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Hannibal S03E06 Dolce.
“Yeah, I admit it: I’ve got a thing for older guys.”
“Oh? I never wouldn’t thought,” Hannibal teased.
He blushed softly, climbing onto Hannibal’s lap. “We’re all allowed preferences right?” Charlie asked, kissing his cheek.
“Of course, preferences are important,” he replied. “I happen to be into younger men who are rather pretty…”
Charlie blushed softly. “You could be like, my uncle though.” He replied, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just scared of you getting rid of me.”
"Hm, well, it's a good thing I'm not your uncle or this could be considered a little creepy," Hannibal joked. He moved his hand to gently rub Charlie's back, "why would I ever want to get rid of you?"
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
“I like to be dressed up… in a way I don’t like. It’s fun, I like being humiliated. But you won’t do that in front of your friends.” He mumbled softly, moaning quietly. “I wanna be your own little doll…”
“Maybe I’ll dress you in some pretty girly underwear. Or a dress, when we’re home, you’d look very pretty in a dress, Elliot.”
Elliot’s cheeks burned and he shook his head shyly even though he was already aroused by he idea of Hannibal making him do it rather than the actual dress itself. “B-but I’m a b-boy. I wouldn’t f-fill a dress properly… unless you used my magic.”
“I’m well aware you’re a boy,” he said softly. “I didn’t think you’d be concerned about filling a dress, but if you are, I could definitely use your magic.”
Elliot giggled and kissed him, unable to help how much the idea of Hannibal doing that made his heart pound. “Please do that. I wish you would mess with my body more. It’s fun. It feels good.”
"I know you wish that, but I love your body just how it is, so I don't ever feels the want to mess with your body," he told him, "why does it feel good?"
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
“I like to be dressed up… in a way I don’t like. It’s fun, I like being humiliated. But you won’t do that in front of your friends.” He mumbled softly, moaning quietly. “I wanna be your own little doll…”
“Maybe I’ll dress you in some pretty girly underwear. Or a dress, when we’re home, you’d look very pretty in a dress, Elliot.”
Elliot’s cheeks burned and he shook his head shyly even though he was already aroused by he idea of Hannibal making him do it rather than the actual dress itself. “B-but I’m a b-boy. I wouldn’t f-fill a dress properly… unless you used my magic.”
"I'm well aware you're a boy," he said softly. "I didn't think you'd be concerned about filling a dress, but if you are, I could definitely use your magic."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
“I like to be dressed up… in a way I don’t like. It’s fun, I like being humiliated. But you won’t do that in front of your friends.” He mumbled softly, moaning quietly. “I wanna be your own little doll…”
"Maybe I'll dress you in some pretty girly underwear. Or a dress, when we're home, you'd look very pretty in a dress, Elliot."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
Elliot’s eyes went fuzzy. “I won’t think so low of myself.” He mumbled as his magic made it so, giving him the confidence for his next statement. “I want to come to fancy parties and be your arm candy to show off.” He giggled.
“Arm candy… well, you’d definitely be perfect for that,” Hannibal smiled, “I’ll just have to make sure no one tries and seduces you, you’re mine and I want to keep it that way.”
“I wanna do more stuff with you in public. I wish you would play with me more in situations like that. It’d be fun.” He giggled, the magic still keeping him from thinking this through. “I want everyone to know I’m yours!”
“Fun but… indecent,” he teased. Hannibal pressed a few soft kisses to the younger man’s jaw, “I know you do, darling.”
“What’s so wrong with indecent? You can dress me up however you like, even in a dumb suit, and whatever is under the suit no one would have to know..”. He whined cutely.
"And how would you like to be dressed up?" Hannibal questioned, kissing just under Elliot's ear. "I know I'd definitely be making sure you have something in your ass, so you're ready and wanting by the time we're home."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
Elliot’s eyes went fuzzy. “I won’t think so low of myself.” He mumbled as his magic made it so, giving him the confidence for his next statement. “I want to come to fancy parties and be your arm candy to show off.” He giggled.
“Arm candy… well, you’d definitely be perfect for that,” Hannibal smiled, “I’ll just have to make sure no one tries and seduces you, you’re mine and I want to keep it that way.”
“I wanna do more stuff with you in public. I wish you would play with me more in situations like that. It’d be fun.” He giggled, the magic still keeping him from thinking this through. “I want everyone to know I’m yours!”
"Fun but... indecent," he teased. Hannibal pressed a few soft kisses to the younger man's jaw, "I know you do, darling."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
Elliot’s eyes went fuzzy. “I won’t think so low of myself.” He mumbled as his magic made it so, giving him the confidence for his next statement. “I want to come to fancy parties and be your arm candy to show off.” He giggled.
"Arm candy... well, you'd definitely be perfect for that," Hannibal smiled, "I'll just have to make sure no one tries and seduces you, you're mine and I want to keep it that way."
“Yeah, I admit it: I’ve got a thing for older guys.”
“Oh? I never wouldn’t thought,” Hannibal teased.
He blushed softly, climbing onto Hannibal’s lap. “We’re all allowed preferences right?” Charlie asked, kissing his cheek.
"Of course, preferences are important," he replied. "I happen to be into younger men who are rather pretty..."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
“Because you’re old enough to be my dad. Didn’t abandon any children… 22 years ago, did you?” Elliot giggled.
“So? Many people ‘hang out’ with older people,” Hannibal told him. “And I most certainly didn’t, don’t say things like that, please, /that/ is weird.”
“Yes but I’m in… in love with you. So I don’t know if maybe that would make you feel weird. I’m like a toy boy.” He giggled and kissed his nose. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Toy boy,” Hannibal chuckled at that. “I’m in love with you too, you know that, and I won’t allow myself to feel weird over my feelings - or yours.”
“Yes. But you’re a lot better than me at everything in general.” Elliot noted, looping his arms around his neck. “You don’t really want me at your fancy parties though, do you?”
"Don't think so little of yourself, you're amazing at so many things," Hannibal told him, kissing him softly. "And of course I do, I want to spend as much time with you as possible. Do you want to come to fancy parties?"
“Yeah, I admit it: I’ve got a thing for older guys.”
"Oh? I never wouldn't thought," Hannibal teased.
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
“Because you’re old enough to be my dad. Didn’t abandon any children… 22 years ago, did you?” Elliot giggled.
“So? Many people ‘hang out’ with older people,” Hannibal told him. “And I most certainly didn’t, don’t say things like that, please, /that/ is weird.”
“Yes but I’m in… in love with you. So I don’t know if maybe that would make you feel weird. I’m like a toy boy.” He giggled and kissed his nose. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
"Toy boy," Hannibal chuckled at that. "I'm in love with you too, you know that, and I won't allow myself to feel weird over my feelings - or yours."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
“No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it’s weird?”
“Because you’re old enough to be my dad. Didn’t abandon any children… 22 years ago, did you?” Elliot giggled.
"So? Many people 'hang out' with older people," Hannibal told him. "And I most certainly didn't, don't say things like that, please, /that/ is weird."
“You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?”
"No, not weird at all - different, maybe, but not weird. Why, do you think it's weird?"