His hair was freed and that gave Hannibal more leverage to press in, charging forward away from from the pool's edge until the boatman planted in place. The Jedi kept going forward, collapsing in skin on skin, his own desire and appreciation for this situation abundantly apparent. He did not have a hand free to wander elsewhere but Buffy's exploration was rewarded with a renewed vigor in what he was doing with the one that was occupied, grinning into the kiss for a moment before returning to taste more of him.
Large, bronze hands traveled down across scars from lightning, blades, flame, and blasterfire that he'd kept intact. They ran over muscles forged from training as an agile swordsman. Every inch had those twisting licthenburg patterns overtop, things he could follow all the way down until he found what he was sought. Hannibal exhaled into the kiss then and squeezed tightly in mirror beneath the water.
Breath mixed between the two of them, alcoholic tingles through his body paired with the heat of close contact and honed muscles that rippled and flexed in their intimate dance. Hannibal ground shamelessly up against him, getting his fill of the bronzed figurine built up no doubt by hard labour. He never stopped pushing forward and the boatman never moved from where he was, lost in their stilled contest until Buffy drew away from the kiss.
Hannibal's brows raised up and he grinned right back, pulling his hand back and almost entirely away with a very deliberate slowness as the boatman suggested a different location. His room was certainly large and probably a better place for this for numerous reasons, both because it wasn't full of water and it was where he kept certain other things on hand.
"That there is, big guy." His grin widened and took on a playful tone, head moving slightly. There was a soft thump as towels fell from a rack onto the floor.
"Mind drying me off? Afraid I don't have a free hand just now."
Large, bronze hands traveled down across scars from lightning, blades, flame, and blasterfire that he'd kept intact. They ran over muscles forged from training as an agile swordsman. Every inch had those twisting licthenburg patterns overtop, things he could follow all the way down until he found what he was sought. Hannibal exhaled into the kiss then and squeezed tightly in mirror beneath the water.
Breath mixed between the two of them, alcoholic tingles through his body paired with the heat of close contact and honed muscles that rippled and flexed in their intimate dance. Hannibal ground shamelessly up against him, getting his fill of the bronzed figurine built up no doubt by hard labour. He never stopped pushing forward and the boatman never moved from where he was, lost in their stilled contest until Buffy drew away from the kiss.
Hannibal's brows raised up and he grinned right back, pulling his hand back and almost entirely away with a very deliberate slowness as the boatman suggested a different location. His room was certainly large and probably a better place for this for numerous reasons, both because it wasn't full of water and it was where he kept certain other things on hand.
"That there is, big guy." His grin widened and took on a playful tone, head moving slightly. There was a soft thump as towels fell from a rack onto the floor.
"Mind drying me off? Afraid I don't have a free hand just now."
@Sreeya