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?"
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.
"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.
"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?"
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."
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?
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?"
"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.
"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.
"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.
"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."
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."
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."
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.
Huaisang gives a keening moan at that sweet caress of tongue. His professionalism has been entirely forgotten now. He'll dress Hannibal, of course, but at least a tenth of the garments he finds for Hannibal will be gifts. Huaisang loves dressing his lovers, and he already knows that he needs to have--and to keep--Hannibal as a lover.
"Hannibal," he murmurs, reverent and pleading, body squirming slightly against the mattress with exquisite pleasure. "Yes, please. Please, Hannibal."
Ah, now, that was the right response. Enough for Hannibal to slow it down, drag his tongue a little deeper and farther along. To tease Huaisang open, one tongue lathing at a time. Especially since Huaisang could plead so very prettily.
Moaning loudly at that long, slow drag of tongue, Huaisang ground his hips harder down into the mattress, whining with desperate need as Hannibal lavished him with pleasure. "Hannibal! Hannibal, please."
He laughed, bright and sweet, an expression of joy and pleasure mingling with the moans, and quivered at the next drag of Hannibal's talented tongue. "Please, Hannibal, I want to be fucked, I want to feel you inside me, I need you. Please, please please."
Hannibal gave Huaisang one last through tongue lathing, before he raised himself. He slid himself along Huaisang's back, gently pushing his face down into the mattress, and lifting his brilliantly shaped buttocks upwards. He made sure Huaisang's legs were pushed far enough apart that the younger man could not squirm too much without losing his balance, before he firmly gripped Huaisang's hips and pushed himself all the way in with one single, slow push.
Then he held himself there, gripping Huaisang just this side of bruising, his voice low and growling. "Let me hear you, pretty one."
Then his hips snapped back with the strength of a man much younger in years, and he began to slam his cock fully into that tight, tight silky entrance that he had prepared for himself.
As much as Huaisang had wanted to be fucked, he hadn't actually been entirely ready for it. He spread his legs and arched his back eagerly in accordance with Hannibal's guidance, dizzy with lust even though he knew he should have asked for more preparation.
Whining as Hannibal slid inside of him, Huaisang shuddered once, then bucked softly, body quivering as he adjusted to the sensation of being stretched open. "Ah! Hannibal."
Crying out at the first hard slam of Hannibal's hips, Huaisang braced himself a little more firmly to take it, knowing that he'd asked for this. It was painfully intense and so, so good, everything he needed. His lips dripped with whimpers even while his cock dripped with precome, droplets falling with every few thrusts. "Hannibal!"
Hannibal could feel that rough edge of 'not quite prepared enough' with his thrusts, and adjusted accordingly. He made his thrusts slightly more shallow, as he angled, looking for that bundle of nerves that would drive discomfort straight from Huaisang's thoughts.
Of course, he was fairly certain that with each deep thrust, Huaisang moved farther and farther away from caring what Hannibal did. As long as Hannibal kept giving it to him. Harder, shifting his angle to hit the right spot, the one that would make Huaisang tighten around him so well that Hannibal would feel his cock was being swallowed whole.
He muttered quiet, rough praise, "So good, Huaisang ... so tight and yet so willing to take me. Such a good little lover you are, Huaisang. I just want to keep fucking you, just to hear you call my name.."
"Yes," Huaisang moans, arching and sliding his hands forward across the bed, fingers splaying out as he relishes the feeling of Hannibal moving deep inside of him. "Ah! You feel incredible. Hannibal. Hannibal."
He curled in again, turning his head so that his cheek was to the mattress and he could roll one eye back to look at Hannibal. His lips quirked, wicked and indulgent, happy to be pinned down and fucked deep like this. "You're big."
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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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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.
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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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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?"
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"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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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?
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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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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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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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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.
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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."
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He squirms beneath Hannibal, filled with so much excitement that it's vibrating out of his skin, and keens with desire. "Please please."
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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.
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"Hannibal," he murmurs, reverent and pleading, body squirming slightly against the mattress with exquisite pleasure. "Yes, please. Please, Hannibal."
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He laughed, bright and sweet, an expression of joy and pleasure mingling with the moans, and quivered at the next drag of Hannibal's talented tongue. "Please, Hannibal, I want to be fucked, I want to feel you inside me, I need you. Please, please please."
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Then he held himself there, gripping Huaisang just this side of bruising, his voice low and growling. "Let me hear you, pretty one."
Then his hips snapped back with the strength of a man much younger in years, and he began to slam his cock fully into that tight, tight silky entrance that he had prepared for himself.
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Whining as Hannibal slid inside of him, Huaisang shuddered once, then bucked softly, body quivering as he adjusted to the sensation of being stretched open. "Ah! Hannibal."
Crying out at the first hard slam of Hannibal's hips, Huaisang braced himself a little more firmly to take it, knowing that he'd asked for this. It was painfully intense and so, so good, everything he needed. His lips dripped with whimpers even while his cock dripped with precome, droplets falling with every few thrusts. "Hannibal!"
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Of course, he was fairly certain that with each deep thrust, Huaisang moved farther and farther away from caring what Hannibal did. As long as Hannibal kept giving it to him. Harder, shifting his angle to hit the right spot, the one that would make Huaisang tighten around him so well that Hannibal would feel his cock was being swallowed whole.
He muttered quiet, rough praise, "So good, Huaisang ... so tight and yet so willing to take me. Such a good little lover you are, Huaisang. I just want to keep fucking you, just to hear you call my name.."
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He curled in again, turning his head so that his cheek was to the mattress and he could roll one eye back to look at Hannibal. His lips quirked, wicked and indulgent, happy to be pinned down and fucked deep like this. "You're big."
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