Blood that shines in the sunlight, thick and red. The fall of it, like hot rain, like the moment of orgasm, splashing across pale skin.
Sinric's body clenches around Hannibal, chasing that moment. Chasing the fall of blood and the brilliance of passion and the moment of fall. The golden youth struggling against the bonds because the touch of them on his skin is ecstasy as deep as agony.
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Date: 2017-06-22 12:20 pm (UTC)Sinric's body clenches around Hannibal, chasing that moment. Chasing the fall of blood and the brilliance of passion and the moment of fall. The golden youth struggling against the bonds because the touch of them on his skin is ecstasy as deep as agony.