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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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[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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pushes Hannibal's shirt away, reaching for the opening of his pants in earnest desire to give back some of the pleasure Hannibal is give him. He feels coltish today, clumsy and unsure. And he doesn't know why.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's hand slides around to nestle firmly at that small of Sinric'S back, pulling him closer.

[thewidewideworld]

That helps. More perhaps than he is willing to admit. He can never quite understand what it is about Hannibal that unsettles him so. No, not unsettles, that's not the right words. Something that pulls away another layer of his mask, sets his soul bare and makes him feel so... open. So raw. Makes him feel more than he might want to but no more than he needs to.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal strokes Sinric's back while kissing his breasts, once more pulling him down onto the blanket under the cherry blossom.

[thewidewideworld]

He lets himself be pulled, surrendering himself to both to Hannibal's desire but to the pleasure Hannibal's touch is stirring in him.