"As I am for yours." Sinric echoes, slipping to his knees with perhaps a shade less of his normal grace.
He removes Hannibal's shoes and socks, hands moving elegantly over Hannibal's fly to remove his trousers and undergarments. His fingers brush the inner curve of Hannibal's ankle, the swell of his thigh, almost by accident. Warm, fleeting touches.
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Date: 2017-07-30 02:04 pm (UTC)He removes Hannibal's shoes and socks, hands moving elegantly over Hannibal's fly to remove his trousers and undergarments. His fingers brush the inner curve of Hannibal's ankle, the swell of his thigh, almost by accident. Warm, fleeting touches.