The first thrust hits Sinric perfectly in the seat of pleasure, driving the air from him. His eyes shot open, wide as his breathless gasp.

All control and balance lost he drops his arms, clinging to Hannibal's shoulders for support as he does his best to ride out the waves of sensation now assaulting him.

He can't imagine being able to reach peak again so soon but as Hannibal ploughs him deep, he isn't sure he will have a choice.