“Are you supposed to be dressed up like Santa?” Will feigns indifference to his companion’s attempt at Christmas roleplay; red become his naughty, glistening eyes in a luscious, completely inappropriate way. “I find the Russian version, roughly translatable into Father Christmas, more fitting,” Hannibal comments, invitingly patting his spread legs with gloved hands.
Will complies.
“Have you been a good Omega?” Hannibal asks, guiding his hips on his own lap. “Oh, indeed I have. You, on the other hand,” Will makes himself comfortable on his bent knees, sliding his leather belt from his velvet trousers, “have been a terrible Alpha.”
Original photo (x) Small contribution to @hannigram-a-b-o-library‘s #FestiveABO and @hannigramfanfic‘s #MerryMurderFest :) You better behave yourself, Fannibals, or you might find a good spanking under the Christmas tree 🎄