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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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[thewidewideworld]

"I would have you." Sinric purrs darkly, his lips drifting down to graze over one nipple. "As you've had me." His thumb pressing a little deeper, massaging tight circles around his hole.

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"Yes, Sinric," Hannibal moans. "Yes!"

He doesn't even ask how.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and presses his thumb a little deeper, enough the feel the tightness of Hannibal's body accept him.

He withdraws and steps back, looking Hannibal over with hunger in his eyes.

"Undress. And kneel in the bed. Wait for me there."

His voice has a note of command blended with naked desire.

[cook_the_rude]

Slowly, Hannibal starts doing so.

He finds this very arousing, this much is clearly visible.

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Sinric watches him, clearly enjoying it just as much. He steps closer, running a hand down Hannibal's chest to flick a nipple, lower still to fondle his balls. "Stay here, just like this. I won't be long."

He drops the towel around this waist, folding it neatly before pulling on Hannibal's robe.

He slips out the door, glancing back with a wicked smile, returning a few moments later with silk wrapped bundle.

He stands at the edge of the bed, looking Hannibal over as he untied the silk ties.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal watches, motionless and fascinated.

[thewidewideworld]

Inside is a lacquered box, a work of art in its own right. The way Sinric touches it, running his hands over the crest of the lid and down to clasps is almost ritual, like the dancing a tea ceremony.

Very slowly, he draws out a phallus of milk veined jade, carved with intricate patterns of lotus flowers and dragon scales.

He presents it, holds it out for Hannibal to see. Not overly large, the size of an average caucasian man and curved in its glory. Hollow and flanged at the base to fit the belt resting in the box. "With this, if you will permit? I very much desire to have you."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's eyes are blown wide with desire. "Yes, oh please!"

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal moans, hungrily as he is kissing Sinric back. He reaches down to touch the warmed jade phallus.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans, letting the secondhand pleasure of Hannibal's touch warm him. He oils his fingers again, reaching between Hannibal's thighs to massage his hole.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal sighs deeply and bends to allow him deeper access.

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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."

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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

He gasps at the touch.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[cook_the_rude]

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

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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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[cook_the_rude]

"No! Yes! NO YES!"

He is getting incoherent now.

[thewidewideworld]

"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.