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]

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.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm very good with my hands," Hannibal answered both statements, demonstrating as he spoke. "How good are you without yours?"

[furnaceface]

Oh, that was an easy one!

//Telepath,// Jono pointed out, still rather on the distracted side. //I can be as good as I want to be.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"That sounds promising." Hannibal grinned. "How good do you want to be?"

[furnaceface]

//Let's just say that being a telepath means that the more you enjoy yourself, the more I enjoy myself, in turn.//

Ambient afterglow was totally a thing.

//So I aim to be very good.//

[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."

[furnaceface]

//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.