Hannibal's hotel room, Friday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had been uncharacteristically avoiding his phone last night, and so didn't notice Jono's message until this morning. He winced sympathetically at the anger, and wondered briefly if there were something Fandom at work here. After all, he'd been horrid himself the last few days, but he felt fine today.

He sent off a quick message back as he took stock of the food in the suite's kitchen.

Sorry to hear that; I hope you're feeling better today. I'm in the hotel's gourmet suite. Care to drop by and sample some food?

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[furnaceface]

Oh, sneaky.

//As a matter of fact,// Jono murmured, accepting the piece of bread gratefully, //I would love to. One of my favourite parts of breakfast, in fact.//

Because it wasn't like he was simply going to pass it back to Hannibal once he'd sopped the yolk into the bread, after all. He took a moment to soak up some egg, and then he turned slightly, offering the food to Hannibal by holding it to his lips.

How else was he meant to do it?

[sharp_as_knives]

Any other way would be very messy! They couldn't have that. Hannibal leaned forward enough to eat the bread from his hand, his lips brushing over Jono's fingers as he did.

After all, he wouldn't want to leave any yolk behind, would he?

[furnaceface]

Well, Hannibal was the only person in the room who could lick off Jonothon's fingers for him. Otherwise he'd have to resort to using a napkin and what a waste of perfectly good egg that would be.

//Oh, that's nice,// he practically purred, referring to the flavour and the feel of Hannibal's lips against his fingers is nearly equal measures.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Very," Hannibal agreed. He swallowed the bread and licked his lips slowly. Then leaned back and took another bite of the meal.

He paused with it at his mouth and looked at Jono from the corner of his eye. "Food is so much more than flavor. There is the smell, and the feel of it in your mouth. Would you like to share those as well?"

Because he was betting things could get very interesting with Jono.

[furnaceface]

It hadn't been long at all since the last time Jono had been able to eat. Five months? Not too bad. Except that there was still another lifetime packed into his head from back in December, messing up those numbers in a big way.

So when Hannibal offered to share more sensations with him, Jono found himself caught for a moment, trying to picture what the last such sensation was.

//Smell what you smell? Feel what you feel...?// There was actually a longing note in his voice at the suggestion. //I would be remiss to turn down such an offer.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Then don't." That was nearly a purr. Then Hannibal slipped the fork into his mouth and began enjoying his meal as much as possible.

[furnaceface]

And Jonothon opened himself up to that much more of the sensation, of the play of Hannibal's tongue in his mouth. Taste, smell, anything that had been lost or damaged thanks to his mutation was right there, Hannibal's keen senses amplified all the more by just how long Jonothon had spent without.

He closed his eyes tightly, practically curling himself around Hannibal unconsciously as he did so. In exchange for the borrowed senses, moving back along the link between them was a sense of awareness, of just what this was doing to him. The overwhelming senses, the pull it had on Jono's mind, the dizzy sensation that had him sitting somewhere between nostalgia and longing and want.

... Mostly the want. Increasingly, the want.

[sharp_as_knives]

The food, of course, was excellent, and Hannibal was used to taking the time to enjoy it. But Jono's enjoyment magnified it further, and Hannibal leaned into him, doing his best to focus on it all.

Because feedback was a wonderful thing.

[furnaceface]

There really was something divine about a sensory feedback loop when all of the sensations were positive ones, wasn't there? If Jonothon's enjoyment enhanced Hannibal's, and Hannibal's enhanced Jono's, where exactly did that leave them?

With Jono's fingers knotting a little in the fabric of... either it was the bedsheet or Hannibal's sweater, Jono wasn't entirely certain, but he was hanging on for dear life either way. And this was just what sharing breakfast could do? Jonothon probably wouldn't be able to sustain a link with anything more decadent than this.

//Big fan of your tongue right now,// he informed Hannibal, his voice maybe just a touch distracted. //Big fan.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was only slightly less distracted, given he was actually having to chew and swallow.

"Are you?" he murmured. "I'm told it's very talented." And that was Jono's ear he had his mouth on now. He wasn't going to finish breakfast after all, was he?

[furnaceface]

There was breakfast? Jono couldn't remember that far back. Right now, he was slightly distracted by the unique sensation of biting his own ear. Now there was something he'd never done before.

//Get many compliments about your teeth, too?//

It would be a crime if the answer was no. But maybe the way Jono's appreciation was echoing along the link between them would help make up for that? Especially if he sent the sensation of the same gesture right on back.

Ah, telepathy.

[sharp_as_knives]

"The better to eat you with," Hannibal answered with a low chuckle, before he got distracted by Jono's phantom teeth. He kept just enough presence of mind to move the food tray back to the table before he gave Jono's ear and the side of his neck the attention he might a kiss.

[furnaceface]

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...

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal kept himself in very good shape. It helped with his active hobbies. He thought appreciative thoughts at Jono as best he could, and brought his own hand up to card through Jono's hair and tug lightly at it.

[furnaceface]

And if Jonothon was given an inch, he was going to take a mile. The light tug was nice, certainly, but did Hannibal know what Jono liked even more? Something a little more firm. Something with some bite to it. Jono's nails played lightly over Hannibal's shoulders while he leaned his head, silently encouraging something a little less gentle, if Hannibal pleased.

Jonothon spent the vast majority of his time feeling cold and hollow, not feeling much of anything at all. In moments like this? He wanted there to be no question that somebody else's hands were on him.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal certainly had no problem with more...emphatic behavior. He smiled at the encouragement and gripped tighter. And if Jono wanted "bite", he could have it - on the skin just behind his ear.

[furnaceface]

See, there? Hannibal had excellent teeth, it would be a shame not to put them to use. This was meant to be breakfast, after all.

Jono responded to the bite with another wash of approval, of need, letting go of his own sense of what Hannibal's mouth could feel in favour of giving Hannibal a very direct glimpse into his emotions, a look at exactly how much Jonothon appreciated that bite.

And then he followed up that feeling by tracing his fingers down Hannibal's spine so softly, they were barely even there.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal hummed his approval and returned the favor by sucking Jono's ear back into his mouth and trailing one hand down his side. He tugged a little at the bandages. "Are you more comfortable with these on?"

Please say no, Jono. Hannibal had a strong disadvantage in skin to touch.

[furnaceface]

Any other day, Jono's answer would have involved a moment's thought and an apology. Taking off his bandages involved laying himself bare in a way that most people never would be. Involved showing off so much of what was broken.

Today, though?

His fingers grasped at Hannibal's lower back, and he shifted his weight a little, so that he could look Hannibal in the eye.

//Not at all. Take them off.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled back at him a bit fiercely and skimmed his hands over them until he found how they were wrapped and started undoing them.

He chuckled into Jono's ear. "And I've had partners complain about my layers."

[furnaceface]

//Mmm, and when you successfully manage to light the bed on fire with your face, then you can start wrapping yourself up the way I do,// Jono countered, actually amused even as the flames licked out from behind the bandages as Hannibal unwound them. //Besides, there are plenty of uses for that much sturdy leather strapping.//

Voice of experience, right here.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Oh?" Hannibal arched an eyebrow at him. "Do tell." The bandages got easier to remove as they loosened.

[furnaceface]

Jonothon just arched an eyebrow at Hannibal in turn as the bandages started to fall loose around himself.

//How are you with knots?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Surgical knots had better not come loose," Hannibal pointed out. "Although they are done with much smaller fabric."

He finished pulling the bandages free. On any other day, he'd have spent some time fascinated by being able to see Jono's chest close up, but the medical interest and sheer curiosity were both taking a back seat now. Instead he ran his hands up the stretches of skin that were left, letting the flames play around them.

[furnaceface]

//Mmm, well, presumably we're going to want to undo these ones without having to cut them open,// Jono pointed out. //I'm going to want t'wear... that... oh, that's nice...//

Someone was easily distracted by a pair of deft hands over skin that didn't see enough human contact, yes.