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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[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.