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Sinric leads Hannibal up to his room, tiredly shedding his belt and pouches. The ones that contain far more than they should. "Would you care to share a bath with me?"

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[cook_the_rude]

"Hard!" Hannibal promises, starting to thrust hard and fast and strong.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric throws his head back and cries for joy and pleasure. Gold flames lick them both, forming a corona of light around them.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gives a long moan and goes even faster.

[thewidewideworld]

"Fall to me." Sinric begs, his voice strange and powerful under the roof's wondrous acoustics. "Flood me with your desire."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal thrusts three more times and the spills, shouting with unrestrained pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's warm song joins Hannibal's, feeling the heat fill and fill him. He falls to the bench, sweaty and glowing, turning to grin up at Hannibal. "And now I am home."

[cook_the_rude]

Still gasping from his release, Hannibal gathers him close and kisses him. "You are," he murmurs. "Welcome."

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: fade too. How lovely!}