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(strip poker) Hannibal groaned lowly at the hand Will had just played and lay his own down, a flop hand, obviously a bluff, but if Will hadn't had better than a king high he would have won this round... Vaguely unsure how Will had managed to get him to agree to playing poker, /strip/ poker nonetheless. But, a deal was a deal, no matter how much alcohol he'd imbibed, and he stood on mostly sure legs, dropping his silk boxers and stepping out of them, entirely unconcerned with his own nudity.
Will grinned in amusement as the doctor groaned, surprised that he had even won the round, seeing as he rarely ever played poker, much less strip poker. But it’d been a long day at work at Hannibal’s wine was very yummy and relaxing and they’d somehow ended up doing this. A hiccuped giggle escaped him, flapping his hand at the other to do his part of the game.
"I…yoursshh….you actshually didds it?" he slurred, cheeks flushing as the broad, built man suddenly stood bare before him, Will hiccuping a giggle and slapped a hand over his eyes, other hand fumbling around for his wine glass again, wanting another sip. "I’m thirshty…"
Lori gave an alarmed squeak.
Hannibal picked up his foot, keen eye looking for whatever he'd almost stepped on, or near, he supposed. It sounded off for a mouse...
The demon moved behind her, quickly lubricating a small butt plug and easing it into her ass without warning. She then summoned a slightly larger and thicker dildo to hand, slicking that with lube as well before pressing just the head of it into her lover.
"Ah..." Hannibal attempted to protest, but she'd been surprised enough and relaxed enough from her previous orgasm to accept the plug easily. And then the weight inside her, pressing against the inside of her ass, was forgotten with a low moan, muffled by stuffing her face in the pillow, when something else was placed against her folds, still sensitive from her climax only moment earlier.
/Good,/ the demon praised her, /Come down from that, and we'll try something else. Something a bit bigger and rougher in another position. When you can, move onto your knees./
Hannibal breathed deeply, panting, for a few minutes it felt like before nodded and turning over and pushing herself up slowly. Her limbs took a little while longer than she thought they would to become... not gelatin.
"Then, come," Crowley ordered, slowly starting to move the skinny dildo in and out of her lover, turning the vibrator up another setting.
Hannibal's breath hitched almost violently when the vibrator turned up and her hips bucked involuntarily and her back arched impossibly high and there was really nothing else she could do but obey. Her body jerked and spasmed as her orgasm crashed over her and she was relatively sure among her cries of ecstasy, she cried out her lover's name once or twice.
The demon arched an eyebrow, watching the other squirm. "Now you know what you put me through. I'm guessing you'd quite like to come now, wouldn't you?"
Hannibal nodded, unable to keep from writhing on the bed, gasping a moan as she forgot to keep herself silent in protest.
Crowley chuckled again. "I've barely done anything yet. Fuck, you're sensitive, aren't you?" She produced a small bullet vibrator, flicking it to its lowest setting and pressing it against Hannibal's clit.
Hannibal stubbornly grit her teeth and didn't let herself make any sound, even if she couldn't stop the cant of her hips towards Crowley's hand. "C-can't help, 't." She muttered, unaware she'd used such improper speech, or rather, a contraction.