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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[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.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal kisses him deeply, moaning in pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric keeps it up, bobbing slowly to press skin to skin, capturing Hannibal's shaft between his small breasts.

[cook_the_rude]

"You are so" -- moan -- "inventive!"

[thewidewideworld]

"You seem to rather enjoy it." He lowers his chin so his lips press against the head of Hannibal's manhood with each rise and fall of Sinric's chest.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moves his hips, as if involuntarily, rubbing his prick against Sirnic's breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs an encouragement, moving with Hannibal's thrusts so more of his manhood pushes into his mouth each time. He lowers his hands to Hannibal's thighs, using his upper arms to keep his breast tightly together.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans, and can't help but thrust even more strongly.

[thewidewideworld]

His chin tucked to his chest and his lips tight and hot, Sinric gives himself over to Hannibal's thrusts. He allows himself to drool, letting Hannibal's shaft grow wet and slick as it slides between his breasts.

[cook_the_rude]

"Sinric!" Hannibal groans, thrusting even faster.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves in kind, letting Hannibal take, letting Hannibal lose himself in the pleasure of Sinric's body and mouth. How he has missed hearing and feeling Hannibal so wild, so open. He cups his breasts to bring them tighter still to engulf Hannibal's shaft.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gasps, and then spills suddenly, with a long drawn-out ululation.

[thewidewideworld]

Just as Sinric draws back, timed perfectly so Hannibal's release splashes his lips and cheek, his tongue extended as one might accept the Eucharist.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal spends a moment or two just breathing -- gasping first, then breathing more quietly."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric remains on his knees, watching Hannibal regather himself. Now who's got to cream.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal bends over to kiss him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric croons into the kiss, his lips still sticky and his eyes warm.

[cook_the_rude]

"So good," Hannibal whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and moves up to sit in the edge of the couch, stroking Hannibal's cheek. "I'm glad I can still bring you pleasure."

He looks down at himself and laughs. "Even if I'm made rather a mess. Will you excuse me, I just go clean up."

[cook_the_rude]

"I probably should, too," Hannibal says, trying to get up.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder to still him. "I take it as a compliment that your knees are still shaky."

[cook_the_rude]

"That is something you unfailingly do, every time we do something like this," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

"You flatter me." Sometimes Sinric could most definitely use right now. He runs his hands through Hannibal's mussed hair, stroking it back to neatness.

[cook_the_rude]

"I don't," Hannibal says, smiling into Sinric's eyes as he again tries to get up, and succeeds.