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tempting_the_fates) wrote2024-12-03 08:21 am
tempting_the_fates) wrote2024-12-03 08:21 am
Hannibal
For as much as Nyx seemed to go off the rails, he did quite like having a routine. Seeing Hannibal once a week scratched multiple itches, a little high, a little danger- And a weekly appointment to keep. Something to center his week around when everything else was a bit messy or out of order.
This week was no different, saying hello at the desk, then making his way to Hannibal's rooms. The only real difference was he was dressed a bit nicer this week, having spent the afternoon recording a few promotional videos for the upcoming holiday season, and a TV special he was to be a part of. Rather than his usual casual style, he had on a rather nice suit. Well, some of it anyway- The tie and jacket had been abandoned in the car, but the shirt and trousers still looked nice.
This week was no different, saying hello at the desk, then making his way to Hannibal's rooms. The only real difference was he was dressed a bit nicer this week, having spent the afternoon recording a few promotional videos for the upcoming holiday season, and a TV special he was to be a part of. Rather than his usual casual style, he had on a rather nice suit. Well, some of it anyway- The tie and jacket had been abandoned in the car, but the shirt and trousers still looked nice.
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Hannibal let him tease and play, but when he swallowed, he grabbed his hair and kept him in place. He had a feeling roughness would be welcomed.
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Nyx made a startled sound, but there was no resistance there. If there was any struggle at all, it was meant to provoke, rather than any real attempt to get away.
Swallowing around the length of the other man, he let Hannibal settle against the back of his throat, his hands coming to rest on Hannibal's thighs.
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Hannibal needed control and this was a substitute for a little while. He moaned, approvingly, and bucked his hips, slow at first.
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Nyx choked a little, but it was hard to tell if it was put on or not, his grip on Hannibal tightening a little as he let the other man take what he wanted.
His magic continued to fill the room, starting to caress the other man a bit through his clothes, searching for more.
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"Do you enjoy that, my dear?" Hannibal asked. He would take but not more than Nyx was willing to give.
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Nyx nodded as much as he could, shifting slightly on his knees as one hand moved from Hannibal's leg to touch himself through his trousers.
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That was enough for Hannibal and he began fucking Nyx' mouth in earnest. He did not hold back, feeling Nyx' magic envelop him with lust.
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Moaning around the length of the other man's cock, Nyx submitted without hesitation. This was the sort of thing nymphs were built for, what they excelled at.
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Well, vampires were natural at dominating (certain vampires aside), and Hannibal gladly fucked Nyx' mouth until he came, without warning.
It was only the start of the night.
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Nyx swallowed him down without hesitation, waiting for Hannibal's grip on his hair to loosen before licking him clean.
It felt good to just switch off and do as he was told, nice to let go again after being so carefully in control of himself. He'd thought Hex might take him there the other week, but then everything had gotten a bit messy... Too many feelings, too much talk of commitment. This was easier, outside the bedroom he and Hannibal barely had reason to even cross paths- Let alone worry about feelings or other complex things.
Content, he rested his head on the vampire's thigh. "Don't suppose you have any wine?"
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"Always," Hannibal said. He tucked himself back into his trousers and got up. "Are you in a rush? If you stay, you're welcome in my bed. I would hate to be thought of as one who takes, but does not give."
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"I'm in no rush," Nyx assured him. And really, if he was going to drink, he was reluctant to go home right away. Struggling with sobriety was something he'd rather keep to himself.
Wine sounded nearly as divine as another bite.
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Hannibal poured them both a glass of wine and sauntered back to his desk.
He offered one to Nyx. "And how have you been?" He asked, politely.
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"FIne. Great," Nyx said, settling back into a seat and drinking his wine like he'd been parched all day. "...Bored," he admitted after he swallowed.
Putting the glass down, he pushed his hair back with one hand and slouched a bit in his seat. "Everything is so bloody boring."
He felt a bit guilty saying it out loud. After all, he should be happy, shouldn't he? Hex was no longer interested in underground fights, he was safe now, home for good. Willy wasn't picking fights anymore, instead back to writing his own music. They spent time together often, and it no longer ended with one of them storming off... Things were good. Happy. Safe.
Boring.
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"I hope that doesn't extend to our weekly meetings," Hannibal teased lightly.
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"I wouldn't come here if I wasn't enjoying it. Getting bit is one of the final thrills I have left," Nyx said honestly. "I suppose I'm just wondering if it was such a good idea getting 'clean'. At least when I was high everything felt like a thrill."
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"As the provider and beneficiary of those bites, I will not comment on getting clean," Hannibal teased. "I rather enjoy you when you're high."
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"I much prefer me high myself," Nyx said honestly, offering a smile and a laugh- Though it didn't quite feel genuine. He could laugh about it all he liked, but there was a sadness there. Nyx loved being loved, but he was the last one to offer it to himself.
The melancholy wasn't allowed to linger though, banished in an instant as he made his way back to Hannibal's lap.
"Bite me again. Hard. Take as much as you dare. I want you to."
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Hannibal chuckled, but didn't let him change his mind. He leaned in, grabbed Nyx and bit him once more.
He drank slowly as that would increase the high....
... but he did not stop.
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There was a spike of pain, then a rush of pleasure, and Nyx moaned as Hannibal drank from him. The fae offered no resistance at first, enjoying as the high enveloped him. Survival instinct did eventually kick in though, and he started to struggle just a little, though he never said stop, and never truly pulled away. It felt too good to truly want it to stop.
Sometimes Nyx thought the only true satisfaction would come if he let Hannibal drain him dry. ... Would that even kill him? It took a lot to kill a fae. He probably should have been concerned by how much the idea sort of aroused him.
Instead he just moaned again and said, "Kiss me."
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Hannibal kissed him and cupped him through his trousers. The fae was quite excited, despite Hannibal having taken quite a bit. "Undress," he then demanded. "I want you naked on my lap."
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Getting up, Nyx looked ever so slightly unsteady as he stripped down, but it wasn't enough to make him stumble. He was clearly feeling it as he took off every scrap of clothing though, giving a little show before settling back on Hannibal's lap.
"And what do I get to see, hmm?" he asked. "Do I get a show, Hannibal? I suspect you like withholding things. You like the power you have in moments like this. That would be an ugly feature on some, but you wear it well. You were made for power- People fall at your feet without even realizing they're doing so, I imagine."
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Hannibal only smiled to that assessment.
"You won't get a show, but you may help me out of my clothes as far as you'd like."
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Nyx took that as an offer, rather than a suggestion. He was happy to peel away the layers, stripping Hannibal down as much as he could while the other man was seated.
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"Would you like a bed?" Hannibal asked, playfully. "Because I would rather like fucking you against this desk."
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