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[thewidewideworld]

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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 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.

[cook_the_rude]

Kneeling on the blanket, Hannibal starts kissing his way down Sinric's front.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric spreads his knees, leaning his weight back on his hands to hold himself as he pants in pleasure.

Cherry blossoms fall, catching in his hair and on the sweep of his collarbone and he finds himself laughing softly and warmly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal reaches up to trail a few of those petals down over Sinric's breasts with feather-light fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

The feeling is enough to dispel the lingering worry in a bubble of giggles.

He falls back, sprawling on the rug in small puff of petals. "Forgive me." He smiles, trying to still his giggling.

[cook_the_rude]

"There is nothing to be sorry about," Hannibal chuckles, licking Sinric's navel.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric breathes a sigh, very much bordering on a moan as Hannibal's kisses brushes his lower stomach. He runs his fingers through Hannibal's hair and over the nape of his neck, breathing his name.

[cook_the_rude]

"Here I am," Hannibal says, looking up at him.

[thewidewideworld]

"That you are." He arches up, flexing his lean legs and letting himself revel in the beauty and pleasure of that moment. "And for that I am very glad."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pulls at Sinric's trousers, to make his way further southwards.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lifts his hips in encouragement, fingers dancing in Hannibal's hair with little sighs of pleasure.

His little snail is stirring, goosebumps dancing over his skin is anticipation.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pulls off the trousers in a smooth motion, and then proceeds to kiss the inside of Sinric's thighs.

[thewidewideworld]

The sudden strip of his pants makes him wiggle and laugh, turning into a breathless moan as Hannibal kisses him. He massage Hannibal's scalp, panting joyfully.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal picks up a handful of cherry petals and sprinkles them over Sinric as his is kissing his way upwards.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs brightly, stretching out in a decadent sprawl under Hannibal's touch. "How do I look? Decorated in pink?"