Little flames of gold light lick Sinric's skin, following the lines of Hannibal's caresses. This not the tired mortal that arrived yesterday. Here and now, Sinric is alive with light and sensation. His otherness bright as the dawn.
His nipples harden, his heart fluttering under Hannibal's hands.
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Date: 2017-08-04 05:01 am (UTC)His nipples harden, his heart fluttering under Hannibal's hands.