"Will, have you seen my tie? The red, Italian silk one?"
"Oh, I think I put it in the wash by mistake. You used it to tie me up the other night, it may have ended up in the hamper."
"It's quite alright, I'll use this purple one instead."
Will approached me from behind, looking at me in the mirror's reflection. I was in the process of getting ready for a dinner party at a friend's house, and as always, I was going to look my best.
It had only been three months since Will and I were reunited and our relationship was hardly even public yet. I fully planned on changing that tonight; in fact I was tempted to truss him up to look like my slut; to make it abundantly clear that he was mine.
My lover kissed my neck, and in the mirror's reflection I watched in fascination, the worshipful expression he wore while he mapped my skin with his soft, perfect lips. The feel of his slight facial hair brushing against my neck sent shivers down my spine. But it reminded me….
"Will? Are you not going to shave before we leave?"
"I was tempted to go with the clean shaven look, yes. But you know full well how young I look without my scruff. I would hate any of your friends to make a big deal of nothing, if they perceive me as underage."
A scoff escaped me unbidden.
"You should hardly be concerned with what my so-called friends think of you, my sweet. You are mine, and it matters not what misconceptions their ignorant minds may contrive. But you may do as you wish; shave or no shave."
"In that case I think I'll keep it, but… I was thinking… maybe you should collar me. For tonight…"
"Oh, Will…" I gasped. He had read my mind, surely.
"I would absolutely love to collar you. Will you wear the black leather one I bought you?"
"Yes, I was thinking of that one. Do you need to put me on a leash, or do you trust me to behave?"
"I will bring it along, just in case. But I doubt you will need it. You've been such a good boy lately." My cock was achingly hard in my pants, thinking of Will wearing his collar in public; a display of willing submission and belonging.
"Sounds like a plan… And speaking of… I fully plan on being the one to dominate you, when we return. We take turns, yes?"
"Yes." I said, my voice barely there as my overwhelming arousal was taking over my body.
"Sounds good." He finalized our agreement with a quick kiss to my cheek. "Now… Are you going to help me find something to wear? We better hurry, or we're going to be late."
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The host of the dinner party, Bedelia Du Maurier, greeted us at the door.
"Hannibal. Good to see you."
"Happy birthday, Bedelia." I said warmly, as I held out my small gift bag, the obligatory token of the evening.
"Why thank you… Gifts are being placed in the foyer." She started to usher us inside her home, most certainly checking out my date.
"And I see you brought a plus-one." She said just as we passed her in the doorway.
"Hannibal, aren't you going to introduce this gorgeous young man?"
"Why yes, pardon my rudeness. Will, this is Bedelia Du Maurier…. Bedelia, this is my lover, Will Graham."
"Oh… lover, eh? Never one to mince words, are you Hannibal…" The hostess smirked as she shook hands with Will.
"It's lovely to meet you, Ms Du Maurier. Your home is lovely."
"And so well mannered…" She all but ignored Will's greeting and she spoke directly to me. She must have wrongly assumed that just because my boy was wearing a collar that he was considered the lesser in the relationship.
"Will you allow me to take your coats?" Bedelia offered and we obliged, and we progressed further into the house while she took our coats to the closet.
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Will practically clung to me as we walked into the main living and dining room where couples and singles sat and stood in a random array all about. He was obviously quite nervous, but he tried to project confidence.
Instantly, twenty sets of eyes were fixed on Will and his most seductive outfit. He was wearing a tight v-neck cotton t-shirt, regal purple in color, and black tight skinny jeans which disappeared into his shin-high sleek black leather boots. The leather collar stuck out like a sore thumb in the otherwise stuffy environment that filled the room.
Everyone else was either wearing a suit or dress fit for a gala, making Will's shameless display of his sexuality no doubt shocking.
"Hannibal." Another friend approached me, breaking the awkward silence that our arrival incurred.
"Hello, Jack. It's good to see you. Will, this is my good friend Jack Crawford."
"Hello sir."
Jack shook the collared boy's hand unabashedly, though he was eyeing me the entire time.
"You two… dating?"
"Yes." Will answered boldly. "Hannibal and I are in love."
"Well. For that I am happy. Congratulations."
"Thank you, Jack. You know, Will is in the FBI academy. You and he may work together someday. Will, Jack works for the FBI as well. Perhaps you two should talk and get to know each other."
I all but forced the two to have conversation while I found a place to set the little gift bag I brought. It contained a box of perfume. Some god-awful scent that I knew Bedelia liked. I had very little idea of what else to get her; she and I had not seen each other in years. We were an item at one point, long ago. It was a useless and unfulfilling fling at the time, and it ended shortly after it began. She knew, though it was unspoken, that I preferred the company of the male sex. This cute display, bringing my plus one, trussed up like a prostitute no less, was extremely satisfying and I couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Bedelia gave her superficial, rehearsed greetings and comments to other guests while she made a modified beeline towards me.
"So… What's the story with you and your boy?" She said low enough to keep our conversation just between us.
"Boy? Bedelia, he is a young man."
"Just barely. What is he, eighteen? I didn't realize your tastes ran so young."
"My relationship with Will has nothing to do with taste, Bedelia. He is the love of my life. He makes me happy, and I him."
"Then I guess that is all that matters." She said with so much more behind her voice. She was obviously biting back a venomous accusation that I was a pedophile; or at the very least a pervert.
"I know you mean well, but you would benefit from keeping your disapproving, judgmental comments out of our business."
"My my… I see you've gained a pair of balls. You really have changed. I rather like this new Hannibal."
Always the one with the last word, Bedelia chose that moment to bow out of our conversation, for which I was grateful.
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I returned back to Will, who looked like he was about to begin purring when I placed my arm around his waist and pulled him close.
"Jack was just telling me that he's been looking for a good intern. He's all but offered me the position."
"Did he really? Well, my darling I guess I must warn you now: Jack is simply unbearable to work with." I said with a smile, though only half joking.
Jack gave a fake, stiff chuckle, knowing full well that there was substance to my warning. "Will here sounds quite sharp. I would love to snatch him up as soon as he's graduated the academy."
"I'll think about it." Will said honestly. "And thank you, by the way."
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We made small talk and light conversation, even with people I did not know, and Will was most certainly proficient at making relevant comments, and impressed nearly everyone with his witty tongue. It reminded me to put that tongue to good use later…
Will slinked around the room with me for the rest of the evening, positively reminding me of a cat. He keened when I touched him in front of other guests, and even rubbed his head against my shoulder in a feline manner. I don't think he realized it himself, but he was acting rather touch-starved; hungry for my approval and touch. I absolutely loved this side of my boy, and I encouraged it at every opportunity.
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At the dinner table, while everyone chatted and partook in the meal, my hand wandered to Will's tightly clothed crotch. My actions were well hidden by the table ledge, and I watched in amusement as the color left Will's cheeks; his blood travelling elsewhere.
"H-H-Hannibal." Will stuttered as he tipped a glass of wine to his lips.
"Yes Will?" I said with faux innocence.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing?"
"I-it feels like you're trying to get me all worked up in front of all these people."
"They cannot see you. Look, they are not even paying attention."
"Yes, but one look at me and they will know…"
"Know what, my sweet?" I asked in a cruel tease.
"I-I think I'm going to need to excuse myself to the washroom." He said so quietly even I had a hard time hearing him.
He began to scoot his chair outwards and I made sure to remove my hand from his obvious erection by the time he stood up.
Will nearly limped across the dining hall, and headed towards the small hallway where the guest bathroom was located. His erection must have been sitting quite awkwardly in his tight pants, judging by his strange gait.
I hid my smirk by sipping some more wine. I didn't drink very much, however, since I was planning on driving us home.
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After the self-allotted three minutes passed, I subtly excused myself from the dinner table, in search of my little minx.
I tapped three times on the sliding bathroom door.
"Will? Is that you in there?"
A moment later, the door slid open just enough for my body to slip through, and I quickly obliged.
I locked the door behind me and I was instantly faced with my sweet Will sitting on the porcelain toilet, his tight jeans shoved down to his ankles and his achingly hard cock in hand. The head of his cock was positively weeping with pre-ejaculate; a sure sign that he'd been jacking off.
"My, my, my…." I whispered. "You've been naughty, haven't you, kitten?"
"Yes, daddy."
A surge of lust ran through me when those words left Will's lips. They felt extremely dirty coming from him, and it only increased my arousal; and his as well, by the look of him.
"Come here, kitten. Suck daddy's cock like a good slut."
Will immediately obeyed, practically lunging forward off the toilet to kneel in front of me in the close-quartered bathroom.
My cock was fished out with expert swiftness and care, and my sweet boy didn't hesitate for one second before taking my entire erection into his warm, slick mouth.
"Ohhhh… You're such a good kitten." Words of praise slipped past my lips nearly unbidden as I let myself surrender to his incredible talent.
My cock went deep into his throat, his gag reflex long trained away by my nearly constant use of his perfect mouth.
"Mmmm…" He moaned shamelessly around my girth, the vibrations only increasing my pleasure.
Suddenly I hissed, breathing in sharply through my teeth when Will cruelly teased my member with his own pearly whites.
"Naughty, kitten. No teeth, baby. Not tonight."
Will pulled off, looking a little dejected, though I knew it was an act. The cheeky boy had done it on purpose.
"I'm sorry… Maybe you should use my other hole." He said it softly, so anyone on the other side of the thin wall was unlikely to hear his utterly filthy offer.
"Perhaps I should… Turn around, baby. Let me see your sweet ass."
Will instantly straightened, standing up only to pivot around, bending over the toilet and presenting his pale buttocks to me. It took a bit of skillful balance and grace on his part, due to the fact that his skinny jeans were still around his ankles, trapped by his tightly laced leather boots.
I stole a hefty glob of hand lotion from the bathroom vanity, and enjoyed the sweet peppermint scent that filled the room.
The lotion was cool against Will's scorching and tight rim, and I received a little whimper from my kitten.
"Sshhh… good boys are quiet while their daddy's fuck them in public, my sweet. You want to be a good boy, don't you?"
He nodded wordlessly, his thoughts stolen from him by the feel of my fingers slipping inside him.
"Yes, I know you do… You love it when daddy fucks you. You'd do anything for this cock, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Mmmhmmm." Will moaned and writhed on my exploring fingers. There were three now, the middle finger pressing insistently on his sweet spot.
"Are my fingers enough for you, kitten? You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit…" I stared down at the puddle of precum oozing from the tip of his erection onto the toilet seat lid.
"No, daddy. I need your cock. Please… please fuck me. I want to feel you claim me."
I needed no further encouragement. I slicked my cock crudely with what little lotion was left on my pruned fingers and lined up. My greedy little lover pushed his hips back, and I heard his breath catch as he made the head of my cock slip in.
I smirked, knowing that Will was simply aching to be filled. Like a cat in heat. Not one to keep my lover waiting too long, I thrust in the rest of the way, earning me a sharp whimper from Will.
"Oh fuck… Oh fuck…" Will gasped, trying to be as quiet as he could while I set a brutal pace, fucking him harshly; too much for his senses, and yet not enough.
"I'm gonna come in this pretty ass. You're going to feel my cum dripping out of you as I parade you around that dining room again. Then you'll sit in those dirty, sticky trousers until we get home. Would you like that, kitten?"
"Yes." Will gasped at the idea. His hands were gripping the back of the toilet tank, and my harsh movements caused the porcelain to clank noisily, no doubt audible to the other guests, if they were paying any attention at all.
I brought Will to a modified standing position, my cock still driving in and out, barely missing a single stroke. My lover gripped the back of my head, wordlessly encouraging me to partake in the salty sheen developing on his neck. Unable to refuse, I nipped and sucked on his tangy skin, no doubt leaving bruises and bite marks in my wake.
"'m close, daddy. God, I'm gonna come on your big cock."
"Yes, my angel. Yes, yes… Oh fuck, I'm coming too, my love… ahhh!" I bit down hard on my lover's neck when I came, somehow having the presence of mind to reach around and stroke his cock in tandem with my staggered thrusts.
"Hannibal… Oh Jesus Christ…" Will said under his breath as I felt his muscles tense around my still-pulsing erection and my hand instantly became wet with his warm, sticky fluids.
"Fuck…" Will sighed as he went lax, my cock slipping from his hole as a result of the both of us coming down from our ecstasy.
A few moments later, Will took a fresh wad of toilet paper and began dutifully cleaning up what mess he could see in the dim bathroom lighting.
I noisily slurped Will's cum from my fingers and it earned me a smile that I could just barely see from my angle behind him.
Suddenly a knock on the flimsy sliding door broke our post-coital, blissful silence and Will froze in his tracks.
"Occupied." We both said simultaneously.
Will's hand flew up and smacked himself in the forehead, embarrassed by our mishap.
"What the fuck?" Came a murmured reply on the other side of the door.
I chuckled, amused by Will's blush and sudden rush to get out of the small closet-type bathroom as soon as humanly possible.
"Well, well… looks like we can check exhibitionism off our list of sexual accomplishments."
Will's blush stayed for the duration of our reassembly in the bathroom, though I could tell he was hiding a smile. Just before finally unlocking the door to leave, Will whispered,
"I'm most definitely getting even with you when we get home."