Well, then, allow me to extend to you an invitation to my home. I shall send along the address, and prepare to entertain you for tea, while you take my measurements and see my environment.
The next day, at the agreed time, Huaisang turns up at Hannibal's residence, dressed to impress in one of his finest gowns and with a delicately painted fan chosen to match. He smiles brightly as his host opens the door, and bows politely. "Nie Huaisang of Qinghe greets you."
The door opens promptly, and Hannibal is standing there in one of his finest navy suits. A sharp, charming smile over took his sharp features, as he gave Nie Huaisang an appreciative look. He stepped back, elegantly gesturing for the other man to enter his brownstone.
"I see I was right to engage the services of someone as chic as you. Your gown is quite becoming. Please, come in. I have tea waiting for us in the study."
"Thank you!" Huaisang beams as he enters the house, gazing around in delighted appreciation. "What a lovely residence you have. And how well your suit is tailored."
He follows Hannibal through the house, studying both him and his apparel with cheerful appreciation, a pretty blush on his cheeks. As he settles in the study, he takes out a drawing pad and a charcoal pencil, beginning to jot down some notes about color and pattern from what he sees in the house and to do a quick sketch of Hannibal's current suit in order to note some of his most relevant preferences in regard to style and cut.
"Thank you. I find beauty to be a balm on my soul when my life is less than appeasing." Hannibal walked in front of Huaisang, and paused to point out the portraits he had put up of his Submissives, along with a few other works he had done with his own hand.
He carefully poured Huaisang a cup of tea from his Chinese set. Carefully steamed, and made sure the tea was appropriately poured over everything. He also offered up some steamed pumpkin buns.
Huaisang gasps with delight at the paintings Hannibal has done, chattering with interest about them for a minute before they settle for tea. He watches Hannibal's motions with pleasure, delighted to see good tea properly prepared, and sets aside his sketchpad once he has the imminent notes that he needs. "Yes, a few. I can see that I'm going to be designing for you. I don't often design for my clients, but for you I can't imagine doing any less."
Accepting the cup of tea, Huaisang sips at it, eyelashes fluttering with pleasure at the aroma and taste. When his eyes open again, he gives Hannibal a smile over the edge of his cup, utterly entranced by Hannibal's love of beautiful things, gracious nature, and handsome smile.
"How marvelous. I am pleased to have sparked such a creative urge in you, Nie Huaisang." Hannibal smiled over the edge of his own cup, leaning back in his chair. One leg folded elegantly over the other, all without jostling the small cup in Hannibal's hands.
"What sort of designs are you considering? Any particular color palette?" He is honestly curious to see how he looks through a stranger's artistic eye.
"At the moment I'm simply taking notes and observing. Especially until I see more of your wardrobe, I wouldn't want to get ahead of myself."
Smiling with a shy thrill as Hannibal leans back, Huaisang can't resist picking up his sketchpad again. This time he draws the man himself instead of just focusing on his wardrobe. The way he sits, the lines of his face, the air of confidence and command. His cheeks are slightly flushed, slightly embarrassed about how entranced he is by this man he only just met.
"Oh, well, after we have finished our tea, I will take you upstairs to see my closet then. That way you can have a better idea of my tastes."
Hannibal said magnanimously, holding his tea with the proper decorum and carefully sipping it as he observed Nie Huaisang in turn. A man particular in his clothes and his habits. Someone who admired beauty and wished to have himself surrounded by it. Hannibal would guess a parental figure who tried to curb these instincts, which brought out the flair of the dramatic in the younger man before him.
"I look forward to it." Huaisang licks his lips as he reaches for his tea again, toes pressing down against the floor as his calves tighten, heels lifting. He takes a sip and then presses his lips together, all of these little gestures adding up to betray the way he's trying to compress his lust, to contain a restless energy of desire. "Would you like me to supply intimate apparel for you as well?"
Hannibal sips his tea once more, his gaze not flickering but his senses attuning to the sudden changes to the man before him. The dilated pupils, the tension in his body. Pressing his lips together tightly, as if reigning in himself and his words.
Then came the not-so-innocent inquiry, and the corner of Hannibal's generous mouth lifted up slightly. He put his own cup down, and met Huaisang's gaze with his darker ones.
"Well, that all depends. If you were undressing me right now, what would you want to see once you removed my suit? What could you imagine me wearing?"
Huaisang grinned at the thought, licking at his lower lip and then sinking his teeth softly into it, gaze refocusing on Hannibal's lap for a moment in overt lust. "I..." Hesitating for just a moment, he tugs on one of the long strands of hair hanging in front of his ears. "With the suits we have to be practical. Those boxer-briefs are most suitable for not creating lines beneath the fabric, unless we were to give you some seamless panties. Dark colors, satiny fabrics, to cling intimately to your skin beneath your clothes. Still perhaps nothing... creative. If I were to pick out lingerie for you beyond that, I would select items that I did not intend to conceal beneath a suit."
Well, at least the young man was direct on where his thoughts were going. He was impressed, however, that Nie Huaisang was able to put together such a well organized thought on what underwear would actually work with his suits, and without.
"I am not sure I have ever worn lingerie. I am not really one for lacy frills." He mused, resting his fingertips together. "You will have to expand on it, while I contemplate my purchases."
"Lingerie need not be lacy or frilled," Huaisang assured him. "And it shouldn't be, for you. Lace and frills are for projecting the impression of a pretty thing, something to be played with. You project an impression of power. Lace and frills wouldn't suit you. For you, we want something that reveals, and yet seems to proclaim 'I am a god, you may worship me'." He sketches swiftly as he talks, playing around with some ideas. "I'd like very much to try you in some corsets. They will improve your already enticing silhouette under your suits, and they can each be an art piece and lingerie in their own right. Vest styles are worn over the shirt and are very enticing, while you would likely wear an underbust style beneath the shirt, only to be revealed when someone... unwrapped you."
He hands over the sketchpad to show some different lingerie styles with a corset: one with an open robe, one with a sort of tied skirt, one simply with a tight-fitting pair of underpants. "Then we simply have some exquisite silk and see-through robes, perhaps a variety of lower garments that suit the tailored style of the corset, and with or without the corset you will look striking and irresistible."
Hannibal's eyes became half-lidded with pleasure as Huaisang kept on talking about his design ideas, and what he saw when he thought 'lingerie' for Hannibal. He had to admit he was impressed - very few could pin that down about him so quickly. This young man was sharp. Hannibal always enjoyed sharp.
"Mi Amanti likes to wear corsets." He mused, shifting his eyes from one sketch to another. "He says it gives him the delicious feeling of being held in place. Of course, you would have to fit my suits to accommodate for wearing a corset. Narrower in the waist and hips."
He carefully handed over the sketch pad again. "Ah wait, you said these were only to be worn when I was entertaining in my bedroom, did you not?"
Huaisang had no idea what a miamanti was, but assumed that it was some sort of friendly or amorous relation. "The underbust style is for the bedroom, the vest style is to be worn with your suits. I think it would be best if we started with one of each, and a suit to match each, so that you can see how you like that feeling of being held in place. Then we can expand from there if it's something you like."
Taking back the sketchpad and finishing off his tea, Huaisang gives him a sweetly coy glance. "Shall we go and see your wardrobe now?"
"I see. Yes, that would work quite nicely." Hannibal's lips curved up at the edges, "Oh, I never like being held down ... but I do enjoy feeling control over my own body. So that will be a benefit."
He put aside his tea cup neatly, and then rose gracefully to his feet. "Yes, of course. Please, follow me."
He led Huaisang up the stairs and down to the last bedroom down the hall - a large room done in red and black. Sleek black furniture dominated the room - the bed, the nightstands, the dresser and the chair that sat in front of the fireplace. On either side of the bed were doors - one led to a glorious looking bathroom, and the other seemed to lead to a neat 'cave of clothes'.
Huaisang trailed after him, looking around with interest. He grinned at the dramatic bedroom, so sleek and dark, and he couldn't help but peek into that bathroom before entering the closet. He admired the pieces with open desire--not to have them for himself, but to enjoy seeing them on Hannibal. These things weren't his style, but they were beautiful, each one a work of art, and Huaisang loved such things. "How incredible."
He took his time looking through the wardrobe, clearly a little besotted with it (and with the man who owned it). Nodding as he returned his attention to Hannibal, Huaisang gave him a flirtatious grin. "I think I have a good sense of your style now. Shall I take your measurements?"
Hannibal stepped aside, watching with keen interest as the smaller man wandered around his closet. Wandered? No, the wrong word. Prowled. Studied. Marked the style, the patterns, the cloth itself. This was a young man who knew what he liked. His gaze was purely worshiping of Hannibal's suits, which led Hannibal to confirm that he had made the right choice for his fashionista.
The smile on his lips was knowing, before he stepped out of the closet and began to slip off his suit jacket. "Of course. Would you like me to strip completely or would you prefer I stay in some form of attire?"
"Completely," Huaisang requested. His lips pursed together, trying to contain the playful smile bursting at the edges, and then he drew his teeth over his lower lip as he watched Hannibal begin to undress.
Taking a modern tape measure out of his qiankun pouch, he toyed with it, eyes on Hannibal's body as he undressed, only occasionally returning back up to his face. If there was any question of his lust before, it was open on his face now, hungrily watching each inch of skin revealed as his shirt was unbuttoned.
Hannibal knew he was being watched intently, and so, acted accordingly. His shoes were toed off neatly, and he bent all the way over to remove his socks. Shoes were straightened, socks tucked within. He rose, and began to gracefully flick open buttons on his waistcoat. That was folded, and put over the coat with neat, precise gestures.
After that, he removed his shirt - first the cufflinks, then slowly opened each button, until he shrugged off the shirt. Several marks made themselves known on Hannibal's well-toned, strong physique. One, there was a tattoo over his heart of a teacup, with a variety of flowers. There was also a brand, on his lower back. A number of heavy scars wrapped around his wrists, and he had what looked like a gun shot wound to his abdomen.
Beyond all that, he had a manly swath of chest hair, and he was clearly much more muscular than his suits might have led on.
Which was when he began to strip off his trousers with the same slow, elegant care.
Huaisang admired the display with alert eyes and flushed cheeks, unable to look away as Hannibal's body was revealed bit by bit. When he finally bared his entire chest, Huaisang made a soft, yearning sound at the back of his throat, which made his blush worsen as he realized that had probably been audible.
"No wonder you have such a profile in your suits," Huaisang said, embarrassed at his lapse in professionalism. "Your body is in such exquisite condition."
"Why thank you, Huaisang." Hannibal let his accent roll over the other man's name with a slight growl, as he carefully folded his trousers and left them with the rest of his clothes. He carefully stalked up to the other man, keeping his gaze steady on Huaisang's.
"Of course, you can better find out how excellent after you measure me, hm?"
Huaisang kept his eyes locked on Hannibal's face as he approached, tempted though he was to look down. "Yes."
He drew a light fingertip down Hannibal's chest, cheeks flaming and gaze coy, until his finger stopped at the hem of Hannibal's underwear. "I thought we had agreed on 'completely'."
Hannibal had to admit, he did have a particular appetite for hungry young men. Of course there was his actual food of choice, but one should never go about taking out anyone with such exquisite taste in clothes. It would be a detriment to the craft.
Rather, he would enjoy feeding this young man's other appetites.
"So we had." He took a half step back, and very slowly pushed down his undergarments. Leaving himself in the nude, he graciously plucked them up, and sauntered over to his neat pile of clothes.
Then he turned and faced Huaisang. "Young artist, I await your clever hands and sharp eyes."
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The next day, at the agreed time, Huaisang turns up at Hannibal's residence, dressed to impress in one of his finest gowns and with a delicately painted fan chosen to match. He smiles brightly as his host opens the door, and bows politely. "Nie Huaisang of Qinghe greets you."
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"I see I was right to engage the services of someone as chic as you. Your gown is quite becoming. Please, come in. I have tea waiting for us in the study."
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He follows Hannibal through the house, studying both him and his apparel with cheerful appreciation, a pretty blush on his cheeks. As he settles in the study, he takes out a drawing pad and a charcoal pencil, beginning to jot down some notes about color and pattern from what he sees in the house and to do a quick sketch of Hannibal's current suit in order to note some of his most relevant preferences in regard to style and cut.
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He carefully poured Huaisang a cup of tea from his Chinese set. Carefully steamed, and made sure the tea was appropriately poured over everything. He also offered up some steamed pumpkin buns.
"Any ideas?"
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Accepting the cup of tea, Huaisang sips at it, eyelashes fluttering with pleasure at the aroma and taste. When his eyes open again, he gives Hannibal a smile over the edge of his cup, utterly entranced by Hannibal's love of beautiful things, gracious nature, and handsome smile.
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"What sort of designs are you considering? Any particular color palette?" He is honestly curious to see how he looks through a stranger's artistic eye.
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Smiling with a shy thrill as Hannibal leans back, Huaisang can't resist picking up his sketchpad again. This time he draws the man himself instead of just focusing on his wardrobe. The way he sits, the lines of his face, the air of confidence and command. His cheeks are slightly flushed, slightly embarrassed about how entranced he is by this man he only just met.
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Hannibal said magnanimously, holding his tea with the proper decorum and carefully sipping it as he observed Nie Huaisang in turn. A man particular in his clothes and his habits. Someone who admired beauty and wished to have himself surrounded by it. Hannibal would guess a parental figure who tried to curb these instincts, which brought out the flair of the dramatic in the younger man before him.
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Then came the not-so-innocent inquiry, and the corner of Hannibal's generous mouth lifted up slightly. He put his own cup down, and met Huaisang's gaze with his darker ones.
"Well, that all depends. If you were undressing me right now, what would you want to see once you removed my suit? What could you imagine me wearing?"
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"I am not sure I have ever worn lingerie. I am not really one for lacy frills." He mused, resting his fingertips together. "You will have to expand on it, while I contemplate my purchases."
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He hands over the sketchpad to show some different lingerie styles with a corset: one with an open robe, one with a sort of tied skirt, one simply with a tight-fitting pair of underpants. "Then we simply have some exquisite silk and see-through robes, perhaps a variety of lower garments that suit the tailored style of the corset, and with or without the corset you will look striking and irresistible."
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"Mi Amanti likes to wear corsets." He mused, shifting his eyes from one sketch to another. "He says it gives him the delicious feeling of being held in place. Of course, you would have to fit my suits to accommodate for wearing a corset. Narrower in the waist and hips."
He carefully handed over the sketch pad again. "Ah wait, you said these were only to be worn when I was entertaining in my bedroom, did you not?"
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Taking back the sketchpad and finishing off his tea, Huaisang gives him a sweetly coy glance. "Shall we go and see your wardrobe now?"
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He put aside his tea cup neatly, and then rose gracefully to his feet. "Yes, of course. Please, follow me."
He led Huaisang up the stairs and down to the last bedroom down the hall - a large room done in red and black. Sleek black furniture dominated the room - the bed, the nightstands, the dresser and the chair that sat in front of the fireplace. On either side of the bed were doors - one led to a glorious looking bathroom, and the other seemed to lead to a neat 'cave of clothes'.
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He took his time looking through the wardrobe, clearly a little besotted with it (and with the man who owned it). Nodding as he returned his attention to Hannibal, Huaisang gave him a flirtatious grin. "I think I have a good sense of your style now. Shall I take your measurements?"
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The smile on his lips was knowing, before he stepped out of the closet and began to slip off his suit jacket. "Of course. Would you like me to strip completely or would you prefer I stay in some form of attire?"
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Taking a modern tape measure out of his qiankun pouch, he toyed with it, eyes on Hannibal's body as he undressed, only occasionally returning back up to his face. If there was any question of his lust before, it was open on his face now, hungrily watching each inch of skin revealed as his shirt was unbuttoned.
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After that, he removed his shirt - first the cufflinks, then slowly opened each button, until he shrugged off the shirt. Several marks made themselves known on Hannibal's well-toned, strong physique. One, there was a tattoo over his heart of a teacup, with a variety of flowers. There was also a brand, on his lower back. A number of heavy scars wrapped around his wrists, and he had what looked like a gun shot wound to his abdomen.
Beyond all that, he had a manly swath of chest hair, and he was clearly much more muscular than his suits might have led on.
Which was when he began to strip off his trousers with the same slow, elegant care.
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"No wonder you have such a profile in your suits," Huaisang said, embarrassed at his lapse in professionalism. "Your body is in such exquisite condition."
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"Of course, you can better find out how excellent after you measure me, hm?"
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He drew a light fingertip down Hannibal's chest, cheeks flaming and gaze coy, until his finger stopped at the hem of Hannibal's underwear. "I thought we had agreed on 'completely'."
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Rather, he would enjoy feeding this young man's other appetites.
"So we had." He took a half step back, and very slowly pushed down his undergarments. Leaving himself in the nude, he graciously plucked them up, and sauntered over to his neat pile of clothes.
Then he turned and faced Huaisang. "Young artist, I await your clever hands and sharp eyes."
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