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.
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.
Hannibal's lips curved up into a wicked smile at the imperious look he received from Huaisang. He had always preferred selfish sexual partners to ones who thought only of his feelings. Taking what you want was one of his favorite personal rules, after all.
"Mmm, no. I think perhaps someone who is so attentive deserves at least two orgasms. If he is very, very careful not to have me come into that pretty mouth."
Pleased once more, Huaisang relaxed, gaze softening into contentment again, choosing to trust that Hannibal would be as good as his word and that Huaisang would be spoiled and indulged. He flicked his tongue over the head of Hannibal's cock as his lover fucked slowly into his mouth, not making any particular effort toward making Hannibal come but making certain that he had a warm, silken haven to thrust into.
"Ah, perfection, pretty one." For his part, Hannibal just gently thrust in, letting his cock grow fuller and harder. Making a quiet growl of approval at that tongue slipped over the head.
"Now the question is ... do I pull up that beautiful dress to simply take you here on the floor? Or do I pick you up and have you on the bed? Do I suck you off first, then pin you to the mattress until you are begging me? Choices choices."
Huaisang's eyes go hazy and unfocused at those questions, dreamy with lust at each of the mental images. They all sounded wonderful, and he wanted to do everything Hannibal suggested, but since he must choose, he wanted comfort.
Lifting a finger to indicate the direction of the bed, Huaisang then slid a hand between Hannibal's legs. Rolling Hannibal's balls in his palm, Huaisang's fingers pressed against his perineum, massaging there in the same slow circles that his thumb was rubbing over Hannibal's sack.
Hannibal let out a sharp hiss of pleasure, his dark eyes sparking crimson once more, before he gently slipped his hand down into Huaisang's hair and gently began to pull him back off of his cock.
"I see someone does not want me to fuck him, but perhaps ... do the same to him in bed." He purred low, shifting his other hand to grasp his own cock and gently circle Huaisang's mouth with it, not letting him suck it down deep again.
Huaisang whined as he was pulled off of Hannibal's cock, leaning forward with greedy yearning to have it once again. He laved his tongue eagerly over what he could reach, whimpering pleas because his mouth was too busy to speak.
His cock was aching now, and he shifted, thighs spreading wider, hips wiggling with impatience to be fucked.
Hannibal tipped his head slightly, a slow smile working over his face as he held Huaisang back with one hand and taunted him with the tip of his cock with the other. He noted the near bowing of the man beneath him, legs spread apart and hips thrusting ever so slightly.
Yes, that seemed just about desperate enough.
He moved back smoothly, so he could lean down and hook his arm around Huaisang's waist, picking him up easily and carrying him over to the bed. He rolled Huaisang from his shoulder, to the mattress, and then proceeded to roll the smaller man onto his stomach, so he could slide his hands up those slim, strong legs, and push Huaisang's skirt up over his thighs.
"Tell me, Huaisang, do you prefer to be ridden, or do you prefer to ride?"
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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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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.
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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."
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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.
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"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?"
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Glancing up playfully as he lifts his head, he suckles on the side of Hannibal's cock, enjoying playing with him.
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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"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..."
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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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"Mmm, no. I think perhaps someone who is so attentive deserves at least two orgasms. If he is very, very careful not to have me come into that pretty mouth."
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"Now the question is ... do I pull up that beautiful dress to simply take you here on the floor? Or do I pick you up and have you on the bed? Do I suck you off first, then pin you to the mattress until you are begging me? Choices choices."
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Lifting a finger to indicate the direction of the bed, Huaisang then slid a hand between Hannibal's legs. Rolling Hannibal's balls in his palm, Huaisang's fingers pressed against his perineum, massaging there in the same slow circles that his thumb was rubbing over Hannibal's sack.
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"I see someone does not want me to fuck him, but perhaps ... do the same to him in bed." He purred low, shifting his other hand to grasp his own cock and gently circle Huaisang's mouth with it, not letting him suck it down deep again.
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His cock was aching now, and he shifted, thighs spreading wider, hips wiggling with impatience to be fucked.
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Yes, that seemed just about desperate enough.
He moved back smoothly, so he could lean down and hook his arm around Huaisang's waist, picking him up easily and carrying him over to the bed. He rolled Huaisang from his shoulder, to the mattress, and then proceeded to roll the smaller man onto his stomach, so he could slide his hands up those slim, strong legs, and push Huaisang's skirt up over his thighs.
"Tell me, Huaisang, do you prefer to be ridden, or do you prefer to ride?"
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