Hannibal's house (which Jono isn't leaving any time soon), Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had worn wolf ears Saturday night. Jono had been fairly insistent, and Hannibal had used the opportunity to extract a promise.

Now he was going to extract his revenge.

It began with this: silk rope and an evil look.


[OOC: For the one! Probably shall go NSFW.]

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[furnaceface]

And Jono, blinking up fairly curiously from the book he'd been idly flipping through.

And then tilting his head a bit.

And then, noticing the look on Hannibal's face, giving him a return smile around the corners of his eyes.

//Time for revenge, I take it?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Unless you're otherwise occupied?" Hannibal asked innocently. "I can always come back later."

[furnaceface]

//You come here with a look like that and a rope like that and you think I'm going to let you go anywhere without at least tying me up and having your way first? You're bloody daft,// Jono replied, amused. And shamelessly so, at that. //Now, do I get to ask what you had in mind? Or did you want to make certain I was good and tied up, first?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"You don't get to ask," Hannibal said. "Just follow." He turned and headed downstairs.

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a curious tilt of his head, but shrugged, put his book down, and stood to follow after Hannibal all the same.

//Mystery revenge, then,// he mused. //Well, now you've definitely caught my interest.//

As if the rope hadn't already managed that.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal sent him the mental equivalent of a smirk, and went into the media room before turning to Jono again. He tugged at the hem of Jono's t-shirt and kissed his ear. "Take your shirt off."

[furnaceface]

Jono was really all too happy to comply. He had no doubt in his mind that whatever this was, it probably wasn't what he was thinking it ought to be. If this was Hannibal's revenge, it wouldn't be anything so simple. But he was curious all the same, and if there was going to be shirt-tugging and ear kissing...

//Whatever you say,// he murmured, pulling his shirt up over his head, and then, because so help him Hannibal was brushing off on him somewhat, sometimes, folding it and setting it to the side.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled at that and pulled Jono closer. He stroked his hand through the edges of his flames and wrapped the rope around one wrist, kissing Jono's fingers before he tied it off.

[furnaceface]

Well, if Jono's fingers were going to be right there, he was going to do his best to trace the lines of Hannibal's lips while he still could. If his flames were doing the same around Hannibal's fingers, well...

Intimacy was still a treat. Always a treat.

//Not going anywhere, am I?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not for some time," Hannibal confirmed. He passed the rope around Jono's back to his other hand, then up his arms, securing them loosely to his sides. "Comfortable?"

[furnaceface]

//You're using silk rope,// Jono pointed out, giving a little wriggle to be sure. //I think nothing shy of strapping me into some sort of joint-lock would actually be uncomfortable at this point, mate.//

Jono was used to the handcuffs, after all. And not even fuzzy ones. Where was the fun in fuzzy?

//Nah, this is just fine.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Glad to hear it." Hannibal pushed him to sit on the sofa and wrapped his legs for good measure. He could still shift a bit if he wanted, but he wasn't lifting his hands or going anywhere for a while.

[furnaceface]

Well, at least it was a more comfortable sofa than the one that was still collecting dust in his apartment. Jono wouldn't be able to get up from that one either, even without the rope holding him in place.

It ate people. It was pretty much the worst couch.

He gave his legs a little wriggle, just to be certain the rope was secure, and then smirked over at Hannibal a little more.

//Definitely not going anywhere, then.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"No," Hannibal agreed.

It was a very comfortable couch, thank you. Which was probably a good thing.

Hannibal sat next to Jono, got comfortable, ran a hand over the ropes, and turned on the TV and blu-ray player.

[furnaceface]

... Well, now Hannibal was getting a raised eyebrow and a side-eye.

//This is the sort of film you felt you needed to tie me up for, is it?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"You seemed disinclined to sit still for it otherwise," Hannibal said. "Don't worry." He murmured into Jono's ear, "I have more planned for after."

[furnaceface]

Well, Jono's eyebrow wasn't going down again just yet, but if there were murmurings, he couldn't complain, really, either.

Or, rather, he could, but the more he complained, the more likely he figured they were going to end up sitting through an entire underground artsy philosophical film marathon shot entirely at a Dutch angle or something.

... Which, actually...

//Er, more films?//

Look, he just felt he had to check.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Only the one," Hannibal said. Then grinned. "Probably."

[furnaceface]

Jono couldn't actually groan, but he could at the very least project an, //Auuugh,// as he flopped over against Hannibal, very nearly melodramatically. //I tell you lately how terrible you are?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "Not recently. Please, continue. After the film." He brushed his lips over Jono's ear again. "Do I need to promise a test at the end?"

[furnaceface]

//That shouldn't be necessary,// Jono murmured, leaning his head toward Hannibal a little bit. At least the teasing wasn't unpleasant, granted. //You've got a captive audience, after all. I'm sure I'll be able to follow along.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Please do." Hannibal traced the rope down one of Jono's arms. "I think you'll enjoy it if you watch."

[furnaceface]

//You know, I'll never take exception to being tied up with silk rope,// Jono mused, rolling his shoulder slightly and settling in to make himself comfortable, //but generally all it takes to get me to sit through most films is popcorn.//

A beat.

//That isn't a complaint. I'll hang around tied-up and half-naked any time you want me to, of course.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I wasn't in the mood for popcorn." Hannibal kept his hands moving, tracing the lines of the ropes on Jono's skin, tugging them from time to time so they tightened and loosened.

[furnaceface]

//Mm, no, I can see that,// Jono replied. //I'm beginning to get some idea of what it is you are in the mood for, actually.//

Because if Jono was supposed to be watching the movie, Hannibal's toying at the ropes was going to make that somewhat challenging, wasn't it?