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Sinric leans on Hannibal all the way back to his room. Inside it is warm and dark, a handful of candles burning in a sconce, giving the nook around the bed welcoming air. "Will you undress me? I think I've been in this costume long enough."

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All things must end. For without end, they are without value.

He feels Hannibal's peak as keenly as his own. Winding them both together, holding in his core the potential, the moment before, the raw energy pent up within, he lets go, bringing them both over the edge and into the blinding abyss of pure pleasure.

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It takes Hannibal a while to come out of the abyss again and focus his blood-warm eyes on Sinric's face.

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When he does, he will find Sinric alert and bright, no sign left of his earlier exhaustion.

Sinric curves a hand around Hannibal's cheek, drawing him into a loving kiss. "Thank you."

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"Thank you," Hannibal murmurs back. "That was amazing. A free-fall of golden velvet."

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Sinric repeat the phrase in Latin, smiling. "I like the way that sounds." he kisses the tip of Hannibal's nose. "I shall have to be careful. I'll ruin you before you can be with Will."

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"You will not," Hannibal assures him. "I am with everybody for exactly who they are."

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"Love me for who I am. Be with me for the magic we share." Sinric smiles, stroking Hannibal's cheek.

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"Yes," Hannibal says, softly.

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"As I love you." Sinric kisses him, slow and sweet. "For all you are, and all you share with me."