Hannibal's house, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke and stretched, rolled over, and...oh. It was one of those weekends, was it? He glanced at Jono, amused to see that it appeared to have hit him as well this time - the face above his bandages was decidedly female.

Well, this could be interesting. But first, there were other priorities. He slipped out of bed, cinched his pajamas tighter over his slimmer waist, took a moment to find a properly sized blouse, and headed downstairs to make coffee and breakfast.

Definitely in that order.


[OOC: For the suddenly-not-a-guy!]

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[furnaceface]

Jono couldn't help but duck his head a little at that and, so help him, blush while he laughed.

"That your way of telling me I should've gone naked after all?"

He knew it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It's my way of telling you we apparently have more shopping in our near future," Hannibal answered with a smirk. He slid into bed and up against Jono. "Although not too near."

He reached for a strawberry and twirled it through the chocolate.

[furnaceface]

Jono licked his lips as he watched the berry and the chocolate and, perhaps most importantly, Hannibal's fingers. God, those hands...

"Definitely not too near," he agreed, leaning against him. "I'm not in any particular hurry to move from this spot, really."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm quite content myself." Smiling, Hannibal brought the berry up to Jono's lips.

[furnaceface]

"Well, good..." Jono kissed Hannibal's fingertips before parting his lips to accept the berry. His eyes were closed and he was humming his approval as soon as he could taste the chocolate.

Oh...

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal drank in the sight of him as well as the sounds he was making, and leaned forward to kiss his neck, giving it much the same attention as Jono was giving the strawberry. "Good?"

[furnaceface]

"Hnn..." Jono swallowed, and gasped, leaning his head back enough to expose a little more throat as Hannibal put his attention there. One of his hands was snaking up Hannibal's back, so that he could knot fingers in his hair. Yes, more of that, please. "Perfect. It's perfect."

Best strawberry he'd had in a long, long while. Funny, that.