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Hannibal sighs deeply and bends to allow him deeper access.

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."

"Oh yes," Hannibal moans, pushing backwards into the welcome intrusion. "I have wanted this..."

"Tell me." Sinric instructs, plundering Hannibal's body deeper, slender fingers working him open.

"I have been wanting this to happen," Hannibal says. "The reversal, the unexpected..."

He gasps at the touch.

"Waiting for me to grow tired of being the victim?" He asks archly, cooking his finger to tease Hannibal's seat of pleasure sharply.

"Waiting for you to claim your strength," Hannibal answers, in a sharp gasp as he is touched just there.

Sinric growls and presses a bitting kiss on Hannibal's throat as he withdraws his fingers and lines up the phallus. He presses the tip of the cool jade against his opening.

Hannibal arches his back and presses himself against it, welcoming and open.

Sinric takes him slowly, letting him feeling each and every ridge and curve of the phallus smoothly textured surface, his hands on Hannibal's hips to keep him movements steady.

Hannibal moans and gasps, moving with the thrusts. His usual control is visibly fraying under the onslaught of pleasure.

Sinric purrs with pleasure, reaching down the cup Hannibal's jewels as he tilts his hips to change the angle of his thrusts. His clever fingers encircle Hannibal's manhood, closing tight to keep him from the edge.

"No! Yes! NO YES!"

He is getting incoherent now.

"Yes." Sinric purrs suggestively, slowing his thrusts to tease out the Doctor's pleasure, keeping him just on the crest but letting him fall no further. All control here is his.

"Yes, YES!" Hannibal agrees, almost babbling.

He runs his free hand up the curve of Hannibal's back, feeling hard muscle flex with each now almost lazy thrust. He can keep this up for some time, keep Hannibal just on the edge until he breaks and begs.

He cups the back of Hannibal's head, accentuating the dominance he holds in this moment. He leans in to suck another dark red mark onto Hannibal's neck, knowing the action will trap Hannibal here a few days more. The thought excites Sinric and his thrusts grow stronger again.

"I am...!" Hannibal gasps. "Oh please, Sinric, let me..."

Sinric gives a soft, warm growls and runs his hand slowly back down Hannibal's spine and returning it to his hip.

With a possessive squeeze, his brings his other hand to join it, freeing Hannibal from constriction as he uses the curve of the blood warm jade to bring Hannibal to completion.

Hannibal howls as he comes, and comes, and comes even longer.

Sinric rides him to completion, panting with pleasure and satisfaction as Hannibal falls apart under him.

He reaches down, skillfully stroking the last drops from Hannibal's manhood bringing them to his own lips. "Hmm. Perfect."

Hannibal collapses underneath him, sighing wordlessly with deep satisfaction.

Sinric withdraws very carefully and sets the phallus aside. It needs to be cleaned before he puts it away but now the time for other things.

Still wearing the fine leather belt, he sprawls over Hannibal, covering him with that same possessive air as he nuzzles the dark marks he's left on either side of Hannibal's neck.

Hannibal stretches underneath him, boneless and fulfilled.

He doesn't even try to turn and pleasure Sinric, as he normally would, being so satisfied.

And Sinric is fine with that. Reciprocity has always been an indulgence for him. He stretches out against Hannibal's back, stroking his chest lazily. He kisses one of the marks again, purring softly.

"Such power you have gained," Hannibal muses, quietly, when his breath has evened out.