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]

"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."

[thewidewideworld]

He dips his head in an apologetic bow and runs his hand over her warm, soft body. "Will you tell me what pleasures you wish to explore?" He asks, leaning it to kiss the curve of her neck softly.

[cook_the_rude]

"All of them," Hannibal says. "I want you to explore, and discover, for yourself."

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles into her skin as he runs a gentle hand over her ribs, stroking her kiss as he explores the curves of her neck and shoulders with soft kisses and gentle nips.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal leans back with a deep, pleased sigh.

[thewidewideworld]

Now that the edge has been taken off, he's slower, more methodical. He kisses down to the upper curve of her breasts, varying his kisses to find what pleases her best.

{ooc: Caught me on the way to bed. I'll tag back in your evening.}

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans and sighs, rather louder at this than he is in his male form.


[[OOC: Sleep well!]]

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric works his way lower to cup her breasts, trailing his firm lips over the tips of her nipples, curling his still clever tongue around them as they harden.

[cook_the_rude]

"That," she gasps, "feels amazing!"

[thewidewideworld]

He lavishes her nipples with attention, varying his strokes from tiny teasing licks to strong suckling, his hands gliding over her sides and ribs.

Let it never be said he isn't a trained and talented lover.

[cook_the_rude]

She writhes, and moans softly, and arches into his touch, reaching up to run her hands over his shoulders again.

[thewidewideworld]

He moves down further, nuzzling the undercurve of her breasts and ribs, working his way towards her belly.

He finds himself starting to harden again as he moves closer to her mound.

[cook_the_rude]

She spreads her legs, to allow him more access, lifting her hips as she does so.

[thewidewideworld]

He forces himself to wait, kissing her mount of Venus before working his way down her legs. He lifts one foot to his shoulder, worshipping the tender curve of her ankle.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal encourages. "Yes, like that!"

[thewidewideworld]

He takes her other foot, massaging with strong hands as he kisses his way up to the rise of her calves, the soft skin of her inner knee.

[cook_the_rude]

"You are a natural at this," she assures him, opening up to invite him closer.

[thewidewideworld]

"Hardly." He smiles, hands moving up her thigh to caress the soft curls as his lips follow. "I was well trained."

[cook_the_rude]

"But not" -- she hisses with pleasure -- "about women!"