OOM: Cubefall 2016 -- for Sinric

[cook_the_rude]

 Hannibal's room is almost unchanged -- apart from the pictures, which are mostly paintings of exotic beaches today, giving the room a more colourful and slightly more cheerful air than usual.

Hannibal opens the door, stands aside, and smiles. "And this time," 'she' says, "we won't even offend Noriko -- this body is wholly my own."

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves with a degree of coltishness, still unaccustomed to taking up so much space.

He shudders at the memory, too tainted by regret to be enjoyed. "That, we can be glad of."

Way to kill the mood, Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

"We can be glad of our choices in any case," Hannibal says, looking at Sinric with a sideways smile of appreciation.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric turns from the beach scene and smiles softly, making an effort to bring his thoughts back to the present.

At least it has eased the pressure at his groin a little. "True. For what is this holiday for, if not to appreciate difference."

[cook_the_rude]

"Being different from the usual, and being different from each other, too," Hannibal says. "Would you like a drink?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Very true." He smiles, more genuinely as he casts his eyes over her form. He has never found women all that attractive. Objectively beautiful at times but not attractive to him physically. However this body has very different ideas. And it's Hannibal who Sinric had always been attracted to at a level that has little to do with the physical.

"Please? A drink would be wonderful."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles at him again, then turns to get a bottle of white wine from the fridge in the kitchen towers, and two glasses for it. He opens, pours a little, sniffs one glass, nods, then pours for them both.

[thewidewideworld]

He watches with interest, noting the small changes in posture and gesture, the little clues that show she's still very much Hannibal - the way her fingers curve around the stem of the glass, the way her pinkie sits out just a little as she breathes in the scent of the wine. The way her eyes close, letting her other senses take over. The tug of a smile at the corner of her lips.

He cocks his head, watching with quiet fascination, warmly transfixed.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal turns smoothly, cocks his head, and hands Sinric one of the wine glasses, looking up at him -- just a little bit.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm not use to being taller than you. Even if it isn't by much." He takes the glass, fingers brushing over hers less gracefully than usual.

He set it down with tasting it and kisses her. Slower this time, less impulsively. A brush of lips as if testing the feeling.

[cook_the_rude]

She laughs, softly, and leans up into the kiss. Her lips taste of the wine.

[thewidewideworld]

He likes the taste. Of the wine, of her. He deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around her narrow waist.

[cook_the_rude]

She leans into the embrace, slight and sinuous. "You are so lovely and strong this way," she purrs.

[thewidewideworld]

"You enjoy my strength?" He asks, smoothing his large hands over the small of her back, touching more confidently now.

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," she says. "I find I do, very ,cu."

[thewidewideworld]

He takes the glass from her and sets it down, embracing her more firmly to kiss her this time.

As he pulls her body against his, there's no hiding his returning desire.

[cook_the_rude]

Kissing him back, she moves her hips sinuously on acknowledgement of that fact.

[thewidewideworld]

He gasps sharply, very much aware of how swiftly this body reacts to the press of her body. "Hannibal, I would... may I..." he pants between kisses, eloquence lost in a spike of need.

[cook_the_rude]

"Anything you want," Hannibal whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

"May I undress you?" He draws back a little, trying to clear his head. "I admit, I haven't undressed myself in this form yet. I'm not entirely sure what it is I have to offer."

Other than achingly hard. He's been a little too afraid to look.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, you may," she purrs, looking up at him. "And I prefer quality to quantity in any case."

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles shyly and brings his hand around to touch the buttons of her blouse, undoing them slowly and pushing the cloth back. Taking advantage of his little bit of extra height, he kisses the slope of her neck and collarbone as he bares her shoulders. "I hope I won't disappoint."

[cook_the_rude]

She moves her head to allow better access. "I am sure you won't," she says. "You're already keeping all the promises, and more."

[thewidewideworld]

He hums a note of happiness at that and gently lowers her bra strap, kissing down the line of it to brush his lips over the upper curves of her breast.

He frees the last button, untucking her blouse to let it fall from her arms to the floor.

[cook_the_rude]

There is nothing to take off him at this moment, but she runs her hands over his arms and chest with great appreciation nonetheless.

[thewidewideworld]

He curves his hands around her chest, following the line of her bra to fumble with the catch. "Is this... okay?" He asks, managing to get the clip open.