double fisted poetry

Save the half with the pussy, is my advice. The other end is too goddamned earnest.

Settle down, Antony. 

The two of you… in my bed.

HUGH DANCY HAS THIS MUCH LOVE FOR THE #FANNIBALS

When he turns back, Hannibal looks more at ease. He grins. “You’re safe,” he says. “For now, at least.”

He goes over to Anthony and kisses him. If this all goes belly-up he can make some excuse - late to an appointment or dinner with his wife - but for now he should at least try to indulge.

He peels the shirt from his shoulders and lets it drop, reaches out to smooth his hands over Gregor’s chest, feels the crisp of hair under the fabric, pushes his fingers across until he feels the nub of a nipple.