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 puts his hands on Sinric's hips and starts slamming up into him, strong and greedy and demanding

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal keeps thrusting, strong and fierce and without any hesitation, hitting Sinric again and again where it feels best

[thewidewideworld]

The aim of the dance had been to remind himself he was beautiful, that he could still drive a man to wild desire. To remind himself he had that power.

And now he was powerless, shaking and gasping as Hannibal's thrusts trigger wave after wave of pleasure. Short and sharp and utterly mind-blowing, he is at Hannibal's mercy.

[cook_the_rude]

But Hannibal seems just as powerless, thrusting and moaning in the throes of desire and passion.

[thewidewideworld]

Then they are equally lost in this. Sinric starts to whimper, feeling too much and yet able to get enough. He can feel the coil inside him growing tight, even as his body tightens around Hannibal.

It cannot be long now, because how can he bear it? And yet, to go over will be greater still.

He buries his face in Hannibal's neck, tears of overwhelming pleasure wetting his face just as sweat glistens over his skin.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is gasping Sinric's name, unable to keep from speeding up, utterly lostt in this fast, strong pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Building like a storm, he feels himself seize, clench. His head snaps back, his spine tight as a bow strings.

He has no air to cry out, no breath to scream Hannibal's name although hangs on his lips. It's too much. Too much.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal keeps thrusting through most of it, but then it's too much, and he spills into Sinric's body, wrung out to the last drop by those clenching muscles.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hangs limply in Hannibal's arms, barely conscious and gasping. The height of it was so extreme, it has left him all but senseless.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal holds him close and lets himself fall backwards, taking Sinric with him.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is alive, and breathing.

[thewidewideworld]

He didn't doubt Hannibal was alive, more that Sinric wanted to feel him.

He turns his head enough to lay a kiss on the curve of Hannibal's chest.

[cook_the_rude]

"Hmmm."

A pleased purr is all Hannibal manages.

[thewidewideworld]

It's a good noise and Sinric likes it. He settles back, head resting on Hannibal's chest to let the feeling wash over him.

His whole body is so sensitive, his skin feeling as if it's glowing. The very tips of his fingers brush over Hannibal's skin, just gently.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's hands wander over his back ever so slightly, just as if looking for the most comfortable place to settle.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's back is hot and damp with sweat. He moves his own hand over Hannibal's chest, half stroking, half softly massaging.

[cook_the_rude]

"We need another shower," Hannibal murmurs. "Later."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric manages a sweet little laugh. "I don't think my knees could bear me just now."

He looks up into Hannibal's eyes. "That was powerful. Frighteningly and wonderfully powerful."

[cook_the_rude]

"Primoedial," Hannibal says. "Sexual energy between us went to critical mass and exploded in uncomtrollable chain reaction, like the sun catching fire."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs softly. "I feel an ignorant fool when you say such beautiful things." Art, music, poetry; yes. But sciences aren't his strong point.

[cook_the_rude]

"It's science from the far future," Hannibal says. "It's not very nice of me to use them for an extended metaphor for the breathtaking explosiveness of the sex we had."

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles up at Hannibal, eyes warm. "Not at all. It sounds very apt, even I don't understand it." He nuzzles Hannibal's chest softly. "And I'm glad it was as explosive for you too."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles back, wordless in utter lassitude.