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]

"Well..." Jono's voice went a little breathy as he leaned his head back to give Hannibal full access of his throat. "I was going to have my own wicked way with you before we were interrupted. That - ah, keep doing that - isn't off th'table..."

A rare treat, indeed. It was amazing just how malleable Jonothon really was, the moment physical contact came into the picture.

[sharp_as_knives]

Something Hannibal, as always, was prepared to take full advantage of.

"I'm pleased to hear it," Hannibal said, smirking. He scraped his teeth down Jono's adam's apple. "Where on the table is it?"