Hannibal

[alcuin]

The last time Alcuin had spotted Hannibal he was speaking with Eliot, and Alcuin had wanted to give him that space. So he'd slipped to the side for a moment, checking his phone, when a familiar voice caught at the edge of his spine.

"Alcuin," the man said, with the slow drawl of someone who always expects to be welcomed.

Alcuin froze. Then slowly turned.

Roger Carrick. Still bronzed, still smiling like the world owed him forgiveness for the things he never admitted.

Alcuin didn’t speak. Just looked at him.

"You look good," Roger said. “Didn’t recognize you at first. You’ve really grown into your own.”

Alcuin’s mouth curled, faintly. “I wasn’t a child when we met.”

Roger chuckled, as if it were a joke. “No. No, I suppose you weren’t.”

A beat. Just long enough for discomfort to settle.

“I’ve been meaning to reach out,” Roger added, voice going a little quieter, as if afraid they'd be overheard. “There’s a new project I think you’d be perfect for.”

Alcuin’s eyes didn’t waver. “I’m not interested.”

"You don’t even want to hear about it?"

“I don’t take meetings in hotel rooms anymore,” Alcuin said calmly.

The words landed with precision—gentle in tone, surgical in intent.

There was a flash of anger across Roger's face, and then he reached out and grabbed Alcuin's arm. "I don't know what you're getting at, but if you're thinking of dragging me into some me too bullshit - "

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[alcuin]

Alcuin's eyes suddenly lit up a bit. "Oh! You could draw me."

[anamusebouche]

"You certainly inspire me," Hannibal replied. "Why don't you take off your clothes while I grab my pad and pencils? I'll leave the pose to you."

[alcuin]

"All right, but I do trust your eye," Alcuin said, and began shedding his clothes on the way to the bedroom. And when he was finally naked, he climbed onto the bed, but was still deciding how he might position himself when Hannibal walked in.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal watched him as if he was Beauty personified. "Can't decide?" He asked, smiling.

[alcuin]

Alcuin bit his lip as he settled onto his back. “I was trying to decided how um - “ He almost said “dirty.” “How provocative to be,” he confessed.

[anamusebouche]

"I encourage any lewdness on your part," Hannibal assured him. "I do enjoy a challenge."

[alcuin]

Alcuin but his lip. “Sketch me now,” he said softly, and let his legs fall apart slightly, reaching between them to drag his fingers up his cock. “Eager. And then again after you fuck me.”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal nodded. He very much approved of this. "I hope I can focus," he said, eyes on Alcuin as if he might jump him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin loved the look in his eyes. As he lazily stroked his cock he murmured, “I think I will enjoy watching you just as much.”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal took a seat and flipped open his drawing pad. "You enjoy watching men suffer?" he teased as he began. Oh, but he loved this. He could already feel himself getting hard and it was delight to suppress it as much as he could.

[alcuin]

Alcuin wet his lips. “I enjoy watching you, specifically, want me.”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal began drawing, calm as ever, though a perceptive eye could see what was underneath. "Can you sense how much I want you?"

[alcuin]

"Yes," said Alcuin, and his eyes drifted to Hannibal's groin.

His own cock was hard now, and he continued to touch himself with a light touch.

[anamusebouche]

"And I can sense how much you want me," Hannibal said. "But I would like to see it as well," he encouraged.

[alcuin]

"How would you like me to show you?" Alcuin asked, and he was just a touch breathlessly. He began to stroke his cock a touch more firmly.

[anamusebouche]

"Entice me," Hannibal proposed as he drew. "Show me how good it would be to fuck you. What it would be like."

[alcuin]

"Maybe how... how I look underneath you?" Alcuin said breathlessly, and began to move his body, writhing slightly. Letting his head fall back.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal smiled to himself and drew as he watched Alcuin position himself. He drew as Alcuin writhed, beautifully.

His breathing began to increase, and he felt himself get quite warm.

[alcuin]

Alcuin had closed his eyes for a bit, but he opened them again now as he watched Hannibal. He could tell how excited he was... and god, that made him more excited, too.

"Should I prepare myself for you?" he asked.

[anamusebouche]

"Yes," Came the dark and lustful answer. It was getting more and more difficult not to act. Not to jump him, to be quite frank.

[alcuin]

Alcuin had to move from the position he was in to stretch to the bedside table where he knew Hannibal kept condoms and a bottle of lube.

But a moment later he was back, legs open, twisting forward to slide a sick finger inside himself. He felt a touch self conscious but forced himself to look at Hannibal.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal trusted Alcuin to stop if he was uncomfortable. "You are Beauty personified, my love," he managed to say. "Can you add a second? I want you ready for me."

[alcuin]

Alcuin immediately relaxed, at those words. And he bit his lips and then let out a soft gasp as he slid a second finger inside himself.

[anamusebouche]

"I'm having trouble concentrating," Hannibal encouraged. The drawing was coming along nicely, but he knew Alcuin's body quite well already. The lewd pose was new, but he rather liked it.

[alcuin]

"Would you... would you remember me well enough to finish it later?" Alcuin breathed. And then made a bit of a show of gasping as he pushed his fingers deeper.