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Sinric makes a soft protesting sound. "Am I wicked for not wanting to go inside? For wanting to share myself with you here under the cherry blossoms?" Because I want very much to stay here - to bare my body to you and the sunshine?"

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[cook_the_rude]

"It should be," Hannibal says, taking the rug and the bottle of wine, and holding out his free hand to Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes that hand, his delicate fingers warm and ready as they head to the grove of trees.

It's everything they hoped - private and beautiful, the carpet of petals undisturbed. He turns to Hannibal and pulls him down into a kiss. "Take me here? Bare me to the sun and blossoms and share your passion with me?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pulls him close, and kisses him with a soft abandon probably owed to the cherry blossom, and the lovely fleeting nature of the world.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric melts into the kiss, melting into Hannibal's embrace. He pushes up on his toes, his hands braced against Hannibal's hard chest.

[cook_the_rude]

"Nothing like the beauty of nature," Hannibal murmurs, "for letting nature take its course."

His nimble fingers slip into the openings of Sinric's clothes again, finding skin to caress.

[thewidewideworld]

"The soul of a poet." Sinric moans, his own fingers seeking the opening of Hannibal's shirt. "Touch of an artist."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal tilts his head to allow him access, answering with a soft chuckle. "You flatter me so much."

[thewidewideworld]

"I admire you greatly. For your many virtues as a man." Sinric confesses, kissing the crest of Hannibal's chest as he pushed back his shirt.

[cook_the_rude]

"As I admire you greatly, for your many talents, your resilience, your honesty and your beauty," Hannibal replies, pulling at Sinric's clothes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric arches up to steal a kiss, the folds of his gown falling back to reveal the silken skin beneath.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal bends his neck to kiss the skin of Sinric's shoulder, sharp teeth imparting a playful nip, like a cat's love-bite.

[thewidewideworld]

Each little nips draws a little gasp from Sinric, a softly and breathless moan as he leans into Hannibal. He slides his hands around Hannibal's waist, gently pushing his trousers down.

[cook_the_rude]

"You want me," Hannibal murmurs. "Do you?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Very much." Sinric whispers breathlessly, running his hands over the curve of Hannibal's rear.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal slowly kisses his way down Sinric's chest, towards his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers and arches, his slight body swaying softly to the touch. He already aches to have Hannibal's lips on him, his large nipples hard.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal slowly kisses his way down the valley between those breasts, pretneding to ignore the nipples.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers softly, his hands flexing on Hannibal's waist. He feels so tender and small under Hannibal's touch. So needy. "Hannibal... please?"

[cook_the_rude]

Finally, Hannibal puts his lips on Sinric's nipple, and bites softly.

[thewidewideworld]

The bite sends a little jerk through his body, a sharp gasp of pain as much as pleasure. He shivers breathlessly.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes?" Hannibal whispers, lips moving lightly on Sinric's nipple.

He follows it with a little lick.

[thewidewideworld]

The lick, yes. The bite... not so much. It takes him a moment to regain his equilibration. "Yes... I'm sorry."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal follows it with a soft kiss, and a gentle suckling touch of his tongue.

[thewidewideworld]

He closes his eyes, trying to ease back into enjoying the feeling. He slides a hand under Hannibal's shirt, feeling the hard muscle of Hannibal's shoulder.

"Oh... oh..." He gasps sweetly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal turns his head to kiss the other breast.