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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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[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?"

[cook_the_rude]

"The very spirit of hanami," Hannibal says, smiling.

[thewidewideworld]

"Hanami" He breathes, echoing the word with a sigh, arching softly. "Will you ravish me? Please?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal sits up, and opens his trousers in preparation of the ravishment, smiling at Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric reaches up to sprinkle blossoms in Hannibal's hair, over his skin. Smiling warmly in anticipation of pleasure.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal, naked now and very ready for Sinric, reaches into the picnic basket to find something, anything, that could smmoth his passage.

[thewidewideworld]

There's a bottle of olive oil in amongst his things. He's too busy arching up to kiss Hannibal's neck and collarbone, rubbing his bared ankles over Hannibal's thighs.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal finds it, and pours some into his hand to slick up Sinric.

Avidly, he returns those kisses.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lifts his hips into the touch, a lithe little cat in heat under Hannibal's ministrations. He mews sweetly, lifting one leg higher to wrap around Hannibal's hip.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal slips two oily fingers inside Sinric, then pulls him up to position himself at the oil-smooth entrance.