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"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.

"Not gained so much as found." Sinric smiles, carding his fingers through Hannibal's hair softly. "But I very much enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing it with me."

"Thank you for this," Hannibal murmurs. "It's been a long time."

He moves to face Hannibal, laying at his side to snuggle against him. "Since you've shared pleasure that way? I'm honoured." He lowers his eyes and smiles, looking back up into Hannibal's beautiful and strange eyes. "You are the first, since the man who taught me how."

Hannibal tilts his chin to kiss him, a content smile in his eyes.

Sinric returns the kiss, easy and sweet and gentle. He enjoys this gentle contentment, seeing Hannibal so relaxed and fulfilled.

He curls a little in Hannibal's arms. "May I stay with you a while longer? I know you must have things to do but... I don't much want to go down to the bar just yet."

"As long as you like," Hannibal says.

Sinric smiles and kisses Hannibal again, slow and sweet. It's a kiss of affection and appreciation.

He could be content to pass the day here. Just reading or listening to music. Or watching Hannibal draw.

"I might have plans for you later," Hannibal adds.

Sinric purrs warmly, settling back on the bed. "Oh, do tell? Or is it a surprise?"

"Not really," Hannibal says. "I'd like to return the pleasure, and draw you afterwards."

Sinric smiles, genuine and warm. "I'd like that." He touches Hannibal's soft lips. "But later? Let this pleasure be what it is for now."

"Yes," Hannibal says. "No hurry at all."

"Thank you." He smiles, kissing the tip of Hannibal's nose. "I don't know about you but I'm rather hungry. Shall I send down to the bar for something?"

"Food?" Hannibal says. "Of yes, that is a thing that exists. Good idea. I have wine, but..."

He vaguely gestures in the direction of the kitchen towers.

Sinric chuckles and kisses the hollow of Hannibal's throat. "I have broken something in you, if the great chef has forgotten about food."

He rises, something of his natural grace returned. "Is there something particular you'd prefer, to go with your wine? Or shall I surprise you with something from my travels?"

"The latter," Hannibal says. "I can't seem to think of anything specific right now."