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[il_mostro]

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?"

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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.

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"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..."

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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.

[il_mostro]

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."

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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.

[il_mostro]

"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."

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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.

[il_mostro]

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.

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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.

[il_mostro]

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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Huaisang squeaked with delight as he was gathered up into Hannibal's strong arms. He leaned close, skimming his hands over Hannibal's bare chest and kissing his cheek a few times with playful adoration before he was set down.

Pliant about being handled, Huaisang spread his legs for Hannibal, propping himself up on his elbows and kicking his legs ever so slightly with contented indolence. "Pinned down and fucked hard," he replied, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk.

[il_mostro]

"Why, that is a coincidence ... that just happens to be my favored sexual position." Hannibal murmurs, as he keeps one hand on the small of Huaisang's back, as the other grabs the lube and the condoms.

Once deposited on the sleek duvet, Hannibal begins to shift the other man's skirt up and away. "One of these days, I shall have to ask you to wear something I can tear apart ... this is too lovely to destroy."

Huiasang's panties, however, will end up being destroyed. That, Hannibal can easily promise.

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"It would be my pleasure. Though I of course appreciate the advance notice." One of Huaisang's other lovers had recently shredded a lovely gown during their play, and Huaisang was still feeling sulky about it.

He lifts his body elegantly for the garment to be removed, revealing a pretty pair of panties beneath it. He reaches for one of the condom packets, curious about it, and turns it over in his hand, trying to figure out how it's used. "What are these for?"

[il_mostro]

Oh, he could not destroy such beautiful pantie - the craftsmanship alone. Instead he hooks his fingers on either side and slowly starts to draw them off of Huaisang's body, his mouth going to take a single bite of one rounded buttock. He didn't rend - just marked.

"Those? Those are condoms. I do forget that you are from a different century. They are to cover one's cock when they are entering someone -- so one does not get a disease." He murmured, his mouth trailing down Huaisang's bared legs.

"That kind is a particularly favorite - it has an intriguing lubrication and is thin enough to make it feel like it is skin on skin."

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Huaisang gasped with pleasure at that bite, hips grinding down against the mattress. He shivers when the bite ends, a wave of pleasure in the wake of the pain. "Ah!"

Listening curiously at first to the explanation, Huaisang startles at the suggestion of disease. "Disease?" (In MY ass??) "Is that a serious concern here? Everyone seems so healthy and the medicine is so advanced."

He's deeply alarmed. Is the government just hiding the sick people? Is he supposed to be taking some precautions he hasn't been told about?

[il_mostro]

Hannibal smiled sharply, before he tipped his head to the side. "I do not know about anyone else, but I am always cautious about such things. That is why I am, and always have been, disease free."

He tipped his head to the side. "I am guessing you do not have such things as those kind of diseases in your world?"

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Huaisang shakes his head, pouting warily and looking up at Hannibal for guidance. "I know nothing about it. Please advise me, Hannibal-ge."

He's not objecting to the usage, but now he's worried about whether he ought to be using such things with his other lovers.

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"I will be more than happy to teach you, Huaisang." Hannibal gently stroked his hands up and down Huaisang's legs, slowly edging them apart. "In my world, they have something called sexually transmitted diseases. People began wearing condoms to prevent themselves from getting anything that might damage their sexual health, or the sexual health of their partners. Now, since you come from a world without sexually transmitted diseases -- I am guessing you have very powerful medicines? Or ... magics, I believe they are called?"

Long fingered hands curve on either side of Huaisang's rather delightful rear end, framing it so Hannibal can gently sink his teeth into one buttock after another.

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"We do have both powerful medicines and magics. I can use my golden core to purify many poisons and minor diseases. Cultivators like myself are not afflicted by minor illnesses unless they have an especially weak golden core. Peasants are sick more often." He says it very dismissively. The rough lives of the common folk are not his concern. He considers himself a reasonably benevolent sect leader, and believes that commoners should be fed, watered, protected from harassment, and not excessively taxed. He keeps the roads in good order and has measures to protect widows, orphans, and prostitutes. What more could any peasant want or expect?

He gasps at each of these bites, eyelashes fluttering with pleasure. He knows that this is going to leave marks, but he rather relishes that idea, amused in particular by the jealousy that Dorian will probably have over the marks.

[il_mostro]

"Ah, then you might actually be safe from venereal diseases, although I would advise for you to have yourself checked by a doctor before trying out that assumption again." Hannibal assured him, as he snagged the lube, and spread it liberally over one finger. This time, he was the one to rub a massage into Huaisang's perineum, testing the other man's responses before moving ahead.

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"Yes, Hannibal," Huaisang agreed, completely dutiful to these instructions. He wasn't sure how much a doctor here would know about golden cores, but he could at least do his research on these 'venereal diseases' in order to find out how much of a threat they might be.

The massaging finger was a welcome distraction from the topic. Huaisang whined, spreading his legs wider and grinding his hips down against the mattress, eager for more. "Ah! Please. I want you."

[il_mostro]

Hannibal chuckled softly, before he murmured with a practiced sort of innocent tone. He slid one hand over the other man's buttock, enjoying the curve of the flesh. "Well, I was about to slip some fingers within you, unless you would prefer my tongue, or perhaps skip straight ahead to certain other body parts."

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Huaisang groans excitedly at these options, lifting his hips into the touch and whimpering hopefully for more. All of those possibilities sound exquisite, making blood throb heavily in his cock, but he absolutely has a favorite. "Tongue, please, Hannibal. Please please."

He squirms beneath Hannibal, filled with so much excitement that it's vibrating out of his skin, and keens with desire. "Please please."

[il_mostro]

"Such pretty begging."

Hannibal pushed Huaisang's legs further apart, then let his jaw drop wide so he could slide his tongue along the back side of Huaisang's cock, then along his perineum. Lingering over Huaisang's entrance, before repeating the motion. Long and slow licks, moving for sensation and thoroughness.