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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[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."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "Still impatient, I see." He bit down on Jono's ear and pressed closer, trapping Jono's arms between them. "Even in here. What am I to do with you now?"

[furnaceface]

"Oh, would you like suggestions? I have two or three suggestions I could share, just offhand," Jono replied, leaning his head to give Hannibal full access to his neck. The ropes tightened a little, holding Hannibal close, like a second pair of arms reveling in having captured their prize.

Or, perhaps, they were arms, and a second glance might even reveal them to be so, another spiderweb of ink-filled cracks tracing every last inch of them. They were something desperate, something hungry, and something not altogether Jonothon. Story of his life.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal felt the difference and glanced down, then raised an eyebrow. That was interesting. "You seem to be growing limbs. Are those part of your new suggestions?"

[furnaceface]

"They could be," Jono replied, a smirk on his face as he spoke in a voice that seemed to surround the both of them, coming from multiple directions at once. "Would you like them to be?"

His grip on Hannibal tightened even as he stepped away, leaving another self behind to take his place, that self's arms being the ones still around Hannibal's middle. They both grinned at him as the first Jonothon circled around, stepping up to Hannibal from behind. There was enough difference between the two to tell them apart readily - the Jono that had formed from the rope seemed to only be one aspect of that fragmented whole, looking up at him with too-white eyes and fire in all the same places as his body had. The one that had stepped away was the same as before, whole and made of the many, with Hannibal's own heart filling in the cracks.

In the head of a telepath that had been teased for what could have been minutes or hours, in here, 'expect anything' would be sound advice.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Well, I do seem to be spoiled for choice," Hannibal said, smirking. He held onto the Jono in front of him, one arm around him and stroking his side gently, and reached back for the other as well.

[furnaceface]

The Jono in front of him looked pleased with this arrangement, yearning into the touch. Like most iterations of Jonothon with the fire, that particular version of him was rather touch-starved.

The Jono behind Hannibal grinned, leaning forward to wrap his arms around him as well, chuckling as he nibbled on Hannibal's ear.

"Not hardly," he murmured. "But you could be."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Oh?" Hannibal turned his head and brought his arm up to pull Jono down for a kiss.

[furnaceface]

Jono quite happily, hungrily, met Hannibal's mouth in that kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with his teeth as though in retaliation for all of that teasing that Hannibal had been doing to him just a moment before.

Another mouth appeared by Hannibal's ear, blue lips pulled into a smirk as eyes like blood looked him up and down, faintly amused.

"There is quite a lot of me to go around," he whispered, reaching and settling his hands on Hannibal's sides, above where the burning Jonothon was holding on tightly, and below where the whole Jonothon had his arms. "I suppose the real question is how much of me are you up for?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled and reached up to bring that Jono down for a kiss. "As many as you like. I am marrying all of you, after all."

Eventually.

[furnaceface]

"Mmm," the Apocalypse-tainted Jonothon agreed, voice a low purr. "I'd say you've got your work cut out for you, but we've all met you."

"Intimately," the other two intoned in unison.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed. "So you have. And I you, though seldom so individually. And you know I do enjoy a challenge."

[furnaceface]

"Well," the taller, broader Jonothon's lips pulled into a smirk, "I know any of us would love the excuse to get out more."

... Which earned him a swat to the shoulder and a look from Jono Prime, who had no intention of making this a regular thing. Because really, now.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I rather enjoy the all of you together." Hannibal leaned into the original Jono.