OOM: For Sinric

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's office is brightly lit today, the windows open to let in grey wintery light which washes palely over the furniture and art.

The pictures are Tang dynasty landscape paintings today, interspersed with court scenes of officials wearing complex hats.

Hannibal politely gestures at the couch, then goes to fetch the wine glasses.

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[thewidewideworld]

He smiles a little grimly, as if appreciating a flattering lie. He traces the curves of Hannibal's jaw, his high cheekbones. "Where you are just as I remember you in my mind's eye."

[cook_the_rude]

"Well, I did change in the three years I didn't come here," Hannibal points out.

[thewidewideworld]

"You did, that's true." He still brushes his fingers over Hannibal's cheek, tracing up to the curve of his ear. "But your smile never changes. When it reaches your eyes, it's like a sunrise that warms everything."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal just smiles at him.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." Sinric croon, looking up at Hannibal with a sigh. "Yes, just like that." He leans up to kiss Hannibal deeply. "Radiant."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal returns the kiss, just as deeply.

He is still smiling.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts without breaking the kiss for more than a moment, moving to straddle Hannibal's lap. He runs his fingers through Hannibal's hair as the green silk pools around them, his breasts still bared.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal holds him by his hips and bends his head to kiss the breasts again.

[thewidewideworld]

Nipples still warm and swollen from before harden again. Sinric sighs and lets his head fall back. His hand move over Hannibal's shoulders and down his front, seeking the buttons of his shirt.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal murmurs, "touch me, lovely Sinric!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushes back Hannibal's shirt, running small smooth hands over his chest. He pushes one shoulder off so he can kiss his way over Hannibal's collarbone.

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," Hannibal murmurs, smiling at him like a cat who got at the cream.

[thewidewideworld]

Not just the cream but the canary too. Well, a lark anyway. Sinric takes his time, nuzzles and kisses the slopes and planes of Hannibal's collarbone, moving slowly down his chest. Skin and silk brushing skin as he curls his tongue around Hannibal's nipple.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans softly. "You haven't lost your touch at all," he declares.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles against his skin, curling his tongue this way and that over the tips of Hannibal's nipples. He shifts a little further back on Hannibal's knees, allowing him to kiss lower down his chest as stomach.

He has lost little of his flexibly too.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal sighs, leaning back his head.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses his way lower, reacquainting himself with the shapes and plains of Hannibal's chest and stomach. He pauses at he nuzzles Hannibal's navel, fingers brushing the fly of his trousers. "May I?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes!" Hannibal enthusiastically agrees.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts back, his weight just on the inner edge of Hannibal's knees as he opens Hannibal's fly and belt, easing them down. He certainly has the flexibility to pleasure Hannibal from here but it wouldn't be as good, nor as comfortable on Hannibal's knees so he slips gracefully to the floor. Silk settles around him like a cloud as he kneels between Hannibal's feet, urging him to lift a little so Sinric may help him out of his trousers.

[cook_the_rude]

With a pleased sigh, Hannibal does just that.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric helps him out of his shoes and socks, easing his trousers down to revel his manhood.

He makes a pretty sight, there at Hannibal's feet as he kisses the curve of Hannibal's thigh, feeling the hard muscle and smooth skin, working his way progressively higher.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans and opens his legs, invitingly.

[thewidewideworld]

An invitation Sinric takes gladly. He nuzzles slowly up Hannibal's thighs, his smooth cheek brushing against the hot skin of Hannibal's manhood. He kisses up the sweep of his pelvic and hip, up to the lower plane of his stomach. In doing so, Hannibal's jewels come to rest on the sweep of Sinric's breasts. A hard sight for any man not to enjoy.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal bends down to kiss Sinric's shoulder and neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks up to capture Hannibal in a kiss, intentionally rubbing Hannibal's stones and stem between his small, pert breasts.