Fenway crawls into the man's lap, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Normally he would've nipped, drawn some blood even, but he had been quick to get the hint that it wasn't quite acceptable to do that without permission. And despite the temptation being huge, he managed to keep it at kisses at least. A low purr sounds from his chest as he nuzzles at the other, burying his face in his neck and feeling the other's heartbeat against his own skin.
Hannibal had been reading through the paper when Fenway approached him. It was clear that the other wanted affection, which wasn’t exactly Hannibal’s strong point but he gave him what he could. “Tell me pup, what do you want?” He asks as he slowly runs his fingers through Fenway’s hair and pulled him close. “I know it’s not dinner time, it’s only 4:30.” His eyes watch the clock as it ticks back and forth with it’s ever steady hands. As he continued to pet him, the scent of dirt, blood and an aroma that was all Fen filled the air. “I think it is time for you to have a bath. Are you going to behave for me this time or are we going to have to retreat to harsher measures?”
Perking up when Hannibal enters the bedroom he had expected worse of the punishment. While it could have been worse, however, he never liked getting restrained. Nor did he like losing his freedom to have physical contact with Lecter. But again, he wasn't supposed to like punishment. And it also wasn't against any spoken rules to make that statement clear. Mild panic at the idea alone making his chest feel tight is enough to make him partially fall back to his instincts; lying down onto his back and baring his throat in submission, giving a few soft high pitched whines trying and maybe persuade the man into changing his mind about it. It probably wouldn't work, though, knowing the man was strict and firm when he needed to be. And this was one of these times. Didn't mean Fenway couldn't try, though.
