The way that Jonothon's wrappings were sitting today, there was, in fact, a nice stretch of bare skin right about there. And with Hannibal's mouth moving against his neck that way, the little shiver that ran down Jono's spine was probably not much of a surprise.

Nor, he hoped, was the way his hands were sliding up under Hannibal's sweater in order to explore the contours of his back. Really, he couldn't possibly resist.

And what broad shoulders you have, Hanni...