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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[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.

[anamusebouche]

"Why?" Hannibal asked, knowing full well, but wanting to hear Alcuin ask for him

[alcuin]

"Because you said you're having trouble concentrating." Alcuin sounded like he was out of breath.

[anamusebouche]

"Oh, I can hold off," Hannibal replied, teasing.

[alcuin]

Alcuin pulled his fingers out and wrapped his hand back around his cock. “Do you want to watch me come? Or would you rather make me come?”

[anamusebouche]

"No," Hannibal said, voice low. "You are not to come on your own."

"Are you ready for me?" he then asked, giving up the teasing. He was too hot for that.

[alcuin]

“Y-yes,” Alcuin stammered, dropping his hand from his cock and sitting up a little, eagerly.

[anamusebouche]

"Good," Hannibal replied and set aside his drawing pad. The picture was quite good, for a first in this lewd position.

He got up and approached the bed. "Help me undress."

[alcuin]

Alcuin slid onto his knees on the bed and crawled over to him, then reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I love you," he said softly.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal pushed his hand through Alcuin's hair, lovingly. "And I you."

[alcuin]

"And I want you," Alcuin added breathlessly as he pushed off Hannibal's shirt. "I want you to love me and hold me but also to do unspeakably dirty filthy things to me."

[anamusebouche]

The loving caress turned into a grab and he pulled his hair back. Hard. "Is that so?"

[alcuin]

Alcuin whimpered. “Yes…”

[anamusebouche]

"Hands and knees, show me how eager you are," Hannibal demanded.