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]

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!]]