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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric tumbles through a door. Not his own nor Hannibal's but near and open. He pulls Hannibal with him, pushing the door closed without a backwards glance. The room is dark and richly furnished, finished in oxblood and gilt. All of which Sinric ignores as he pulls at Hannibal's clothes, eager for skin between passionate kisses.

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[cook_the_rude]

"Sinric!" Hannibal exclaims. "Oh yes, like that! Let yourself go!"

He keeps moving faster.

[thewidewideworld]

Hannibal's words, his thrusts striking Sinric's seat of pleasure, it's too much.

He arches back, his nails raking Hannibal's chest as HR gives over to a bright scream of ecstasy.

That frozen moment of blinding pleasure is almost too much to bear and his vision swims, half faint with the force of it.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moans loudly, and spills his seed inside Sinric just moments afterwards, filling him with new, added heat.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lolls, hands falling to the bed in an effort to catch himself. Overcome with the wave that has broken over him, he trembles weakly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal catches him, and holds him, and kisses him.

[thewidewideworld]

He returns the kisses as best he can, kittenish in Hannibal's strong arms.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal holds him and says nothing for a moment, except the little noises he makes while kissing.

[thewidewideworld]

It takes Sinric a while, and many shared kisses to fully come back to himself. "You bring out such wildness in me." He laughs warmly.

[cook_the_rude]

"I am proud that I can," Hannibal says, still holding him warmly.

[thewidewideworld]

He draws back a little to smile into Hannibal's eyes. And then gasps as he sees the smears of blood on Hannibal's broad chest. "Oh my! Hannibal, forgive me. I have hurt you."

[cook_the_rude]

"It doesn't matter in the least," Hannibal assures him. "Not only have I had so much worse, I am even proud to bear a reminder of the passion that I can touch inside you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric flushes at the complement but shakes his head. "Let me tend you, at least. If they're cleaned, they won't scar."

[cook_the_rude]

"It won't scar much," Hannibal says, "and I don't mind having it for a bit."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes his head. "You and I both have scars enough. I would rather leave my mark here," He rests his hand over Hannibal's heart. "Or here." He strokes Hannibal's temple.

[cook_the_rude]

"You have done that," Hannibal says, "but it is all inside."

[thewidewideworld]

He takes Hannibal's hand and guides it to the scars on his shoulder, the kanji cut into his skin. "I have the marks of a lover who sought to leave a lasting memento. I would rather have you in my heart and cut to my skin."

He very gently touches the scratches he's left on Hannibal's chest. "But I can't stop you from enjoying a lasting mark, if you want it."

[cook_the_rude]

"It will fade soon," Hannibal says, "shallow as it is. But while it is there, it will make me think of you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and leans back further, looking down at the long scratches. He traces the marks with care. "I didn't know I was capable of such violent passions."

[cook_the_rude]

"I loved to finally see them," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric catches a drop of bright blood as it beads just below Hannibal's nipple. "It is you who brings it out in me. You, who knows me so well and can inflame my passions to heights I didn't were in me."

He gives Hannibal a half smile and kisses him. "There was a time I would fear that but I've come to relish and appreciate it deeply."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am glad that I helped you learn to fear less," Hannibal says, returning the kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

"Fear less." He nods, touching his blooded finger to his tongue. "And desire more."

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," Hannibal says. "That, too."

He watches Sinric licking that blood, softly biting his own lip as he does so.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric watches his expression with curiosity, not shrinking from the hunger in it. He looks down to see the smears on his own breast. He wipes at one with his damn finger before offering it to Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal licks it, and smiles.