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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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cook_the_rude

Hannibal tilts his head back, invitingly.

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thewidewideworld

There's an edge of raggedness bleeding into his breathing, his composure. But his golden eyes remain steadfast and warm as he thrusts harder. He reaches down with his free hand, his fingers brushing the head of Hannibal's manhood.

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cook_the_rude

"Yes!" Hannibal gasps. "Have me! All yours for the taking!"

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thewidewideworld

Sinric breathes a warm curse, leaning in to kiss Hannibal savagely, adding a little weight to the hand at Hannibal's throat. When he leans back, his lips red from the kiss as he tightens his other hand around the base of Hannibal's cock.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal is all wordless moans and utter ecstasy in the present moment.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric leans in, whispering breathless words in Hannibal's ear in Latin. "Mine. Powerful blood drinker, soul eater. Mine for the taking."

He tilts his hips, seeking the seat of Hannibal's pleasure. Seeking to break him apart to the core.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal shouts with pleasure and desire, struck as a stone needs to be struck just right to eventually fall apart and reveal the artwork inside.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric drinks in the beauty of Hannibal's collapse, the savage joy of the release.

He waits till Hannibal is breathless, boneless and sated before leaning in to kiss his lips softly, lifting his hand away from Hannibal's throat.

His eyes catch the light warmly as he draws back. "This is my design."

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal looks at him, wordless and satiated; still, somebody who knows him well can see the well-oiled mechanism of his mind coming into fierce motion again.

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thewidewideworld

He knows the words weren't his own. But in the moment, they felt right, rising to his tongue almost without his consent.

He looks into Hannibal's eyes, his own still golden, watching the gears turn. He touches Hannibal's face softly, almost questioningly.

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cook_the_rude

"Yes," Hannibal murmurs. "Just so."

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thewidewideworld

Sinric nods and withdraws with care, setting the phallus and belt aside to clean later.

He moves to the room's little kitchenette, shameless in his nakedness. He returns with two glasses and a very fine bottle of wine, which he sets to breathe.

Giving Hannibal time to think through whatever it is that has waken in his mind.

He sits on the corner of the bed, head cocked as he pours the wine.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal sits eventually, stark naked, eyes soft and nipples peaked, and wordlessly reaches out for the wine.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric rubs his ankle against Hannibal's thigh, watching him closely as he sips his own wine. That was an intense coupling. A pair of them in fact. They both need a moment in refection. And he knows his words, if they were his words, have affected Hannibal deeply.

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cook_the_rude

"Yes," Hannibal says, slowly, out of context, but not seeming to need one, or provide one.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric nods and sips a little more wine before moving to snuggle at Hannibal's side. "I hope so." Such intensity can lead to doubt. And he doesn't want that between them.

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cook_the_rude

"Thank you," Hannibal says, turning to kiss him deeply. His lips taste of wine.

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thewidewideworld

"My pleasure, and my joy." Sinric answers in open honesty. "Stay with me tonight?"

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal takes another sip.

"Yes," he says. "We can talk about what happened, or something else, and if we want to, we can sleep."

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thewidewideworld

"If you want to talk about it?" He asks softly, resting his head on Hannibal's shoulder. "I feel like those words belonged to you more than me."

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal shakes his head. "What happened before we came up," he says. "Why you needed music and sex so urgently."

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thewidewideworld

"Ah." Sinric sips his wine, taking his time to frame an answer. "It seems a little petty now. Now you've helped me shed the fuel of that fire."

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal nods. "It's been put in its place, then."

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thewidewideworld

He takes a moment before answering, making sure of his own feeling. "I think so." He sighs, luxuriating in the warmth of the wine and the passions they have shared. "My journey is too long to be weighted down by such petty moments."