An involuntary sound of hunger comes from the back of Sinric's throat, his own eyes wide with desire.

He leans in to kiss Hannibal, hard and wanting.

He then leans back and starts cleaning the phallus with the same ritual grace, first with strong spirits and a cloth of linen, then with a scented oil, warm and spicy.

He fits the phallus to the belt, slipping it over his own small member before coming over to kiss Hannibal again. Just as forcefully as before.