Alcuin not only lit up figuratively, but Hannibal could smell how it made him lit up literally. Praises made Alcuin's blood taste so much better.

He groaned as he came, with Alcuin's name on his lips and let Alcuin taste him and clean up every drop.

When he was done, Hannibal pulled him up. "Strip for me." He was lazy, but he certainly knew what he wanted.