Hannibal's house, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

It was fortunate, really, that neither Jono nor Hannibal tended to sleep much; it left more time for other things.

Like breakfast, of course! And then a tour of the house, as Hannibal had promised. They'd meant for it to be last night, but due to a number of things...well, it meant they had more time now, didn't it?

And Hannibal was even being nice, starting out with coffee that he brought upstairs to drink in bed.


[OOC: For the one mentioned, details NFB, and looking to probably go NSFW!]

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[furnaceface]

Coffee was a good way to coax Jono out from under the covers! Well played, Hannibal. Hell, he was even willing to sit up for the occasion with a stretch and a pleased look on his face. There were worse ways to wake up, really.

Of course, sharing the coffee meant dropping his walls enough to pick up the flavour from Hannibal's senses, but this morning, in present company, that didn't seem bad at all, either.

//Not even making me get up this morning for coffee? You're too good to me, mate.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"After what happened last week, I was afraid you'd only wear the sheets downstairs again," Hannibal said.

[furnaceface]

//The sheets and my wrappings, to be fair,// Jono replied, though he clearly wasn't seriously arguing. //But I have no plans of dragging your bedsheets around the house today. Unless it comes to that, I suppose.//

It might! You never knew!

[sharp_as_knives]

"If you don't feel like dressing, I have a robe you can borrow." Hannibal drank his coffee, enjoying the flavor and warmth. "I may even have a black one."

Well, only a little plaid.

[furnaceface]

//... I might be talked into a robe, from now on,// Jono decided. //Saves me from dropping the blanket next time the island is granting wishes, at least.//

He tilted his head a little, and then, tentatively, let his shields down just enough to be able to sample a bit of that coffee the next time Hannibal took a sip.

//That... is never going to not be lovely,// he noted, eyes half-lidded as he let his shields down a little more so that he could experience the coffee a little more fully, nodding at the coffee mug. //Excellent way to start a morning, actually.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I think so," Hannibal agreed, smiling. "Coffee is a wonderful thing. Particularly after a long night spent looking after teenagers."

[furnaceface]

//Hnn. Yes, teenagers.// Because that had been the most exhausting part of his evening, sure. //I don't think I entirely realized just how badly I needed this, though.//

Yeah, he was wriggling over a little closer to Hannibal. Entirely because that would make it easier for him to pick up on his senses and not at all because letting down his shields meant he was picking up on everyone else's mood, honest.

[sharp_as_knives]

Well, it had been the longest part of the night. If only because it had been a lot less fun. Hannibal smiled at Jono and moved his arm to wrap around him. His own appetites tended in different directions than most, but that fortunately dovetailed nicely with Jono's needs.

"You're still recovering from overexertion and stress. It isn't surprising you'd need a little time to enjoy yourself."

[furnaceface]

//That's... fair,// Jono agreed, leaning his head a little. If Hannibal's arm was going to be there, then Jono could use his shoulder as a pillow. Just for a few minutes, maybe... //You can vouch for me in that regard, I suppose. You got to take the driver's seat in this bloody aching meatbag for a while, after all.//

Some aches were less welcome than others, okay?

[sharp_as_knives]

"I would have put it a bit more nicely," Hannibal said, chuckling, "but yes. I can attest to your needing rest and enjoyment." He savored a bit more coffee. "And I'm happy to help with both."

[furnaceface]

Someday, Jono was just going to out and say it; talking over a mug of coffee was his new favourite foreplay. He couldn't help but give a happy little shudder at both the flavour and the words Hannibal was saying.

//You're too good t'me,// he decreed. //How'm I going to return the favour, hm?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smirked. "I'm sure you'll think of something." He sipped a bit more coffee. "Or if not, I have a few suggestions."

[furnaceface]

//Suggestions, hmm? I know we never did get to go on that tour of your house, though that seems more like a favour to me, still,// Jono mused, glancing up at Hannibal out of the corner of his eye. //What'd you have in mind?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"A tour seems a good place to start," Hannibal finished his coffee and set the mug aside. "I've got some lovely rooms here."

Translation: he wasn't going to say.

[furnaceface]

Jono watched Hannibal set down the mug, and then sat up slightly, if grudgingly. It had been nice there, leaned up against him.

//Well... if you're done in here, perhaps we could do that...?//

And whatever happened to come with that tour, as well.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We could." Hannibal squeezed Jono's shoulder and slid out of bed. He already had a robe on, but went to get the promised one for Jono. There would be time for cuddling later.

[furnaceface]

Jono watched Hannibal appreciatively for a moment, and then pulled the covers down and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

//Excellent. I've been looking forward to that tour,// he decided. //I'm feeling far more up to it now, as a matter of fact.//

Last night had been... a thing. Very much a thing.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal's answer was a sly smile as he stepped into the closet. He came back out a moment later with the robe, eyed Jono sitting on the bed, and grinned. "Should I dress you? It's normally the other way around."

[furnaceface]

//Would dressing count as the negative to undressing?// These were the things Jono pondered with his walls down during sex week when he was trying not to become a raging sex beast outright, yes. //Take a few off of the 'undressing' tally?//

He... could probably handle the robe.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It could," Hannibal agreed. "But I'm not putting boots on you." A robe was easy to get off later.

[furnaceface]

//I think,// Jono mused, pulling himself to his feet, //a robe and boots would be... an interesting combination. Possibly not the best for guided tours?//

Which was to say, the robe on its own was just fine, Hannibal.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Just the robe, then." Hannibal smiled and held it out for Jono to put his arms into.

[furnaceface]

Jono ducked his head for a moment, either trying to hide the silly smile in his eyes, or else the fact that he was smiling that way because of how silly he felt having help getting into a robe at all, but he slipped his arms into it all the same.

//... I'm always so surprised when they're this comfortable,// he noted, idly. //I'm not certain what exactly I was expecting, if that's surprising.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"They're supposed to be comfortable." Hannibal settled the robe on Jono's shoulders and stroked his hands down his arms, settling the silk, then knotted the belt around his waist. "They're clothes to relax in."

[furnaceface]

//Well, see, there's why I was so surprised,// Jono quipped, though rather distractedly. There as something delicious about the way Hannibal's hands moved over the silk that was between his fingers and Jonothon's skin, and he shifted his weight slightly, a fair bit more turned on than he had been a few moments before. //Relaxation.//

He was so bad at it. So bad.