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]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal answers, voice catching a little. "Yes, please!"

[thewidewideworld]

He eases the bra away, stepping back to help her slip it off.

He smiles warmly, admiring her before cupping her waist. He moves his hands slowly, reverently up Hannibal's ribs to cup het breasts lightly from below. His hands seem huge as he leans in to kiss the upper curves of them.

[cook_the_rude]

HAnnibal moans softly. "This feels as good as it usually does to you," she murmurs, stroking his strong chest.

[thewidewideworld]

"Then I'm glad to return the pleasure." He whispers, his lips grazing Hannibal's nipples.

He leans back a moment and sweeps her up, princess style and carries her over to the bed.

[cook_the_rude]

"You are so strong, like this," she whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lays her on the bed, leaning over her to steal a slow, rather passionate kiss. "It feels very strange. And rather good." He bends his head to kiss her breasts again, teasing his tongue over her nipples slowly.

[cook_the_rude]

She moans loudly, and almost instinctively opens her knees to him.

[thewidewideworld]

The little zipper on Hannibal's skirt take a bit of working out but Sinric can multi-task. He runs his hands down her hips, urging it down.

He finds he wants her naked rather a lot now.

[cook_the_rude]

She wriggles to help him, as she wants to be naked just as much, it seems.

Her hands reach for the waistband of his trousers.

[thewidewideworld]

He strips Hannibal rather hurriedly, her skirt and any underwear ending up in a tangled mess on the floor.

The surf shorts are a bit of a challenge to get out of, especially given the way he's straining against them. Sinric has to stand St the end of the bed to get them off.

Turns out he's rather well endowed in this shape. Not overly so but certainly nothing to be sneered at.

And testes! Warm and large with their golden fur. Sinric suffers a moment of utter distraction as he reaches down to cup them. "Oh!"