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[il_mostro]

"As often as I am allowed, Huaisang. Just for a taste of you." Hannibal purred gently, as he nuzzled another warm kiss against the nape of Huaisang's neck, before slowly drawing himself out of him. He gently lay Huaisang on the bed, like he was a beautiful doll, and rolled gracefully to his feet.

"Are you thirsty, pretty one?"

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Huaisang makes a few soft, contented noises as Hannibal shifts him. He knows how to arrange his limbs artfully, and the coy blush on his cheeks doesn't need to be feigned after the exquisite fucking he just experienced. "Yes, please."

He watches Hannibal move around the room, happily besotted with him and glad to be pampered. "I like this view."

[il_mostro]

Hannibal went to the bathroom to retrieve a glass of water, and a warm washcloth. He put the water on the nightstand, a smirk sliding over his lips. "Do you now? What about it do you find so appealing? I would be curious to know what you find aesthetically pleasing."

His long fingers are careful and precise. Not cold or clinical, but sweeping away remaining semen, leaving Huaisang's skin clean and smooth once more. Once he was done, he went to put the cloth away once more.

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"I find power very appealing, and your body is clearly powerful. The strength of the musculature, the command of your height, the experience evident in the way you carry yourself, in the scars left on your skin. The promise of that thick, heavy cock between your legs." Grinning playfully as he lists his admiration, Huaisang lifts his hips to give Hannibal better access, but otherwise stays luxuriously still, enjoying his rest after being so thoroughly fucked. "There's something so predatory about the way you move. Almost primal, and yet with such cultivated elegance. I'd love to be chased by you. Hunted."

[il_mostro]

"That ... could be arranged." Hannibal murmured, putting glass and cloth back into the bathroom before returning to the bed slowly. Measuring out his steps as a predator might. Stalking Huaisang, even in this room, before sliding across the mattress towards him.

"I believe you would make wily and interesting prey, pretty one. Although instead of devouring you - I think I shall claim you instead."

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Huaisang watches the view admiringly as it recedes, but on Hannibal's return he's all the more predatory. Huaisang's breath hitches, eyes widening with the thrill of being playfully stalked. He squeals as Hannibal 'catches' him, laughing and welcoming him with open arms. "Claiming sounds much better than devouring, though I do like how you use your tongue on me."

Nuzzling the tips of their noses together, Huaisang smiles at him, practically sparkling with affection for his new lover. "I do so love being hunted and claimed."

[il_mostro]

"Mmm, well, since you have granted me the delightful opportunity to see you once again, my tongue will be available for your personal use." Hannibal curled Huaisang up into his arms, nuzzling a bite or five against that pale skin.

"So, ... claimed you shall be." He murmured, sucking a mark on Huaisang's shoulder blade.

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Huaisang giggled at the nuzzling and the bites, squirming deliciously in Hannibal's arms as he enjoyed being caught and cuddled. "Mm, yes please."

The feeling of Hannibal's lips suckling a mark into his skin makes him cry out with pleasure, arching against him and shivering with the exquisite sensation of it. "Hannibal!"

[il_mostro]

Hannibal kissed the spot he just marked, smiling against Huaisang's skin. "Why pretty one, do not tell me you are already looking for another round? My my, I can see I will have to add more cardio into my work out to keep up with you ..."

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"You should," Huaisang agrees, grinning cheekily and wiggling a little in Hannibal's arms. "I usually come quickly, but I recover fast and I can come again and again." Licking his lips at the thought, since having multiple orgasms is one of his favorite pleasures, Huaisang turns his head to claim a sweet kiss. "I'd very much like to enjoy as many rounds as you can manage."

[il_mostro]

"Again and again ... now that sounds like a challenge I would be more than interested to see fulfilled." Hannibal murmured, before his lips quirk up at the corners. "Oh, show mercy, pretty one. An old man like me can only go one or two - perhaps three or four - more times." Each 'time' was followed by another sweet kiss, as Hannibal allowed his hands to start to slide over Huaisang's body once more, easy and confident.

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Huaisang giggled with delight at each of those sweet, teasing kisses. Pressing his body into the touches, he keened with yearning, hips grinding back against Hannibal in shameless invitation. "Mm, well, you also have hands and a mouth, and there are always toys if you get too terribly worn out and your cock just can't manage to twitch anymore..."

[il_mostro]

"Oh, and you are not going to beg for mercy at any point? Well ... then challenge accepted, pretty one." Hannibal murmured, before he reached out to snag more lube and another condom. "I shall make you beg me to stop, before we are through ..."

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"I do enjoy begging," Huaisang replied, grinning with excitement. He sat up partway when Hannibal reached for more supplies, watching him with bright, eager eyes to find out what would come next. "I like it when you call me pretty one. I like you, Hannibal-qianbei."

[il_mostro]

"Then I shall make you ... beg." Hannibal pressed up against Huaisang's back, biting down on his shoulder. "Over, and over, and over again."

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Huaisang gasped with pleasure at Hannibal pressing up against his back, then squeaked at that bite. Laughing breathlessly, he shuddered once in Hannibal's arms, savoring the thrills of sensation. "Yes, please, Hannibal. Please, please. I want that. Fuck me, claim me, make me beg."

[il_mostro]

"Your wish is mine to answer, pretty one." Hannibal murmured, pleased ever more with the begging to be made to beg for more. He could never resist a challenge.

So ... he did not.

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"How you spoil me," Huaisang says, absolutely delighted with being held and teased and bitten. "I'm going to have those bite marks of yours all over. Utterly claimed as your conquest. How scandalous. Whatever shall I tell people when they ask who devoured me whole like this?"

[il_mostro]

"Well, that is the point, is it not? Keep you well sated so you will not think of excluding me from your bed? Or varying other surfaces?" Hannibal hummed, as he slipped down Huaisang's back, mouth biting down to leave promised marks. "You should say you were charming and seductive enough to have caught the attention of Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I shall take full responsibility."

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Huaisang laughed delightedly at his words and his wandering mouth. "Right now you are certainly doing an excellent job of ensuring that I'll be addicted to you. I haven't even left your bed and already I ache with knowing how much I'm going to miss you until I get to see you again." Stretching languidly, Huaisang wiggled his toes, savoring all the contact and affection.

[il_mostro]

"Well, I suppose I could stop if it is going to fill you with too much longing ... I would not want you to run off a contact high ... " Hannibal's lips paused right above the dip of Huaisang's spine into the round curve of his buttocks, smiling against warm skin.

"Also you look lovely marked by my teeth."

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"Don't you dare stop!" Huaisang pushed himself up on his elbows, twisting partway to give Hannibal a scandalized and indignant little glare. He bites his lip at the view, Hannibal's lips so close to his skin, teeth pearly white and ready to sink into him again and again.

"Please," Huaisang amends, drawing his teeth across his lower lip and letting a needy little whine escape. "Please, please."

[il_mostro]

"So needful, pretty one."

Hannibal tutted with a faint smirk, before he sank his teeth into the perfect round and rosy flesh of Huaisang's buttock. Sucked, good and hard, to leave a bruise large enough that whenever Huaisang sat down, he would feel that sudden sting of discomfort.

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Huaisang melted down again against the mattress as Hannibal returned to the important business of covering him in bite marks. Squeaking and moaning in turns at the mark sucked hard into his skin, Huaisang ground his hips down into the mattress, craving more. "Please, Hannibal. Are you.. can you... fuck me again, please."

He liked begging for Hannibal, and with the way Hannibal handled him Huaisang couldn't seem to stop begging.

[il_mostro]

Well, how could Hannibal deny something as polite as that? He could not, so he slipped one arm around Huaisang so he could turn him around, and then Hannibal rolled onto his back. Lifted Huaisang up, so the smaller man could properly straddle him, as Hannibal sat up so he could wrap his arms around Huaisang's slender back, and start leaving marks on his collarbones.

"As you desire, pretty one..."