Need and control wasn't a good mix. And someone who is in control at all times. The mix of need. A need for you wasn't something he wanted but he craved nonetheless.
Your sweet taste, voice so melodic it fixes him on a song of fascination. Something he had never listened but he was familiar with deep inside.
Hannibal wasn't swayed easily. But the way your tongue pushes against his. The taste of your soft lips. Always prepared for his taking was something that weakend a part of him that he lost years ago.
He wasn't an aggressive man. Well, not when it came to his lovers. But you, you woke a primal part that was gentle with roughness etched at the edges. Handling with utmost care, as if fragility was a concern in his mind.
But the markings of his fascination, care or even, love was always present on your soft skin. The markings that would overshadow the scars. Marks of his declaration. His songs engraved.
When he would feel your soft walls around his pulsing cock. Engulfing him in such a vulnerable state that he could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of power.
His thumb trailing against your jaw before traveling down to your neck. Every breath of yours was his to inhale. Every inch of you was his to consume.
Something dark in him wonders how you'd feel on his tongue. Would you be tough? Perhaps soft like cream? Melting the moment it hits his tongue because you know it is him. Or would you want him to savor you a while longer to profess your love for him with flavors?
Hannibal wonders these thoughts frequently. It makes his heart detach from his mind for just a second to think on its own. To think of you.
a/n: I need to be loved by hannibal. Not even a joke.
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