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]

"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.