Sinric doesn't register their fall, or anything for some minutes.
He comes to resting against Hannibal's chest, aching from the pleasure of it and utterly wrung out. His hand moves tentatively over Hannibal's chest, seeking the reassurance of a heartbeat.
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He comes to resting against Hannibal's chest, aching from the pleasure of it and utterly wrung out. His hand moves tentatively over Hannibal's chest, seeking the reassurance of a heartbeat.