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]

"Yes," she gasps, "yes -- just like this!"

[thewidewideworld]

He cups her waist and rolls to over, bringing her into his lap. He kisses her again, hungry and fierce.

[cook_the_rude]

She moves against him, moaning into the kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

He sits up, wrapping a leg around her to look her in the eye. He holds her close, a hand tangled in her sunrise hair as his hot breath brushes her lips. Each roll of his hips brings him deeper, but lets her set the pace.

[cook_the_rude]

"This is..." she sighs. "Yes!!"

She moves faster, eager and wild.

[thewidewideworld]

He moves with her, keeping up as best he can but mostly letting her ride him as he has ridden Hannibal more that once. He ducks his head to kiss her breasts, a large hand firm on her lower back.

This second time he can last the distance, feeling joy and desire but without the greedy edge to finish.

[cook_the_rude]

"You are," she gasps, "amazing, in any shape or form!"

[thewidewideworld]

He slides a hand between them, his thumb seeking out her nub of pleasure, wanting to see as well as feel her joy.

[cook_the_rude]

"I am going to...!" she gasps, speeding up almost desperately.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes!" He cries, answering passion for passion. "Do, yes!"

[cook_the_rude]

She stiffens around him, clenching tight, throws back her head and cries out loudly with pleasure, contracting rapidly in the throes of pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

He has no power to hold out against the onslaught of her fall. He clings to her, spilling even as her joy milks the fall from him.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes!" she gasps. "Yes! Oh yes! Oh YES!"

It takes her a long time until her pleasure ebbs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric finds he doesn't wan swiftly either, but holds her close, letting the sensation wash over him.

He draws her up into a small kiss, breathlessly blissful.

[cook_the_rude]

"This is amazing," Hannibal gasps. "And you are!"

That kiss is returned, sloppy and uncoordinated.

[thewidewideworld]

And joyous none the less. He kisses back with equal fervour, laying them both down with care so he can hold her close.

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you," she says softly.

[thewidewideworld]

He draws back just enough to look her in the eye, questioningly, unsure what it is she's thanking him for.

[cook_the_rude]

"For being wonderful," Hannibal says. "For giving me this experience."

[thewidewideworld]

"Thank you for allowing me to share it with you. It's a new feeling for me too." He smiles, brushing light fingers through her hair.

[cook_the_rude]

"It is good to know we can look to each other for experiments and experiences," Hannibal says. "Few things are too strange."

[thewidewideworld]

"I trust you; heart, body and spirit." Sinric promises, "And strange is a relative term here."

He kisses her slowly. "Let me clean us both so we can rest a while?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," she says. "That is a good idea, Sinric."

She smiles at him, exhausted and grateful.

[thewidewideworld]

"Stay here. I will return." He slips into the bathroom, cleansing himself swiftly and returns with a bowl of hot water and a cloth.

He washes her with almost ritual care, gentle and worshiping.

[cook_the_rude]

"You make me feel so treasured," she murmurs. "Worshipped, almost."