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"Clothing" - #Hannivember Day 13
Hannibal’s wardrobe could always be described in one word: fancy. Everyone knew that. Tailored suits made specifically for him, expensive fabrics, a variety of textures and clothes. From head to toe, Hannibal always has been like that,
Hannibal’s wardrobe could always be described in one word: fancy. Everyone knew that. Tailored suits made specifically for him, expensive fabrics, a variety of textures and clothes. From head to toe, Hannibal always has been like that,
his clothing showing off dominance, imponence and elegance. Even his sleepwear, magnificent velvet robes and sets of shirts and pants that matched perfectly. Some could even say that his murder attire was kind of classy although peculiar. Will could say it.
However, this was in the past. They were now living in a hot, beachy place, the strong sun showing itself everyday like in a never ending summer. And of course, because of that, Hannibal had to change a little bit of his usual style. No more suits, unless they went to a more
formal event. No more those many layers of clothing, shirt, vest, tie, jacket. No more coats, except when really necessary. Will didn’t know how much he would enjoy this change.
It was a particularly hot day, perhaps more than others. Will was shirtless and wearing shorts, he
It was a particularly hot day, perhaps more than others. Will was shirtless and wearing shorts, he
had just come back from a quick swim at the beach in front of their house. He was feeling the breeze, drying the drops of salty water off his body.
“Hope you had a good time”, a voice said behind him and he turned around.
There was Hannibal, in proper summer clothing.
“Hope you had a good time”, a voice said behind him and he turned around.
There was Hannibal, in proper summer clothing.
He was wearing dark brown shorts that went a little bit above his knees, thin beige leather belt, a slim white shirt with short sleeves that had its first buttons opened. Will shamelessly glanced at him, up and down. He noticed how tight the shirt looked on him, and how a bit of
the silverish chest hair could be seen, and he bit his lower lip.
"Are you seeing something you like, dear?", Hannibal asked, teasing, admiring Will's expression.
"God, yes", Will replied. He adored Hannibal's body so much. His strong arms, his firm chest, his muscles,
"Are you seeing something you like, dear?", Hannibal asked, teasing, admiring Will's expression.
"God, yes", Will replied. He adored Hannibal's body so much. His strong arms, his firm chest, his muscles,
the soft parts, his hands and legs; every single part. "I'm so glad you're wearing this clothing style more often."
"Oh, I know", Hannibal said, and sat down in a chair near them. "I can see in your eyes."
Will laughed, then without ceremony, approached Hannibal.
"Oh, I know", Hannibal said, and sat down in a chair near them. "I can see in your eyes."
Will laughed, then without ceremony, approached Hannibal.
"I feel like sucking you now", he said, simply and honest.
Hannibal chuckled.
"When you don't feel like it?", he said.
"So smug, huh?", Will murmured, but still, he got on his knees, making himself comfortable between Hannibal's thighs. He sucked until his mouth got dry.
Hannibal chuckled.
"When you don't feel like it?", he said.
"So smug, huh?", Will murmured, but still, he got on his knees, making himself comfortable between Hannibal's thighs. He sucked until his mouth got dry.
