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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[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.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," she gasps, "yes! Like that!"

[thewidewideworld]

He leans forward, hands braced above her shoulders to take her harder and deeper, panting into a wild kiss. "I can't... I must..." he's so close now.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," she moans, "you must! Do!"

[thewidewideworld]

With one, two, three more thrusts, he gives himself over to it. His whole body shudders, crying out in a harsh groan as he spills over.

He rests his head in her shoulder, trembling with the force of it.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," she says. "Yes. Just like that."

[thewidewideworld]

He shakes, trying to catch his breath but can't. He buries his face in her neck, muttering breathless thanks in Greek.

[cook_the_rude]

She runs her hands over his back, wordlessly.

[thewidewideworld]

It's quite a few minutes before he can find the strength to lift himself, only half wilted and roll onto his side, pulling her with him in a warm embrace.

[cook_the_rude]

"Amazing, isn't it?" Hannibal whispers, moving withhim.

[thewidewideworld]

"So raw." He whispers hoarsely, eyed softly hazy. "Visceral."

He reaches to touch her cheek very softly. "I'm sorry I didn't make it better for you."

[cook_the_rude]

"That can come next," Hannibal says. "This night is far from over."

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles and draws her into a slow kiss, tender and more like himself. "I will. I promise."

He smiles again, making himself more comfortable against her. "Is it normal to be so tired after?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, quite ordinary," Hannibal says. "Some even fall asleep for a bit."

[thewidewideworld]

He chuckles lightly, brushing his fingers over Hannibal's hair. "I'm not sure I would go so far as sleeping bit I would be grateful just to lay with you here a moment?"

[cook_the_rude]

"You can," Hannibal says. "There is no hurry, now you've taken the first edge off."

[thewidewideworld]

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks, biting his lip. "I'm afraid the need made me rather more urgent than I should have been."

[cook_the_rude]

"No," she says. "Not at all. It was very pleasurable, just too short."