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Chilty bits [3/?] How does that make you feel?

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He cups her clothed sex, feeling the warmth emanating from her. A sexy smirk, “Good, because you’ll be whimpering my name….” Hannibal unhooks her bra and admires her breasts. A muted whisper escapes his lips “Gorgeous….” He moves slow circles among her crotch, hoping to arouse her. 

" I’d like to see you try." She voices with defiance, her fingertips brushing his arm, her usual amused smile on.
"Teasing are we?" Khonsu was already aroused by their little game, letting him take control was new but a welcome change.

He slips off her panties, letting his slender fingers draw slow counterclockwise circles around on her erected clitoris. Hannibal brings his mouth onto hers, wanting to make her lips swollen. He massages her left breast with his other hand, coping a feel. Pinching her nipple lightly. “How is this for trying?”

Skilled. He is skilled. But somewhat that doesn’t surprise her. His moves where graceful for an ungraceful place. His dancing was meant to be in her club not at Darko’s.
That didn’t matter not when his lips, and fingers were trying to create music by giving her teasing pleasure.
"Mmh good." She utters her own hands plunging down his back to rest on his cheeks.
" I think you have more tricks up your sleeve.

Hannibal just smiles slowly, picking up the speed with his fingers. Mouth hovering over her skin, moving the tie out of his way. Taking her right breast into his mouth. Enjoying the feeling of her hands on his ass, “Take it off please….”

A Little Healing || Hannibal and Monica

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"That would be most odd." He smiles, eyes crinkling. He undoes his jacket buttons, "No, we don’t take tips." He laughs lightly. Flashing her a CD. "Guess what this is?"

"Is it the key to my soul’s salvation?" Monica mocks. "Sorry, poor taste. Is it…murder, death and decay? Cause that’d be pretty damn radical."

"A brutal murder of a main who claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper….” An unnoticeable smile, “I thought you would enjoy it, just keep it between us please.”

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Hannibal looks up, startled but showing no facial emotions. A smile creeps up on his face, a lovely creature to behold the presence of God. He stands up, and buttons his suit jacket, extending his slender fingers for a hand shake. “Irene, lovely to have you. And thank you, it’s only a mere sketch.” Pushing in his chair, he motions towards the lounge. “Please, sit.” He moves towards his spot in the office with an ancient grace about him. Lightly sitting down, perched on the cushion. Long muscular and slender legs crossing. A false smile, “So, tell me about why you seek my services as a psychiatrist?”

the dominatrix returns the gesture, her hands 
accompanying the firm shake along with a smirk; 
in which had been the case she sought no reason 
to feign a smile. Her beryl eyes scrutinised his      
actions as if he were the contrary prey, & with no 
doubt he would notice that the woman was fond  
of p o w e r  p l a y — a distinct idiosyncrasy that  
would not appear unobtrusive

                              [  she takes a seat & crosses her legs in an almost
                                red soles visible. ] 
image
                      
❝It’s more so your services as 
a general topic as opposed to
providing them to me.  ❞

He nods his head, breathing in her luxurious perfume. The way she walked and sat down was a prominent show of her power and precise control. A curious smirk bubbles up, “So what is the real reason as to why you are here in my office?” Leaning forward, oh so slightly, to get a better look and whiff of that intruding scent. A woman has never peaked his interests like this before. 

Muns guilty pleasure: Watching horrible auditions for shows like: X factor, Americas/Britains got talent… hhehe
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# hnnng # WHY # sexy # hot # nsfw # body # man
Remember that one pun you made that was terrible

"Hush now Bedelia….. They do not need to know. Only I may make terrible puns in."

// Hannibal the Cannibal~~~

"Shut it Mun."

A Little Healing || Hannibal and Monica

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{{ here! }}

"As you wish, Monica." He hols it open for her, closing the door after them. Sitting down in his usual spot. "How did your parents react?"

Monica sits across from him. “Favorably, to say the least. My mother wants to know if therapists get tips, and if so, she’d like to give you one.” She smiles and crosses her legs, cupping her hands around her knee.

"That would be most odd." He smiles, eyes crinkling. He undoes his jacket buttons, "No, we don’t take tips." He laughs lightly. Flashing her a CD. "Guess what this is?"

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He cups her clothed sex, feeling the warmth emanating from her. A sexy smirk, “Good, because you’ll be whimpering my name….” Hannibal unhooks her bra and admires her breasts. A muted whisper escapes his lips “Gorgeous….” He moves slow circles among her crotch, hoping to arouse her. 

" I’d like to see you try." She voices with defiance, her fingertips brushing his arm, her usual amused smile on.
"Teasing are we?" Khonsu was already aroused by their little game, letting him take control was new but a welcome change.

He slips off her panties, letting his slender fingers draw slow counterclockwise circles around on her erected clitoris. Hannibal brings his mouth onto hers, wanting to make her lips swollen. He massages her left breast with his other hand, coping a feel. Pinching her nipple lightly. “How is this for trying?”

[ dark RP starter ] "The mental ward let me out early this year..." A joke to make the shock of his escape lighter in Lucas.

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Lucas’ eyes widened. “How did….? You shouldn’t be here. All though I’m not entirely unhappy to see you again.” He repressed his urge to embrace the man that he knew as a killer, but also his friend. 

"It is not a dream my love…. It is a cruel, beautiful world. And I wont let them take us apart again. Life is precious, but you are far more important than life."

Hannibal drifts off into a deep sleep. The best he has gotten in years. Embraced in the arms of a man who completes him. Dreaming of two male lions playing by the watering hole, not fighting for who gets to fuck the lionesses in the pride. They are queer lions, strange and loving towards one another. Tossing around the dry grass like kittens, manes tangled together. Rolling into the water. Large paws meant for killing, pawing at their fur. Large, rough tongues licking the dirt out of their fur. in charge of nobody but themselves. Basking in the Saharan sun.

The sun comes through the blinds and awakens Lucas gently. He is still nestled in the arms of his lover, thankful that last night was not some wonderful, sex crazed dream. Hannibal is here with him, and safe. 

He rubs his nose lightly against Hannibal’s “Wake up, my love.” He says, and kisses his lips lightly. Hannibal looks an adorable mess. Hair all over the place and his sexy bit of scruff growing on his chin. “We slept a long time after last nights marathon.” 

He groans, “Five more minutes my Love…” Nestling his face into the crook of Lucas’s neck. Placing a light kiss on the warm skin, “It is so nice to wake up in a warm bed with you. No hard cot waking up to a padded wall.” A content sigh, eyes slowly opening. “Dear God, you are even more handsome the morning after sex…”

He slowly sits up, groaning. “Can we even walk properly…” He laughs happily, turning to look at Lucas. “Care to take a shower with me?” 

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Hannibal beams at Lucas, the scent of the wildflower. Earthy, freshly being pulled from the soil. Standing in the middle of a vast field of white and yellow flowers. “And what honor do I owe for this gift of nature?” Gesturing to Lucas and the flower tucked behind his ear.

"Just for being you, I thought you’d look cute with a little flower." He says, and smiles. "I was right." 

He kisses his lover on the lips, a small peck. “Thank you for this, for coming on this walk with me.” 

"Anything for you." Snaking one arm around Lucas’s hip, and grasping his hand in the other during the sweet kiss. Swaying to a mute song. Pulling back with a small giggle, "Let us dance among the wildlife, my Love. I’ll lead."

"Oh, ok, sounds wonderful." He laughs and wraps himself around his lover, a gentle breeze blowing and the smell of the flowers is lovely. "You are such a romantic, doctor. I like this side of you."

He blushes, a light shade of pasty pink. “Lucas… you’re too sweet.” chests pressing against each other, he takes a step forward. Starting a simple box Waltz. One-two-three, one-two-three…. a steady 3/4. Hannibal starts to hum a simple waltz, swaying to the droned beat in his head. “Even a simple waltz can make a field of flowers magical.”

"I think that you’re the one that makes everything magical." He moves his hands to the small of Hannibal’s back and kisses his neck as he sways with him. "You are very good at this, and light on your feet, I’ve never been much of a dancer."

"Mmm… Many years of lessons since the age of eight. But I rather like you on your feet…. This can be our first lesson of many. Your own private teacher, Professor…." He kisses his forehead, dipping Lucas down to the flowers. Pulling him back up, "You are lovely. You deserve the world Lucas."

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A set of yellowed dentin peer behind his simper. He senses the nervousness; the unease, in Lecter’s laughter, a heavy disquiet; thick like honey, and sticks to his aching throat like searing hot wax.  Hands fall, gripping the seat before him, the tip of his burgeoning length in slight contact with inferior cloth ; and thus he pushes his member against the blend and rubs. “Ah, it feels great.” He giggles, the sounds escaping his throat are shrill. Lifting his boyish rump he bounces against his seat, riding a simulated cock in mid-air. He then moves a shaking hand to his entrance, a set of lithe digits sliding inside of his simpering hole as he gasps, falling enervated against the head of the seat. “Oh fuck…god I am sooooo tight. Its been a while.” Very well, he knows he teases the doctor ; knowingly of the consequences, but it was his revenge - his display of power, against the numerous rouses and threats made by the other man. But he would never let Lecter near him in such a compromising state, he would only beckon him, make him lust and desire, but never to obtain the true beauty of the prize. 

Hannibal growls: smelling, hearing, and feeling the actions happening behind his seat. Pulling into the apartment complex’s parking lot, turning off the car as fast as he can manage. Undoing his seat belt, slamming the door close in his tracks. “You asked for it!” Back door swinging open with such force, a devilish smirk pulling up. He grabs the thin an subtle man. Removing his slender hands from the back seat and tight hole. Bending him over his knee and placing a hard smack upon thy ass. Sound so sweet and satisfying to his ears. A red imprint of his hand on the pallid flesh rises to the surface. “You need a good spanking, I will not tolerate teasing and rude behavior in my car Mason.” He spanks him again, harder than the first contact. 

Pulling Mason into his chest, he closes the door once more. Shoving his bare ass and upper thighs on the cold metal car door. His own strong hands keeping him there by the protruding hip bones. “The metal is cooling down that fire? Tell me: does it tingle Mason? How did it feel?”

His body trembles in the shattering effect of brisance . Panting, shaking, and his skin tainted ocher; sickly and congealed. But he manages to keep a distance between his fear and demeanor, as his smile says otherwise. He was pleased to have been able to sink his influence so deeply into Lecter’s aged flesh and pry, angering the older man to a point of red hot oblivion and watched him boil.”Not too bad, my papa had done worse. The other men i’ve been with have done worse. Now, uh, say, lets get inside at least; don’t you want your phone back?” He smirks and gropes the doctor’s burgeoning manhood. “Come on big boy, get a move on it.”

Hannibal barred his teeth, almost like a rabid dog. Growing hot at the touch. He hisses, “Watch it Mason.” Pulling up the boys leather pants, making sure he is not gentle at all. Grabbing him by the upper arm he makes his way to the apartment. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, so I wouldn’t compare me to the other men. Balls probably diseased, been in many other cunts and assholes. God knows I wouldn’t want to touch you sexually… Who knows what you have picked up? Now unlock your damn door.” Hannibal used foul language to get his point across, hoping to send Mason over the edge. Down, down, down he goes into Hannibal’s rabbit hole. Wanting to trap him in wonderland.

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Will let out soft pants his body felt hot and his eyes watered as drool trailed off his chin. Will whimpered softly bucking his hips upward his hands palming his crotch needily. An Omega in heat was a sight to see.

Hannibal could…

Will whines licking his lips. He kicks his feet out pulling his face away then licking his hands “NNNNGH IT HURTS” he shouts

Hannibal takes a hold of the Omega’s bulge. “It will hurt and tingle when I’m done with it.” Bringing his nose to Will’s neck, he breaths in the sweet aroma. Letting his tongue lick the warm skin.

Will squirms moaning and squeaking “KNOT ME DADDY~” he begs

"Beg for it William…." Hannibal pushes him onto the bed, his own cock growing hard. He looks down in the Omega’s eyes. Seeing the heat in them, begging to be fucked like a dog. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"Daddy it burns so baaaad" he whines kicking his feet."Daddy please make it stop it hurts and burns and and and" tears roll down his cheeks .He licks his lips

Hannibal kisses him roughly, sucking his bottom lip as he rips off the clothing. “You smell too damn good.” Moving Will’s hands to his shirt, “Take it off of me. All of it. Now Will.”

Will groans and puffs his chest out pulling off the mans pants whimpering “aaahhh Daddy please”

"Fine." He proceeds to get himself naked. His Omega being too horny to properly function."Get ready for me Will, I will not go easy on you.”

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{character shaming} Makes bad puns. Puns are actually true.

"Just kill me now. I don’t want to hear of anymore terrible puns."

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