@consumare sent: despite birthdays being rather trivial to hannibal, he's always willing to give an expensive gift, and flaunt his wealth. the box is sitting on the kitchen counter as they walk in, light blue with a deep blue, silk ribbon. hannibal ushers toward it with a grin before he begins collecting ingredients for the dinner he intended to cook just for jin. inside, jin would find a blue dress made of silk, with sleek straps, and a slit up its leg. he's grinning a bit as he ties his apron around his waist, glancing up at jin when he's finished. 'i would like you to change into it, please,' hannibal said. it isn't quite a demand, but he isn't asking, either. 'there is a guest room upstairs you may use,'
When Jin had accepted Hannibal's invitation he was initially a little hesitant — not because he didn't want to go, but because he did. Though he could often be hedonistic he wasn't totally mindless. He knew it was a bad idea to get too personally involved with someone who was supposed to be his therapist. It was unprofessional on Dr. Lecter's part, a red flag, but the doctor was a matador and Jin was a charging bull running headfirst into the crimson banner that should have served as a warning.
Before he could say anything, he was urged to open a box with a rather expensive looking blue ribbon. It looked so expensive. He almost didn't want to touch it. Almost.
The ribbon slipped open with a gentle motion, and as he opened the box and pulled out the garment his face went a shade of faded ruby. When he had discussed his fashion preferences with his therapist he hadn't expected it would result in such a gift. He bit at his lip and nodded at the request, almost too embarrassed to speak.
Blue silk in hand, he navigated Hannibal's labyrinthian house to the guest room. In the quiet dark he could think clearly. This was insane. This was unusual. He shouldn't have come here. It was too late to back out. Clearly Hannibal wanted him here, or he wouldn't have done so much preparation. To back down now after accepting such a gift would be terribly rude. He did not want to spoil the evening, and even though he knew it was a bad idea to get personally involved with Dr. Lecter, he was going to do it anyways.
When he slipped the dress on it fit nearly perfectly. It made him wonder how carefully the doctor had watched him if he was able to estimate his size so accurately. It made his heart beat faster with a sickly mixture of excitement and anxiety. He was acutely aware in that moment that the other had been watching him somehow, devouring him from an appropriate distance until the two could be alone. For what purpose he wasn't completely sure but he thought he had an idea. Whether he was right or not was yet to be made clear. So far when older men had bought him expensive gifts they wanted one thing and one thing only.
"This is... incredible. Beautiful," he said as he rejoined Dr. Lecter, "I don't know what to say. I mean, thank you, obviously, but this is really something special."
Jin smiled, hands unsteady as he smoothed the fabric across his body. He felt vulnerable, as if he was standing nude on a Broadway stage for an entire audience to see. With this part of him exposed he felt a pang of desire for Hannibal's approval.
"Do you think it looks alright?"
