Sinric smiles and kisses his shoulder in thanks as he follow the curves of Hannibal's skull the be sure his hair is well lathered before rinsing it out.

Sliding a hand over Hannibal's forehead with practiced ease, he makes sure no suds get in those fascinating eyes. He circles around Hannibal to be sure all the shampoo is out before reaching for the conditioner.

He can't resist the temptation of that spread stance and brushes his hip against Hannibal's rear as he puts the bottle back.