// @drhanniballecter And I Have Been Constructing Will's Phone.

“Any particular theme to these thoughts on me, in general?  That’s quite a look on your face.”

“You in general, yes.”

I already knew what a- what did I do? Is this because I went fishing without you last weekend?

shoutout to margot verger for teaching will what a clitoris is— i am forever in your debt

Will hummed as Hannibal bit and sucked, eyes fluttering shut to feel those teeth and that tongue more acutely.  He rolled his hips a little, just to tease the shape of his growing erection against Hannibal’s.  A small hiss when Hannibal nibbled his ear; he grinned:

“Good man.”  He stripped his shirt off and cast it to the side.  One arm snaked around Hannibal’s middle to press him closer ad he reached for the bowl of chocolate with the other.  The feeling of skin on skin, muscles twitching against muscles, Hannibal’s hair against his own hairless chest, saturated his senses and he let his drawl run deep when he spoke:

“Now, close your eyes—,” a wink, “please.”

With two fingers dipped into the chocolate, he started drizzling the sauce on select areas of Hannibal’s neck, his collarbone, his shoulders and such, moving downward along the body.  He lapped and slurped and bit the chocolate off as he went, making obscene noises and leaving little toothy indents like breadcrumbs.  Occasionally, he’d let his fingernails scrape down some patch of skin to see the flesh pink in neat lines.

As he got ever lower, closer to Hannibal’s belt he paused to look up at Hannibal, his eyes clear and bright.  “I’m going to remove your belt, but I’d like to use it on you.  Is that alright?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Do you want that chronologically or alphabetically?

Where did I go wrong?

Swallowtail. The youngster's diary. 1820.

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// discussing the safe word, hannigram edition.

@drhanniballecter

That’s a lie; Hannibal Lecter is a punk bitch

Heard that Hannibal Lecter has an 8pack

That Hannibal Lecter is shredded.

Ten minutes. Ten friggin minutes slowly creeping over to this guy, including s l o w l y edging my way closer on my elbows and knees to get some nice close-ups. The results made me happy.

stop having casual sex with men