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Sinric leads Hannibal to his room, to his bed. He kisses Hannibal deeply and gently pushes him onto the bed. He undresses. Slowly.

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thewidewideworld

"I apologised but apparently that was not enough for them." He huffs softly. "Hence the rather abrupt music." He sounds almost apologetic. He was rather hard on the piano.

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cook_the_rude

"I liked it," Hannibal says. "All that fiery music. What was his companion like?"

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thewidewideworld

"It felt good to play out my heart." He smiles softly, flexing his long fingers. "And the piano is rather forgive of such violent passions."

He shakes his head. "I want no argument with them. It's not worth it. They're not worth it."

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cook_the_rude

"The piano is made to deal with such violent passions, to give voice to them and to turn them into fiery art," Hannibal says. "But do tell me more about them -- I solemnly promise I will not take that man's useless eyes and use them in my next batch of lamb jus."

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thewidewideworld

"It's a somewhat harder passion to express with the flute. One tends to run out of breath and grow faint before the necessary fever runs it's course." He muses, a little self-deprecating.

"Such things would be unwise. You need the haven of this place." He sighs. "And I need to stop letting the foolishness of others get under my skin." He huffs. "Or to be less tender-hearted to strangers. I'm not sure which."

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cook_the_rude

"Being completely honest," Hannibal says, "I like your passions expressed like this -- all of this, actually."

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thewidewideworld

"Playing recklessly with a beautiful musical instrument, drinking heavily of a strong liquor, demanding you use me roughly, then asking you to speak openly of that which you most artfully conceal."

"Perhaps it is my way of tempering my too tender heart." He sighs. "Or exact power when most I have been made to feel powerless."

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cook_the_rude

"I like that you take back your power," Hannibal says. "And you can use me as roughly as you want, in turn. I will be feeling that, the next time I touch myself."

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thewidewideworld

Sinric purrs, a warm and dangerous sound, moving to straddle Hannibal. "Am I often in you thoughts when you bring yourself pleasure?"

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cook_the_rude

"I do," Hannibal says. "At times. Our moments make arousing memories to call back up."

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thewidewideworld

Sinric purrs and runs his nails lightly over Hannibal's chest. "Are you content with memories. Or is there some fantasy you crave in those moments?"

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cook_the_rude

"Aren't fantasies a non-memories of a potential or desirable future, and memories fantasies of an actual past?" Hannibal says. "But the memory of you I most like to fantasise about at such times is pleasuring you with my lips, and the taste of your fulfilment on my tongue, the heady knowledge that I can cause such a miracle enough to speed up my own pleasure."

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thewidewideworld

"Just so." He leans in to nip the curve of Hannibal's throat.

"I could demand that of you now, but that the fierceness of our coupling has left me so utterly sated I doubt I could bring either of us joy of it."

"But of desirable futures, is there anything you have itched for furfil?"

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cook_the_rude

"Something of yours inside me," Hannibal purrs, closing his eyes.

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thewidewideworld

"My fingers?" He kisses Hannibal's throat, brushing his nails over his chest. "My tongue? My phallus?"

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cook_the_rude

"Any of these," Hannibal says, "or the fabled jade thing."

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thewidewideworld

"Would you like to see it? My jade phallus?" He purrs, stoking his hands over Hannibal's hips.

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cook_the_rude

"Yes," Hannibal breathes, eyes wide and glowing.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric pins Hannibal's hips, in so much as anyone as light as him can, and kisses him roughly.

He makes the kiss long, deep and breathless before slipping off the bed to fetch the delicately lacquered box.

He places it where Hannibal can see, kneeling to make a ritual of unpacking and examining it.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal is just watching him, in breathless fascination.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric cleans and inspects it with the grace and ritual of a tea ceremony, but the sensuality and eroticism of an undressing.

Once he's sure it's ready, he presents it to Hannibal, letting him admire the artistry of it.

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cook_the_rude

"It is lovely, and unique," Hannibal breathes, his excitement rising again.

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thewidewideworld

"The power of manhood, carved of the seed of the dragon." He removes a fine leather belt, glided to echo the fine scale designs and lotus leaves of the phallus.