OOM: For AU Sin(ric)

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's room in Milliways is quite simple, compared to the way he lived in Florence.

 

There is a book case full of well-worn old books, a small fireplace with a comfortable-looking chair, some historical prints of Florence, and a small harpsichord. There's a desk, and a desk chair to go with it. Most furniture is vintage midcentury modern, unobtrusively luxurious and classic. He even has what must be a small kitchen, made up from two towers and an island.

 

Everything is rich, warm wood and mature colours -- an off-grey, and some accents in oxblood red.

He turns on the lights, which are gentle and indirect, and leads Sin inside.

"Would you like a drink?"

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[thewidewideworld]

Sin flutters nervously, admiring the room. It's as rich and tasteful as he always imagined for Dr Fell. Not that he expensed that much time or energy thinking about what Dr Fell's rooms would look like. Much.

"Um, yes please? Thank you."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal goes to one of the towers, gets two large glasses, and then pours some Tuscan red for both of them, offering one glass to Sin.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's fingers brush Hannibal's as he takes the glass, causing his breathing to hitch. "Thank you." He take his time to appreciate the wine, the scent of it before taking a sip. "Hmm, it's good. Better than I've had a ling time."

[cook_the_rude]

"You deserve the best, lovely Sin," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm almost afraid you're teasing me." Sin answers, only half joking. It's an effort not to drink too fast.

[cook_the_rude]

"Why would I?" Hannibal says, sipping his wine. "I truly appreciate you. And this wine."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin shakes his head. "I.. I'm sure you wouldn't. I'm just nervous." He doesn't want to harp on the fact it's been a long time. Longer than it has a right to be for someone so young.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal sits on a sofa, and beckons Sin over.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin follows, as if pulled to him by a thread. He sits, his ankles folded and knees touching Hannibal's ever so slightly. He still hasn't relaxed, not as much as he needs to. As he wants to.

That gnawing fear of rejection still freezes him. That fear that if he lets anyone in they'll laugh or push him away in disgust. "Will you kiss me again? Please?" Anything to make the worries subside.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pulls him into his arms again, softly, and kisses him, both their lips tasting of the same wine.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin melts into the kiss, just as he hoped he would, parting his lips to welcome Hannibal to deepen it.

He wants this. So very much. He just needs to stop fighting himself. It would almost be easier if Hannibal wasn't so gentle. But if he wasn't, Sin would be afraid. The balance is dizzying.

[cook_the_rude]

"Better?" Hannibal whispers, kissing him again.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." Sin breathes, caught between answering and begging.

He manages a moment of boldness, resting a hand on Hannibal's hip and sliding it up under his jacket, feeling the hard planes of muscle even through waistcoat and shirt.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal closes his eyes, sighs with pleasure at the touch, and moves minutely towards Sin's hand.

[thewidewideworld]

"Tell me what you like?" Sin asks softly, between kisses.

[cook_the_rude]

"Your pleasure," Hannibal whispers again.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm not sure I know what that is myself." He admits softly.

[cook_the_rude]

"We can find out together," Hannibal suggests.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans softly, nodding an assent. He believes Hannibal. That this will be about more than getting Hannibal off quickly.

"May I?" He ask softly, hands shifting up touch the collar of Hannibal's jacket. Asking permission to remove it.

[cook_the_rude]

"Anything you want, sweet Sin," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

He pushes Hannibal's jacket off his shoulders, leaning in to tentatively kiss the slope of his neck.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal leans his head back; his eyelids flutter a little, and gives a small sigh.

[thewidewideworld]

This at least, he's in firmer ground with. This is something he knows how to do. He gracefully shifts up, tucking one knee under him to he can angle the kiss better, exploring a path up the side of Hannibal's neck.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal lifts his hand and runs it through Sin's hair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin purrs at that, leaning into Hannibal's touch. He likes being stroked.