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 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!"

[cook_the_rude]

"Like them?" Hannibal says, sprawling naked on the bed. "They do look nice."

[thewidewideworld]

"I always wondered... they're so heavy and strange." He comes back over to the bed, looking down at how they swing as he walks. He's seen and held many but never his own.

[cook_the_rude]

Sitting up, Hannibal reaches out to touch them.

[thewidewideworld]

At the touch Sinric automatically falls into presentation posture - knees apart, back straight, wrists crosses over the small of his back.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal cups those balls and moves them between the fingers, smiling up at Sinric.

"Warm and springy and furry; very nice."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps; short, hot pants as Hannibal touches him. His cock twitches with need, hard and leaking.

Unable to bear it anymore he drops the submissive posture and kisses her again, roughly as he presses his body against hers.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal lies back again, pulling him along.

[thewidewideworld]

He parts her thighs, pushing himself between them. Not inside her yet, just enough to rub against her, the feel then heat of her and to groan for need of her.

Broad hands run from waist to wrists, lingering over her breasts in long strokes, more appreciative that dominating but strong. So strangely and wonderfully strong.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans, opening her legs further to make him welcome, arching into the touch of his hands.

[thewidewideworld]

He kisses Hannibal deeply, drinking those moans as he rocks against her firmly.

As she arches, he slips inside her, guided by the welcoming wetness. The sudden heat of her makes him groan, surging forward for more.

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," she moans, closing her legs around him.

[thewidewideworld]

He shudders, never having felt anything like this. He forces himself into stillness, kissing and lapping at her breasts in order to distract himself from the desire to rut.

[cook_the_rude]

She runs her hands over his shoulders and down the strong muscles of his back.

[thewidewideworld]

Her touch makes him keen, thrusting in shallow, desperate bucks. "Hannibal." He groans, kissing her again. "I feel... so much!"

[cook_the_rude]

"Feel it," she whispers. "Taste it to the full."

[thewidewideworld]

He howls in desire and desperation and pushes her legs up to his shoulders, taking her in deep, hard thrusts. Every part of his body screams in desperation, needing completion more than air, more than life.

He won't last long, not this first time and he can't think straight enough to know how to make it better for her. All he can do is follow Hannibal's advice and feel it with all his being.