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notjustacallboy

Wrapping the towel around his waist, Derya combed his fingers through his hair again to work out any tangles. “Sounds perfect - though I think we should get some of the guys’ favorites too. No reason to just appeal to me, not when it’s a party for everyone,” Derya smiled, crossing to the sink counter to put his glasses and collar back on. “So what about a time and date? My coworkers would probably need like a day’s advance notice so they can put it in their schedules, and the prep is probably gonna take about a day, maybe two…? Not to mention the regular work around here that needs doing.” He thought for a few moments. “How about one of the days this coming weekend, starting around dinnertime? Would that work?”

“Mhmm always two steps ahead aint’ you babe? I like that.This Saturday at six works, think that’d work for your lot?”

His men would come to his command and organize their timetables around whatever he wished, but Derya was right, this was supposed to be good for everyone. Best to give them some heads up.

Hannibal shifted up behind the other man, sniffing at his scalp, preening a little at his damp hair affectionately.

Even now it was hard not to be touching him some way or another, making up for lost time.

#I DID THE SAME TO YOU I'M SORRY BAB

notjustacallboy

“Hmm. Well, we should probably settle on a location first; somewhere big enough for everyone attending,” Derya mused, scrubbing away the last of the shampoo. “I was considering one of the rooms here, since it’d be safest for everybody involved.” Once the rest of his body was rinsed down, he shut the water off and stepped out to grab a towel. “But I’m not sure which one,” Derya added from underneath the towel as he dried the excess water from his hair.

“We got some bigger conference rooms down on the lower levels. You ain’t been in there since you got no reason to, but they should work. gotta move some furniture but i can get the boys on that right away”

The rooms would be big enough for Hannibal to stay in the room as well, always a plus. He didn’t like the idea of having to watch his own party through the door way.

“We can lay on a buffet, somthin’ real nice. Get in your favorites”

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notjustacallboy

“Well, hopefully it won’t be the last time I get to smell like this,” Derya grinned with a wink. His posture visibly relaxed when Hannibal offered to go with him, and he finally stood, following the other to the bathroom. Though he could guess that Hannibal had some idea of what was bothering him, Derya didn’t mention it either. He stepped around his lover’s head into the bathroom and started the water in the shower, waiting for it to warm up. Glancing at Hannibal, he asked teasingly, “Should I leave the curtain open?” Derya hoped it wasn’t too obvious that he was trying to gloss over his insecurity.

“Damn well better, no way I’m missin’ out on a show like this”

He’d seen Derya wet and wild before, often times swimming with him the pool, but there was something unique about watching him shower, the setting more…private, adding to that air of lewdity.

He settled himself in place, leering at the human Benet his tinted glasses which were starting to steam over from the warm water spray, opening his other set of eyes to accommodate.

“Make sure you get in all those nooks n’ crannies”

notjustacallboy

“Yes sir,” Derya chuckled. He removed his glasses and the custom collar, leaving them on the counter beside the sink before stepping into the shower.

Sighing in contentment at the warm spray against aching muscles, Derya combed his fingers through his hair to thoroughly wet it down. As he started scrubbing in a palmful of shampoo, he kept his eyes closed and his head tilted back. He refrained from putting on too obvious a show for Hannibal. Though, while letting the shampoo sink in a little, Derya rubbed a soaped-up washcloth over his body more sensually than he otherwise would have.

Rinsing off his hair and body under the showerhead, he started humming a soft, aimless tune under his breath. Derya’s eyes were closed again, but he could feel Hannibal’s gaze on him, and the thought made him smile. His anxiety was slowly but surely being overcome by the assertion that Hannibal was back and here to stay.

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Hannibal lay in wait, watching Derya clean himself and almost finding it better in a way that Derya was simply enjoying the warmth of the water instead of focusing on putting on a little act for him. Of course he enjoyed when Derya would go out of his way to show his appreciation for Hannibal, but seeing him content and happy like this? It reaped it’s own rewards.

“I sent a memo out about the party, fang knows you’re in charge, you want something, drop her a message and she’ll get it for you. Any idea’s?”

notjustacallboy

“Well, hopefully it won’t be the last time I get to smell like this,” Derya grinned with a wink. His posture visibly relaxed when Hannibal offered to go with him, and he finally stood, following the other to the bathroom. Though he could guess that Hannibal had some idea of what was bothering him, Derya didn’t mention it either. He stepped around his lover’s head into the bathroom and started the water in the shower, waiting for it to warm up. Glancing at Hannibal, he asked teasingly, “Should I leave the curtain open?” Derya hoped it wasn’t too obvious that he was trying to gloss over his insecurity.

“Damn well better, no way I’m missin’ out on a show like this”

He’d seen Derya wet and wild before, often times swimming with him the pool, but there was something unique about watching him shower, the setting more...private, adding to that air of lewdity.

He settled himself in place, leering at the human Benet his tinted glasses which were starting to steam over from the warm water spray, opening his other set of eyes to accommodate.

“Make sure you get in all those nooks n’ crannies”

notjustacallboy

Adjusting the custom tag on the collar still around his neck, Derya stretched again, popping his back a few times. As he combed a hand through his hair, he sighed, “Mmh…should probably shower. Need to change clothes too.“ Even though he said it, he was hesitant to get up and leave Hannibal’s side, a subtle irrational fear that this was some kind of dream or hallucination sticking in the back of his mind.

“Mhm i don’t know, think yo smell pretty good as is babe”

Hannibal purred, enjoying the scent of his own cum, sweat and fluid soaked into Derya’s body. He never claimed not to be disgusting.

“Come on, I’ll go with ya’ keep you company”

He didn’t bring attention to derya’s fear, but he could see it in his eye, knowing he was worried to leave.

Hannibal stood with a stretch, padding across the floor to the bathroom and pushing the door open with his snout, leaving room for Rya to get by. The room was useless to Hannibal, far to small for his form, but he could stick his head and front arms inside if he lay down.

#nsfw //

notjustacallboy

By the time Derya woke up, it was early afternoon. Blinking blearily, he sat up carefully and stretched - smiling a little at the dull, satisfied ache in his muscles. He reached over to retrieve his glasses and slipped them on. Looking up at Hannibal, Derya murmured, “Thought you would’ve left to work, hon.” Though, he was glad the other had stayed; he didn’t like to imagine the panic and doubt that would’ve set in if he’d woken up alone. Derya leaned to press a brief, sweet kiss to Hannibal’s jaw with another smile.

“Power of technology kiddo, anything i need to do I can do with one click. Leave’s me a lot of free time to say here with you where it matters”

Hannibal assured him, booping his snout against Derya’s head.

“But now that you’re up-”

He stood and stretched having had pins and needles running down his arms for the last hour.

notjustacallboy

“Mmh…yeah,” Derya murmured, starting to reach to remove his glasses before remembering they were still set aside from earlier. Snuggling up against Hannibal’s chest, he closed his eyes, smiling softly at the gentle drag through his hair. All Derya managed was a wordless hum of content before rapidly falling into a deep sleep with only a vague, calm haze of dreams drifting through his mind.

Hannibal stayed curled around Derya as he slept, not about to leave the mans side when he’d only just got him back. Instead he pulled up a holo screen and set the light on low, tapping away with his tail, starting to put preparation into action for the party.

He’d let derya make the big choices, but he could get the word out to his men, arrange a few guests and such.

Every time Derya would shift or move in his sleep hannibal would pause and lean down to sniff at him like a mother cat, checking to make sure he was ok, occasionally pressing a small lick to his brow before returning to his work.

notjustacallboy

“Yeah, it shouldn’t; Red Silk does background checks too, so they’ll be in the clear.” Though, he wouldn’t begrudge Fang double-checking for security reasons. Derya was already thinking of who to invite and what to wear and what kind of food to get, and all manner of things to prepare. “Of course. I want to help with this; it’s only fair, with how happy I am to have you back.” He kissed Hannibal’s nose again and grinned, though the smile was interrupted by a yawn. The exertions of earlier were catching up with him, coupled with the fact that he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in months.

“You tired babe? Rest up. We ain’t on a schedule. We can talk about this kinda thing in the morning”

Hannibal used his tail to pull over some of the clean sheets up over the both of them, nesting Rya close to his chest and running the clawed tips of his tail softly through Rya’s hair on the blunted side, the sensation close enough to fingers he could manage.

“Rest easy beautiful, I’m here. Gonna keep you safe ok? Sleep as long as you want babe, when you wake up I’ll still be here, Promise Ry”

notjustacallboy

Derya beamed at the suggestion; the excitement was mostly contained to his expression, his muscles still not wanting to move too much yet. “That’s a fantastic idea!” In his head, he was already planning outfit options. “Is there anything you want me to do for it? I know some classy places that do catering, or I’m pretty decent at decorating…I could even invite some of my former coworkers if people want.”

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“Sounds good babe, you got places you like and people you think would be good then round them up. I’ll have to have fang do a quick background check on them all and all but that won’t take long”

Though hannibal deemed himself a man who knew style, he was also well aware that derya had his own unique look on what was ‘in’ and he was happy to give him a chance to shine.

“You don’t have to do anythin’ but look pretty, and i know you’ve got that covered. But if you want to do somthin’? Now thats a whole nother’ ball game”

He didn’t want Derya to feel like he had to preform, that Hannibal was merely using him as arm candy. But, he also knew Derya liked to be the center of attention, so he was happy for his boy to take center stage.

“You wanna put on a show then I’m taking front row seats babe”