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Will outright grinned. There is a certain flavor of satisfaction that comes from being the first to do anything for someone. Having this would be another link in the gold chain of his mind, tying together the various impressions he had of the man in front of him.
“I think you will,” he said, fingers working to unclasp the belt and slip it out from its loops. “And I’ll start slow. Make it last as long as it needs to.” The leather was tough and smooth in his palm. Folding it once, he gave one soft smack of it against his palm. He folded it one more time and did it again, this time satisfied with the sharp, tight sound he got.
Standing up to full height again, he unzipped Hannibal’s pants and slipped his fingers down to palm the hard girth there. He wanted to feel it before he saw it:
“Well, shit, Dr. Lecter,” he murmured, “not bad at all.”
He continued to stroke, lightly, as he continued: “I need you to pick a word. Any word you like, but it’s got to be short and easy to remember.” Absently, he slid the belt gently up and down Hannibal’s thigh, his back, up under his chin. “Anytime you want me to stop, use that word. I’ll stop no matter what, alright?”
He nipped at his new lover’s jaw while his mind whirred over a myriad of possibilities; some included the belt, the counter, the chocolate, and the hours left to them in the night. “What’s your word, Hannibal?”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”