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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[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.