Hannibal's house (where Jono's in "trouble"), Monday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had gotten up early that morning and skipped his morning run in favor of heading directly to the Boards. He still wasn't entirely convinced that the cleanup should be his job, but he did have the expertise for it, and he wanted Jono happy, so he'd been willing to make the compromise. Today was the last of it.

Which didn't mean he actually enjoyed it all. He'd already swept up bits of vases and ribbons, candles and dead flowers, and set the broken chairs to one side; today he had left for cleaning up the blood stains from the floor and the side of the stage. By the time he'd finished enough to call and schedule the carpenter and contractor for the rest, he was sweaty, slightly sore, and more than a little annoyed.

A shower took care of some of that. The rest, he fully intended to take out on Jono.



[OOC: For the one mentioned, expected to go NSFW, and standard warnings for what these guys do not really being remotely safe or sane for anybody but them. (But it is completely consensual.)]

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[furnaceface]

Jono arched a little bit at the sensations moving slowly down from his neck. He could do that, at least, and take in a little gasp for good measure.

"Thought you... might be," he murmured, eyes half-lidded, trying like hell to not just give in to the urge to step apart from himself and let each piece of himself have his way. The handcuffs were a good start. They were symbolic in the same way that anything was in here, and a reminder that he did have to keep it together right then.

It was an important reminder, when he was occasionally prone to shoving himself out of the way, stepping to the fore to do things that other pieces of his head would quail at the thought of.

In here, the challenge of keeping Jonothon restrained wasn't Hannibal's, it was Jonothon's. And some parts of him were more receptive to the idea than others.

[sharp_as_knives]

And that left Hannibal free to do whatever he liked; to do his best to drive Jono literally out of his mind.

"And how long do you think you can last?" he asked teasingly. He licked a stripe down Jono's spine as far as his joined hands, then began biting his way back up.

[furnaceface]

Oh, Jono had to shiver at that. How could he not?

"It's my head," he murmured, glancing over his shoulder at Hannibal. "I figure I'll last as long as I want to."

... This was probably an accurate answer.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled into Jono's ear, biting the lobe. "And how long do you think you can want to?"

[furnaceface]

"I suppose," Jono breathed, "that would depend on what you're doing, wouldn't it?"

Like, day, this. With the biting? The biting was making things difficult.

[sharp_as_knives]

"And with what I'm doing now?" Hannibal slid his arms around Jono, scraping his nails over his chest as he bit down on his ear again.

[furnaceface]

Jono's shoulders arched backwards a little as he tried to press his chest into the touch of Hannibal's nails. The flames that shifted over his skin threw off little sparks, embers that glowed white-hot as they floated around them, and then faded away.

"You're... definitely keeping my attention," he managed.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I had better be," Hannibal said archly. "Otherwise I'm doing a terrible job."

Which he was not. He was instead moving to nibble on the soft spot behind Jono's ear as his fingers dug in and scraped lower.

[furnaceface]

"I... don't think you'd be able t'bring yourself... t'do a terrible job anyway."

Hannibal had his pride, after all. Or was it ego? Either way.

"You just wouldn't bother, instead."

And then where would Jonothon be?

[sharp_as_knives]

"You know me so well." Hannibal dug his fingers into Jono's hips as he'd done in the world outside, contrasting their harsh grip with brushing his lips down Jono's neck whisper-soft.

[furnaceface]

"Mmm... but then, where would I be?"

... Besides basically the same place he was before. Besides that. At least this way, he had something to arch up against, right?

[sharp_as_knives]

"Terribly frustrated," Hannibal answered with a grin.

He slid lower, gripping Jono's thighs and biting down on his shoulderblade.

[furnaceface]

"So, so terribly frustrated," Jono agreed, and the cuffs almost seemed to slither away for a moment. Jono put forth an effort of will and they crawled back into place, shifting from handcuffs into ropes that wound their way up the length of his arms. Just to be safe.

Why, it was possible that he was frustrated already.

[sharp_as_knives]

Very possible, yes.

Hannibal grinned, feeling the ropes as they formed. "And how are you feeling now?"

He ran his hands up the inside of Jono's thighs, spreading them, and trailed his tongue down Jono's side, finding the sensitive spots he knew were there.

[furnaceface]

Jono shivered, mouth open, hips shifting and twitching in response to Hannibal's hands, in response to his mouth.

The ropes tightened a little more, just to be on the safe side.

"Feeling very, very turned on," he replied, and then licked his lips. "Possibly a touch frustrated..."

Very. The word was very.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Only a touch?" Hannibal teased. "In that case, I'll have to touch you more."

Probably not where he wanted. Just scraping his nails over the insides of Jono's thighs as he sucked at the point of one hip.

[furnaceface]

Oh yeah, that was how you got a Jonothon to writhe, right there.

"Maybe more than a touch," he gasped, though if that was a clarification or a request...

Okay no, it was very much both.

[sharp_as_knives]

"How much more?" Hannibal asked. His fingers brushed a little further inward, and he moved to suck a bruise at the base of Jono's spine.

[furnaceface]

Those ropes were threatening to slither away next, and it was significantly more difficult to tame them this time than it had been to get the handcuffs to cooperate. Jono shuddered and tied to yearn into Hannibal's touch, for all the good it did him.

"Significantly more," he replied. "You're going to make me beg, aren't you..."

[sharp_as_knives]

"If you feel like it," Hannibal answered, smirking. He scraped his teeth over the bruise he'd made and latched on again, interrupting himself to add, "I would hate to put you out."

[furnaceface]

Jonothon made an altogether undignified noise at that, somewhere between a frustrated groan and an impatient huff.

"Damn it, Hannibal," he growled, "touch me, would you? Please? I can't hold out much longer like this..."

Or, rather, he could. It was his head and he could do whatever he wanted. But he didn't want to hold out much longer than this, either.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I am touching you," Hannibal pointed out. He scraped circles into Jono's skin with his nails and sucked one of his fingers into his mouth.

[furnaceface]

HANNIBAL LECTER SO HELP HIM--

"You know what I mean," Jono ground out, struggling against his bonds as they frayed visibly, right along with Jonothon's composure. "Christ, Hannibal, I need you, please."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Do you?" Hannibal asked. He moved back up and sucked Jono's earlobe, hands moving up his chest. "What do you need?"

[furnaceface]

"I. Need." Apparently, even Jonothon's resolve could only take so much, and now those fraying ropes of his were shifting again, snaking away from Jono's arms to creep around Hannibal's waist, to tether him close. "You."