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Sinric squeezes Hannibal's hand. "May I came up to your room tonight? I...I don't want to go to mine just yet." He doesn't want Ragnar to see. And he doesn't want to bring any risk to either Ragnar or Athelstan.

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Sinric molds himself to Hannibal, happily weak and breathless. He runs a slow hand down Hannibal's back, feeling the firm muscles spasm and twitch as Hannibal comes back to himself.

"Sinric."

Hannibal pulls him tight and languidly tries to kiss him.

Sleepy, sloppy kisses make Sinric smile. He shifts to make it easier for them both, just enjoying the warm nearness of the afterglow.

"I might fall asleep if we don't do something about it," Hannibal warns him, visibly suppressing a yawn.

Sinric laughs warmly and kisses Hannibal. "Sleep if you desire. I'll wash much and join you in a moment."

He needs to clean the jade phallus before he puts it away. It's part of his ritual.

"Do you mind if I only wash later?" Hannibal asks, sleepily.

"Not at all." Sinric kisses him once more and gently slips out from beside him. "Rest. If you wish, I can bring a cloth and wash you? I'll be very gentle I won't even wake you."

That would be luxury beyond compare," Hannibal says, lying back and closing his eyes.

Sinric smile and presses a fleeting kiss to Hannibal's eyelids before moving away.

He puts on some more music - low and soporific as he goes about his tasks - shower himself before kneeling by the bedside with a soft cloth and a bowl of warm, fragment water.

He washes Hannibal slowly, gently and with a ritual of care. First his face and neck, smiling to himself at the smattering of hickies that dot Hannibal's throat. Then his hands and arms and down.

Part sponge bath, part relaxing massage, he hums softly along with the music.

Hannibal is still awake, but in utter lassitude only moves when So ric pushes him, and keeps silent.

Sinric guides and touches, gently moving Hannibal as needed. And added little kisses here and there. He hasn't does this in a while but the way of it is all muscle memory and affection.

He finishes with a kiss on the turn of Hannibal's ankle as he rises to tuck the blankets around Hannibal. "I'll join you in a moment."

He fetches a fresh bowl of water and kneels on the floor with the phallus and it's box, cleaning it thoroughly, first with water and then with spirits from a small ceramic bottle. He draws small bamboo picks from the case, using them to make sure ever part is clean. There's something intrinsically Japanese about the completeness of it.

Hannibal is watching through slitted eyes, not moving or speaking, but observing closely.

Sinric seem utterly in the moment as he clears, his breathing even. This is as much a meditation for him as it is an act of hygiene and good practice.

Satisfied, he packed the box away, making sure everything is secured before placing th box by the door with his shoes so he doesn't forget it.

Only then does he slip into the bed at Hannibal's side.

Hannibal puts a languid arm around him and sighs contentedly.

Sinric kisses his cheek softly and snuggles close. "Thank you. Today was very lovely."

"Hmmm," Hannibal agrees, not really inclined to say anything any more.

"Sleep." He smiles, resting a hand over Hannibal's heart to let himself slip into sleep.

{ooc: shall we fade? That was lovely, thank you.}

[[OOC: Thank you -- yes, it was! <3 ]]

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