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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[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal does so.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin settles over him, slender hips resting on the curve of Hannibal's buttocks. He runs his hands up Hannibal's back, just touching, just feeling.

"Does this- hurt?" His fingers skirt the brand.

[cook_the_rude]

"No," Hannibal says, softly. "Not any any more."

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you mind if I touch you there?" he asks, keeping his hands moving over the planes of Hannibal's back.

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh, not at all," Hannibal says. "I am all yours to explore. Wherever you want."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin works his hands over Hannibal's back, alternating massaging and slow caresses. Like someone learning a new instrument.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal relaxes utterly, and hums with pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin leans in to kiss the curve of Hannibal's neck, warm breasts brushing the skin just below the brand.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal arches his back, just a little, to press himself into the touch.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin runs his hands down Hannibal's arms, stroking down and back up, his narrow hips pressing against Hannibal's rear.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal arches his back in the other direction, pressing himself into the touch yet again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin purrs and strokes his way down Hannibal's back, undulating slowly with his touch. "So powerful." He feels the muscle under his hands.

[cook_the_rude]

"Hmmm," Hannibal says, pleased at the praise. "All yours for your pleasure."

[thewidewideworld]

"Will you let me ride you?" It's been a very long time since he had this kind of control and freedom during sex.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes."

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you... have a condom?" He asks nervously. "Sorry, it's just- one had to be careful these days."

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course," Hannibal says. "There is a red Japanese lacquer box in the nightstand..."

[thewidewideworld]

Sin lifts off him to check, glad Hannibal didn't try to argue about this. Men so often do. He select a condom and inspects it swiftly, fetching the little bottle of lube too.

"Make yourself comfortable?" He waits for Hannibal to make himself comfortable against the pillows.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal leans back, and looks at Sin expectantly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin slide the condom on him with care, stroking Hannibal slowly and skilfully with lube as he does. He leans in to kiss Hannibal as he straddles him.

He doesn't mount Hannibal at once, instead rubbing against him, building up the anticipation. It has been some time. And he has fantasies about this for.. well, too long.

He looks into those blood warm eyes as he takes Hannibal into him slowly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans wordlessly, holding Sin's gaze.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin winces as he takes Hannibal in, shivering a little at the overwhelming feeling. His pretty dark eyes slip closed, his cupid's bow mouth forming a silent oh.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal reaches up to Sin's breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin's reaction becomes rather abruptly verbal at that, in a breathless moan. His nipples harden under Hannibal's hands, his inner muscles tightening around Hannibal.

He runs his own hands down Hannibal's chest. Less stroking and more... scrambling to ground himself.

He shifts his weight, aligning his hips to deepen his seat and find that perfect spot. "I haven't done this." He sighs, his voice almost lyrically sweet. "In a very long time."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal runs his thumbs over Sin's nipples.