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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 gives a brief gasp of pleasure as he obviously tries to refrain from thrusting up, and fails to do so completely.

[thewidewideworld]

Since moves with him, takinh Hannibal's thrusts gladly bit keeping himself from becoming too overwhelmed.

He nibbles over Hannibal's neck, moving down with slow kisses to teases the tips of his nipples with his darting little tongue.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, please," Hannibal says, surprisingly polite while his voice thickens with lust.

[thewidewideworld]

The politeness makes Sinric chuckle, his breath warm on Hannibal's damp skin. He starts to buck his hips deeper and more emphatically, suckling hotly to make Hannibal moan.

[cook_the_rude]

And moan he does -- with abandon.

[thewidewideworld]

Just as Sinric intends. He purrs softly as he nips lightly, his rolling thrusts grow stronger.

He builds slowly back to the brink of pleasure, controlled and growing within him. As he's sure it's growing in Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal begins to tense his gluteus maximus muscles, thrusting up into Sinric in time with his movements.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric arches up with a moan, riding Hannibal wildly. He angles himself to bring Hannibal's thrusts against his seat of pleasure ever second or third thrust, reaching back to cup Hannibal's stones.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gives a long, loud, helpless moan and thrusts up, thrashing wildly out of control now.

[thewidewideworld]

"For me." Sinric moans, clenching tightly as he massages Hannibal's ball, ready to bring them both to the height of pleasure. "Give in for me."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal arches his back powerfully, and shouts his pleasure in a long moan´as he spills hot and copiously inside Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's cry joins Hannibal's, almost in harmony as he spills his tiny drops of seed, leaking down his little snail to pool on the scar beneath.

He falls forward, panting. His hair framing their faces like a curtain of gold silk, shading them from the world.

[cook_the_rude]

Once he has his breath back, Hannibal pulls him close and kisses him.

Cherry blossom petals are sticking to their sweaty skin.

[thewidewideworld]

He kisses back, passionate and breathless. He laughs softly and leans his slight weight against Hannibal's chest.

[cook_the_rude]

Cherry blossoms keep falling on their skin as Hannibal closes his eyes, content and satisfied.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs with the joy of it, nuzzling Hannibal's neck a little as he lets his breathing slow.

[cook_the_rude]

They won't rest here for too long, but rest they will, at least.


[[OOC: Fade here?]]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: lovely, thank you.}