Sinric moves to knell behind him, his fingers tracing small, direct circles, teasing as much as opening.
He leans forward to kiss Hannibal's shoulder, whispering in his ear. "I have thought of this often. Of giving you the pleasure you have given me." He presses his fingers deeper, the oil warm and fragrant. "Of having you beneath me, captive to the pleasure I give you."
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Date: 2016-11-17 11:07 pm (UTC)He leans forward to kiss Hannibal's shoulder, whispering in his ear. "I have thought of this often. Of giving you the pleasure you have given me." He presses his fingers deeper, the oil warm and fragrant. "Of having you beneath me, captive to the pleasure I give you."