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]

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.