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[meerkats]

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◉ Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.
◉ Give me a prompt
◉ you can specify any of my muses whom you might like to play with, or I can pick.
◉ Everything goes, even the retired ones, but I can't guarantee good tags from them.
◉ sex!

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[inmyworld]

[avoirfaim]

[ Hannibal was never quite so drawn to sexual release before Will. He had partners, of course, a few scattered throughout his life, but none that stuck, none that he allowed to matter and none that moved him quite the way that they did once he skewered them and peeled away their skin. Sex was the layman's drug of choice, the easiest to obtain and the least satisfying in it's conclusion. There was no true sense of ownership, and the rush of power faded far too quickly once it was over. Besides, if he were to truly disrespect a person he wouldn't want to get their filth on him.

He always cleaned his meat before cooking it, like a butcher would clean the filth off of a hog. Meat is clean, unspoiled.

Will though, has carved a hole into the heart he didn't know he still had. His ownership of the other man is complete, they have entwined like threads in a microscopic weave too close and too intimately one to pull apart. His ownership is visceral in a way nothing has been since his childhood, and he needs it like air. Will Graham who can understand him, who can be his captive, loving audience without judgement or disgust, with a higher understanding.

It takes only a few more thrusts into Will's raw, bloody hole for him to come, an experience intensified more than it ever had been before by their oneness, and the blood on his fingers that was still seeping past stitches the best they could. He removed a testicle, just one, cutting skin and stitching it up carefully, his voice a calm warning for Will not to move. It would only hurt more if he moved. He kissed the pulsing wound when it was finished, licking blood from his lips and placing organ, scrotum and all on a plate, set in front of Will. It would come later, after he relieved the tension in his own cock.

And he does so with a vigor, kissing Will's back over a notch of his spine and running a soothing hand over Will's hair. It would be okay, he was here, the paddle in the raging sea. ]