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"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."

Huaisang's lips twitched with an admiring grin as he watched the view in both front back as Hannibal took the underwear over to the other clothes and then returned. He had a harder time bringing his gaze up this time, licking his lips as he did so.

The layers of his dress hid the bulge forming in his underwear, but his lust was still clear in his eyes and his flushed cheeks. With as much professionalism as he could manage in such a state, he lifted his tape measure, beginning to take the measurements of Hannibal's body.

His fingertips strayed every now and then, admiring warm skin and hard muscles, but for the most part he remained focused, taking measurements and writing them down. Every so often his gaze flicked up to meet Hannibal's, a coy little smile with the certainty that Hannibal knew how much he was enjoying this.

He left the inseam near to last, kneeling elegantly in front of Hannibal with his skirts pooling around him, and lifted his tape measure up the length of Hannibal's leg, fingers tucking up intimately beneath his balls.

Hannibal stood perfectly still, enjoying the light touch of Huaisang's delicate fingers on his skin and the way they lingered. One should always enjoy the more indulgent pleasures in life. Especially if they were of the sensual kind.

He let his eyes close, humming softly as his arousal made itself known. As Huaisang's fingers came to rest beneath his balls, he exhaled slowly and said with mock mildness. "I apologize for my current state. I find your hands to be .... extremely soothing. You must be quite talented in massage."

"There's no reason to apologize," Huaisang assures him, glancing up with wicked playfulness. He notes the inseam on his little sketchpad, then ever so innocently measures up the length of Hannibal's lengthening cock. "I'm going to need this at full size to get accurate measurements," he points out, gently scolding as if Hannibal has been slacking. "May I offer you some assistance?"

Laughing brightly, Huaisang presses a sweet kiss just beneath the head of Hannibal's cock, tongue sneaking out for a moment to taste him before he presses another kiss to the side, and another.

"Full size? Gracious. Well, I shall do my best to oblige ... but yes, some assistance would be delightful." He makes a low, rough noise in the back of his throat as Huaisang's mouth moved over his cock. Light, slightly filthy kisses along his cock.

"Although I am not entirely certain that will get me to the full hardness you are looking for." He adds, oh so innocently, "What else would you suggest?"

"I'm sure I can think of something," Huaisang flirts. Finally setting aside his sketchpad, he lifted Hannibal's cock with a fingertip, kissing the tip and flicking his tongue out briefly to taste the slit. He makes a pleased little noise at the taste, then works his way down under the shaft, kissing a line all the way down and using no more than a fingertip to keep Hannibal's cock lifted enough to give him good access. He nuzzles at the base, between Hannibal's cock and balls, giggling at how Hannibal's pubes tickle at his nose.

Glancing up playfully as he lifts his head, he suckles on the side of Hannibal's cock, enjoying playing with him.

"I have utter faith in your ability to do so." Hannibal purred, and closed his eyes once more, so he could better savor the other man's delicate touch. He did enjoy the lightness of it - the touch of flirting and seduction that was feather light as the fingertip holding his partially hardened cock aloft.

It was, in fact, becoming harder by the moment, and he let out another low noise of approval as he cracked open his eyes at Huaisang. With complete mock solemnity ... he winked down at Huaisang.

Huaisang winked back at him, not even trying to be solemn. Playfulness came very readily to him, especially when he was enjoying someone's company, and he was absolutely enjoying this.

Mapping Hannibal's cock with lips and tongue, Huaisang flickered his tongue playfully along the ridge beneath the head, caressing his hand up the shaft and enjoying how the foreskin slid silkily over the head. Moaning low at the taste of him, Huaisang slid his tongue under the foreskin, eyelashes fluttering with pleasure.

As much as he was enjoying the teasing, he couldn't resist any longer. Taking Hannibal into his mouth, Huaisang hollowed his cheeks around him, lowering his head until the head of Hannibal's cock nudged softly against the back of his throat.

Hannibal's lips quirked up at the edges of his mouth. Gracious, he was going to enjoy folding this young man over something and hearing those moans when they were not wrapped around his cock. Hannibal did like to see people give themselves over to pure hedonistic pleasure.

Huaisang seemed like he enjoyed giving out pleasure as much as possible. Especially the way that he knelt down and took Hannibal quite deeply into his beautiful bow-shaped mouth. He could not get it all the way down, but more than most.

"Most impressive, pretty one..."

Huaisang blushed at the praise. He struggled to deepthroat anyone, and rarely tried except on special occasions or when he wanted to impress, and he'd recently been spending so much time around Meng Yao who could deepthroat enormous cocks with barely a hitch.

But Huaisang had skill and experience to make up for it, stroking his hand along the base of Hannibal's cock in unison with the bobbing of his head so that his lover's shaft was spit-slicked and surrounded by tight heat at all times. Sighing with satisfaction and longing as he twirled his tongue expertly over the glans of Hannibal's cock, Huaisang let his eyes close for a moment in bliss before he lifted them again, gaze heated and promising.

Well look at that, the man currently swallowing down Hannibal's member was still capable of blushing. That would not do. He slipped one hand into Huaisang's hair, gently stroking, tugging slightly, as he began to slowly pull himself out of Huaisang's welcoming mouth, and then slowly push in. Just a touch.

Just to see what the heated look in Huaisang's eyes would do with that, and a whispered, "I believe I will fuck this gorgeous mouth, before I fuck you. Would that be acceptable?"

Huaisang blinked curiously at the hand in his hair, the shift in control, but once he understood, he shifted the grip of his hand so that it was holding Hannibal steady rather than stroking him, and he dropped his jaw as wide as it would go, keeping his lips sealed around Hannibal's shaft but otherwise providing room in his mouth.

He couldn't speak or even nod like this, but he leaned back into Hannibal's grip, eyes fluttering blissfully closed for a moment as he gave himself over to Hannibal's control.

"Your open enjoyment makes this all the more delicious." Hannibal murmured in a low and rough tone. He shifted back, and forth, carefully. His dark eyes going half-lidded, flickering maroon, before he began to gently shifting his hips back and forth.

"Now the real question is - do I go for two orgasms for myself, and give you only one, or give you two and satisfy myself with only one..."

Huaisang couldn't speak, mouth full and hands occupied, but his eyes went from blissful to hooded in an instant, a hint of how dare you not give me multiple orgasms implied. Noble by birth and spoiled by upbringing, Huaisang was accustomed to being treated to pleasure and indulgence at all times.

But he didn't speak with anything but his eyes, remaining relaxed and sweet, cheeks hollowed around Hannibal's cock, yielding utterly to his pleasure.

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