indigo_angels

Hannibal:-
At this point I nearly lose the will again and I have to swallow hard three or four times before I can get enough moisture in my mouth to even speak. The sight of him, stretched out on the bed like that in the half light of the room, it does things to me that I’ve never even thought possible... If only circumstances were different.

I know he’s watching me and even though his face is too shadowed for me to make out his expression, I know he’s asking me why, and I have to tell him, what point is there in getting a lesson if you don’t even know why you are getting it? So I swallow again and take a deep breath before I lean over him.

“Listen to me,” he already is, of course he is, I can feel his chest moving with each breath up against my arm, too fast, too stressed, “Have you worked it out yet? Can you guess what I’m going to do?”

His head shakes and I’m glad, I need to tell him myself, make sure he understands, “You still hard?” My hand traces down to his erection and brushes against the hot flesh in the darkness, feeling him try to twitch away; he’s not anywhere near as aroused as he was, but it’s still there and I’m relieved. This was never about terrorising him.

“You are, good.” My mind turns back to the plan, “You had any idea how many nights I’ve laid in this bed, hard as rock and thinking about you?” He doesn’t move a muscle. “No? Well, let’s try every single damn night since we arrived in this fucking dust bowl!” I can feel that familiar burning in my chest again now, stoking my resolve, making this easier to do. “Every night Face! Laid here, thinking about you, while you were out fucking your way around the whole damn camp!” I realise that my voice is rising and I make a concerted effort to keep it down, can’t have anyone over hearing. “And how do you think that made me feel, hey?”

He squirms under me and I know he wants me to take off the gag and give him the chance to sweet talk his way out, but not yet, not while I still have a point to make. I stand up, towering over him, watching the way he tenses as I adjust the belt on my jeans, trying to make my own damn hard on less obvious.

“Well, let’s try angry, frustrated, jealous as hell... but the list could go on and on!” Now I have finally got my chance to get this off my chest, there’s a snarl in my voice that I barely recognise myself. “So this is what happens now. I’m going out, to meet back up with Samantha, you remember her? Red hair? Gorgeous tits?” I still can’t see his face properly but I can almost feel his glare.

I lean over him again, one hand either side of his shoulders, our face’s inches apart, “And I am going to fuck her, and maybe I’ll like it more than fucking you and decide not to come back. Or maybe I will come back just to teach you who you belong to! But either way, you will just have to lay here, horny as hell, thinking about what I am doing with someone else, and then maybe you might just have the tiniest clue what these last two weeks have been like for me!”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound and I can almost taste the insolence flowing off him. Sick to the stomach I turn and leave.

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