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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[sharp_as_knives]

"A philosophy I've always shared in the bedroom," Hannibal answered, "though not so literally."

He pulled off his sweater and leaned over Jono, nibbling the side of his neck. "Would you prefer being tied up? I don't mind either way."

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//There aren't many occasions when I get to choose who I give control of me over to,// Jonothon noted, leaning his head to better give Hannibal access to his throat. //I would like very much if you were to tie me up.//

Perhaps as incentive, Jonothon could project the feeling of teeth against Hannibal's throat, in turn? There was something thrilling about being restrained, but not being all that restrained after all. And Jono was a bit of a thrill-seeker, himself.

[sharp_as_knives]

People gave Hannibal control all the time, but it never got old.

He smiled and leaned into the feeling, then gathered up the leather wrappings and reached for Jono's hand.