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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[sharp_as_knives]

Cherish as much a Hannibal cherished him? Whole skin and wild fire, Jono was beautiful. And Jono was his.

Hannibal shifted, gripping both Jono's thighs in his hands, spreading them wide to kneel between them. He moved up, sliding through Jono's flames until he reached his face, licking and nibbling at the ragged flesh at the end of one cheek.

[furnaceface]

And that got Jono's attention, there, prompting him to blink his eyes open, head still somewhere in the emotional muddle of his own feelings mingling with any that Hannibal cared to share. He raised an eyebrow faintly, looking... quizzical, at best. Hannibal wasn't hurting him, wasn't even really doing anything wrong. Hell, he'd run his fingers along that very same line of his face a dozen times or more. But licking and nibbling there was something altogether new. More intimate, obviously, that went without saying.

But something else besides. Something that went well beyond the fearlessness and acceptance that came from embracing his flames. Something that sought out and approved of all of the visible proof of that damage, that appreciated him scars and all.

So, Jono stared for a moment or two more. And then he leaned in to nuzzle his cheek against Hannibal's for a moment. Nothing but the gesture itself was a surprise, after all. Hannibal knew what he was doing, there. He understood just how far the physical damage ran.

//That move's new,// he murmured, because he couldn't just leave it at that. If nothing else, it would buy him a few more moments to figure out just how he felt about it.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded, his lips brushing that same skin. "Should I stop?"

[furnaceface]

//Not sure,// Jono admitted after a moment's thought. //Never really thought about... that... before.//

He closed his eyes and nuzzled in again.

//You're th'first to do it.// Maybe that was obvious. //Isn't bad, just... it was unexpected.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal kissed him. "And now?"

[furnaceface]

Jono tilted his head a little, contemplating.

//Now...// He cracked open one eye and looked Hannibal's way. //It's good. I mean, being kissed by you is good. Of course.//

He hesitated for a moment, and then, tentatively, added, //I don't think I mind. Around the edges, I mean. You run your fingers there all th'time. It's just weirdly more intimate with your mouth that way. Like some weird last piece of my virginity I didn't even know was still left to be claimed.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled and kissed him again, running his teeth over that skin. His hands moved again, his thumbs drawing circles over Jono's inner thighs.

[furnaceface]

//Never really gave a damn about virginity anyway,// Jono mumbled, leaning his head back a little bit to make for easier access. It was... exciting in a way he hadn't really thought of before, a kiss that he could feel coupled with the intimacy of having Hannibal's thoughts so close to his flames. Between that and what his hands were doing to Jonothon's thighs, it was a weird little momentary hangup that was easily forgotten in favour of moaning and trying to get closer to Hannibal, instead.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled and shifted again, his hands moving up past Jono's belt and slowly tracing the line between flesh and flame.

[furnaceface]

Jonothon's fingers were twitching with the effort it took to keep from straining his hands too hard against the rope again, but there was no resisting the urge to move his body again, shifting under and against Hannibal in a slow, sinuous motion as tongues of flame danced between his fingers, flickering orange, then blue, then sparking up again into a yellow-red. He was sending want along the link between them now, and even that couldn't quite make up its mind whether it wanted to be that or need, and after some vague shift between the two, Jonothon just settled on please.

[sharp_as_knives]

"What would you like?" Hannibal asked. He grinned against Jono's cheek, sending him wicked thoughts. "Shall we go back to watching the movie?"

[furnaceface]

Jono didn't even have to actually be looking at Hannibal in order to send him a dirty look. The benefits of being a telepath, right there.

//Don't you bloody dare,// he managed, though the words were distracted, a partly disjointed mess that came, at least in part, with a brief fantasy notion that mostly involved Jono putting a hole through the television. He was sure it was a great movie. Hell, he'd like to watch it sometime. But if Hannibal didn't start undressing the both of them soon they were going to be shopping for widescreens within the week, so help him.

[sharp_as_knives]

That got a laugh, which Hannibal followed with a teasing mental dare. He then quickly followed that by biting Jono's ear. He had better things to do this week than TV shop.

[furnaceface]

And that was an excellent way to get Jono to stop thinking about destroying the appliances! Good call, Hannibal!

Especially if you liked having a television.

//More,// he demanded, writhing again and wanting far too much to beg. //All your teeth or all your skin or both, but so bloody help me, if you keep teasing...//

He would be forced to writhe some more. Oh no.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal could take or leave the TV, to be honest. But he was enjoying this evening so far, and breaking electronics wasn't in his plans.

"That sounds rather like a threat," Hannibal observed. "I don't respond well to threats." His touch turned lighter, his fingers feather-light on Jono and only his breath touching Jono's face.

[furnaceface]

//Nnn, I forgot, you turn insufferable when threatened,// Jono complained, squirming a bit more.

Yes. Insufferable. That was the correct word for the way Hannibal responded to threats. And not, say, homicidal?

[sharp_as_knives]

Pfft. He wasn't homicidal with Jono; wasn't that the important part?

"Perhaps you should apologize," Hannibal murmured into Jono's ear as he ghosted his fingers over his waist.

[furnaceface]

//For...?// Jono was going to try to maybe worm his way over to Hannibal's hand, for all the good it would do. //You're not going to make me beg, are you?//

Because he had his pride, blast it! Even if it was making a mad dash for the door, at this point. Traitor.