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Hannibal cocked his head in only the slightest of pregnant pauses, doing his best to watch for underlying emotion despite it not being his strong suit. Instead, he tried to look for subtle body modifications, indicative therein of interest, perhaps even just the most marginal amount of fear; Hannibal liked to terrify, if only in the slightest. His blue eyes dipped from holding steadfastly with Rickyâs to glance at that pink tongue moving out to glaze his bottom lip. The blond dared to take another step forward, a rather big one as he was only a handful of feet away from the smaller man, a stance that would draw unwanted attention if Hannibal continued to lean against the post of the machine, bicep bulging, his own body language thrusting just ever so slightly in Rickyâs direction, obviously interested. Heâd be insane not to want to bury his cock deep inside of the brunet, bury, fuck, breed. âIâm assuming you donât need help showering, little one,â the blond taunted, fingers clenching at his sides, resisting the urge to simply mount the boy then and there, in front of an audience that wasnât exactly willing to watch. His head tilted ever so slightly more, eyes flashing with mischievousness and hunger. âEven the spaces in between, hm?â In a bold move, though Hannibal was rarely reserved, he pushed off of the white, metal bar, leaning his lips towards Rickyâs ear while one of his hands cupped the brunetâs cheek in the briefest of gestures. âIt was killing me not knowing if you had my cum dribbling from your tight hole for hours, if you could feel me run down your thighs when you walked,â he whispered. The memory had Hannibalâs cock twitching with interest in his gym shorts as he pushed back to his previous position, voice reverting to its regular volume. âOr, you know, we can definitely wait until youâre done washing up.â The smirk playing on his lips clearly had other ideas.
The way the man moved, his eyes flickering over Ricky's body, he couldnt help but think that Hannibal was checking him out. Whether for admiration, or checking for something else, Ricky wasnt too sure. Not that he minded those eyes on him at all. It was arousing, to think that this man could have whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and for some reason returned to the once-a-virgin Ricky Matthews. Was he still someone Hannibal wanted, even though he was no longer a virgin? Ricky tried not to get ahead of himself. "Uhm, no." Little one. Oh, how sweet that sounded, like pure honey. Boy did Ricky have a sweet tooth. When he felt those words ghost his ear, those devious, dangerous words, goosebumps rose on his skin. The hand on his burning cheeks made it feel so intimate. He couldnt help but think back to their time together. Thinking to when he laid in bed, feeling so spent, so completely pleased, so completely relaxed, the cum dripping from his untrained hole. He wanted to keep it in him for hours. Recalling the Alpha-like man who had taken him such a short while ago. "Uhm-" How does one even respond to that? "Uhm, I really need to shower..." He physically winced at his own awkward tongue pushing out these words. "Th-Then we could go back to mine. " Ricky felt so scared of himself, for how badly he wanted to be with the other. How could the boy who had never watched porn, never jacked off, only felt an orgasm once, be such a cockslut now? "To make the salad." He felt the need to repeat, knowing they would be having something that began with s, but it wasnt salad. "Just uhm, gimme like 3 minutes?" He asked of Hannibal. "I'll be quick." Ricky was fast to assure the man. The boy grabbed for his water bottle and rag, trying not to shake with excitement. The very idea of just being alone with Hannibal was too tempting to say no to. Avoiding throwing himself at Hannibal as he processed his feelings had been hard. He avoided places Hannibal frequented, knowing when he finally saw the man, nothing would stop him from feeling that pleasure again.














