than learning to control his desire, Hannibal is letting him out of control.

He straddles Hannibal, kissing him wildly. He rubs against him, his own small manhood hot against the base of Hannibal's

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans, returning those kisses as fervently, his own prick already hardening and eagerly responding to Sinric's desire.

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you have- oh! Any oil? Please? I want you in me!" He pants between rough and passionate kisses.

[cook_the_rude]

Not breaking the kiss, Hannibal hands him a plastic bottle that promises lubricant on its label.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric glances at it between kisses and pours a little in his hand. Without pause, he strokes Hannibal's manhood, making him slick with deft, practiced stokes.

He lifts himself, lowering himself into Hannibal without a moment's hesitant. He's tight and hot, forcing himself down in a single thrust.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gives a loud moan, of both surprise and utter abandon at being taken inside like that.

[thewidewideworld]

He tucks his feet under Hannibal's knees, leaning forward with his hand on Hannibal's chest to ride him slowly but deeply. Each thrust drives him into Hannibal, filling himself to the hilt.

[cook_the_rude]

"Have me," Hannibal gasps, "the way you want me -- know what you want! Take it!"

[thewidewideworld]

He growls and kisses Hannibal deeply. Kisses him wild and wonton. "This! I want this!" He nips and kisses his way down Hannibal's neck and over his chest. He does the same to Hannibal's nipples, seeking his moans.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gasps and moans; his hips thrust up, answering Sinric's rhythm. "You have it! As much - as you want!"

[thewidewideworld]

He nips a little too hard on one of Hannibal's nipples in his excitement, kissing small red mark in apology before rocking back to ride Hannibal.

His hair flutters back in a golden waterfall over his skin as he reaches between them to touch himself, almost hesitantly.

[cook_the_rude]

"You want," Hannibal gasps, "you need, and you know!"

His hand follows Sinric's even as he is ridden, touching the unfurling little snail.

[thewidewideworld]

"No." Sinric orders breathlessly, catching Hannibal's hands and pushing them to his breasts. "I want- you here." He curls Hannibal's fingers around his nipples, encouraging him to squeeze as he returns to stroke himself. "I'm so near."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's hands get to work on Sinric's breasts, pushing in time with their thrusts, thumbs rubbing over sweet pink nipples.

"Slow down, or speed up?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Faster." He answers without hesitation. "Then put me on my knees and take your pleasure." It's want he wants, needs.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal speeds up the motions of his hips, in time with Sinric's own movements, and that of his own hands on those lovely breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric drives himself down onto Hannibal's thrusts, stroking himself between thumb and forefinger.

It doesn't take long before he cries out and tightens around Hannibal, spilling his meagre load into Hannibal's stomach.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal holds him through his orgasm, and then for a few moments to catch his breath; and afterwards, he does as promised, turns them around, mounts Sinric from behind and starts slamming into him fiercely.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" Sinric screams, falling to his elbows to simply take as Hannibal moves him with each thrust. "Yes!"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal keeps thrusting, hard, wild beyond speech.

[thewidewideworld]

It's perfect! Exactly what he wanted. Having driven Hannibal to the depth of desire, to now be able to feel the force of it, helpless b before the fire. Even if he bruises at the roughness of this, it's perfect.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal slams into him for about two dozen more times before he spills copiously into Sinric, shouting out his unbridled, all-consuming peak.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans, feeling the flood of heat fill him, coat him.

He pulls away, enough for Hannibal to slip from him and pulls him down to join him on the bed. Knowing how long it takes Hannibal to flag, he snuggles close mounting him again so they can lay together with Hannibal inside him.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gives a little thrust to anchor himself deeply inside Sinric, and then lies back with Sinric in his arms.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans as Hannibal slides into place, resting his face against Hannibal's neck. "It is I should be thanking you. For indulging me so."

[cook_the_rude]

"I wanted to say good-bye properly," Hannibal says. "You are going out there to face history."

[thewidewideworld]

"The passing of a dynasty and a new world to be found. The Silk Road will be a great adventure if half the tales spoken of the crossing are true."

[cook_the_rude]

"It will be, and I want to hear everything," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

"You shall." He promises. "I hope that I can return often, to write and talk of my adventures."

He snuggles in close, enjoying the closeness.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal strokes Sinric's shoulders, and his back.

"I look forwards to it very much."

[thewidewideworld]

"Will you wash with me, before I go?" After all, he goes back to his emperor and can't do so smelling of another man. "I'm in no haste to move but I'd rather like to enjoy sharing a shower with you before I leave."

[cook_the_rude]

"I'm very glad to do so," Hannibal says. "But let'S take another half-hour or so to regroup. You've rather wrung me dry."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles and kisses Hannibal's shoulder. "I don't think I've ever seen you so wonderfully wild. It was exhilarating."

[cook_the_rude]

"Your desire is very, very arousing," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

He ducks his head, smiling. "I'm not usually so demanding. Thank you for indulging me. I feel quite invigorated by it."

[cook_the_rude]

"You can keep doing that, as far as I am concerned," Hannibal says. "When you are back, that is."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric leans up to kiss him, tightening the inner muscles that still hold Hannibal within him. "I should like that very much."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gasps briefly at the sudden flare-up of pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs at his reaction and grinds a little, just a little. "Am I being cruel?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Utterly!" Hannibal moans.

He is actually, impossibly growing harder again, inside Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

"You are a man of intelligences, refinement. A worldly man who has only ever shown me kindness." He rocks slowly, building Hannibal's desire. "But something tells me you sometimes indulge a little cruelty."

[cook_the_rude]

"Ganymede," Hannibal gasps. "He enjoys it. I oblige. There's nothing I wouldn't indulge in, if offered."

[thewidewideworld]

"I understand Ganymede's desire," He shifts his weight, guiding Hannibal into his back and still milking him to hardness with tight and practiced movements, "even if I don't share it. But there is pleasure in this, in having the upper hand over someone far more physically powerful than I."

[cook_the_rude]

"It's not your hand," Hannibal says, thrusting as if despite himself, "that is in the upper position here."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs richly, rolling with the thrust. He chuckles as he leans in to kiss the curve of Hannibal's chest, lips just grazing his nipple. "We work with what we have. And my hands are small," he slides said hands over Hannibal's chest and up his arms, closing around his wrists in a playful pin.

[cook_the_rude]

"You still have me in your power," Hannibal says, "so very effectively -- OH!"

[thewidewideworld]

He starts to move, rolling his hips more pronounced now. He leans in to nuzzle Hannibal's throat, still holding his wrists. "How long could I hold you like this? How long could I edge you forward before your passion became too much to bear and you took what you wanted most?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Do you want to try?" Hannibal says, and then moans again.

[thewidewideworld]

"I am tempted." Sinric purrs, nipping Hannibal's earlobe. "But it would be to pit your control against my patience. And I'm not sure I could win that wager, not now I've taken the edge off you."

[cook_the_rude]

"Then let's do this in cooperation," Hannibal says, "rather than in competition."

[thewidewideworld]

"Cooperative cruelty?" He teases, kissing down to nibble on Hannibal's neck with a brush of teeth. "Tell me?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal gasps, "like that -- just like that!"

[thewidewideworld]

"You want me to be rough with you?" He growls sweetly, sucking a little this time as his nips.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes!" Hannibal says. "Do whatever comes to mind, it's amazingly great!"

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you object to me leaving my mark on you?" Sinric ask, licking reddened skin.

[cook_the_rude]

"Not at all," Hannibal says. "It's likely to be gone before I return to my captors."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lets out something between a growl and a purr and bites down, sucking to leave a red mark on Hannibal's throat as he tightens and rocks.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal arches his back and cries out with pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Hmm, Sinric likes that sound. A lot. A few more bite follow down the curve of Hannibal's collarbone. Confident of Hannibal's hardness now, Sinric starts to fuck himself in earnest.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans with helpless abandon, putty in Sinric's hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves in perfect control, changing the speed and firmness of his thrusts like the movements of a concerto. He varies kisses with bites, little licks with scrapping teeth.

[cook_the_rude]

The only words that Hannibal gets in between his moans are 'Yes!' and 'Oh yes!'.

[thewidewideworld]

Just what Sinric wants. He reaches back a hand to brush over Hannibal's stones, feeling for how close to the edge he is.

[cook_the_rude]

He is very closed, moaning at the touch with renewed abandon.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs, skillfully tugging Hannibal's jewels just so to bring him back from the edge a little. He slows himself, clenching his inner muscles tightly to hold Hannibal where he is. "Tell me what you desire?"

[cook_the_rude]

"You!"

[thewidewideworld]

"How?" He demands, fingers teasing the rear of Hannibal's jewels.

[cook_the_rude]

"Just so!"

His hips thrust up, pushing against Sinric's finger.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves with him, not letting the thrust enter him any deeper. He does however rub his fingers in circles over Hannibal's hole. "Just so?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal groans loudly, thrusting in helpless greed for more.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric leans back a little, riding with Hannibal's thrusts and teasing the tip of his finger in just a tiny bit. Enough to make Hannibal feel it press.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans and wriggles, as if trying to impale himself further on that finger.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric stills, waits till Hannibal is desperate with need. He brings that finger to his lips, making sure Hannibal's eyes are on him as he lavishes it wet and ready with his tongue. "Will you fall if I give you this?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Into the deepest, sweetest abyss," Hannibal says, somewhat more coherent now he is not being driven on all that directly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric releases the finger with a pop and reaches back, teasing wet skin over Hannibal's tight hole.

[cook_the_rude]

All coherence is gone as Hannibal once more moans loudly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves in slow, lazy thrusts, his finger dipping and pressing closer as he speeds up.

Clenching tight and driving himself down, he thrusts his finger deep, seeking the seat of pleasure as he does.

[cook_the_rude]

When he touches it, Hannibal erupts -- moaning and thrashing wildly, and spilling his seed into Sinric once again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric stays seated like an expert rider, stroking and milking Hannibal all the way though his peak.

He leans down to kiss Hannibal sweetly. "Beautiful!"

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," Hannibal gasps, utterly winded.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric withdraws to lay down beside Hannibal, smiling warmly as he strokes Hannibal's chest, giving him time to come down slowly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is breathing heavily, and not speaking for the moment.

He gathers Sinric close to his chest. "I will miss you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cuddles close. "As I will miss you. I can't thank you enough for all you've given me."

[cook_the_rude]

"Come back for more," Hannibal says, "when you can."

[thewidewideworld]

"I will and gladly. I hope I can visit here often so I can share the journey with you."

[cook_the_rude]

"So do I," Hannibal says, stretching, and then gathering Sinric close again.

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: fade there? So sweet and so very hot!}

[cook_the_rude]

[[OOC: Thanks for the thread -- that was great!]]