"Fetch me my beverage, butler." Ben spoke in the most authoritative tone he could manage, hands set on his hips as he stood naked in the doorway. "Or I'll be forced to punish you with a severe lack of ass in the next weeks."
Hannibal stared at Ben from his seat on the lounge chair as though he'd grown a second head, squinting slightly in his husband's direction.
"Benjamin, I told you not to accept any drug paraphernalia from the locals. Are you feeling alright?"
Ben bellowed a laugh before ducking back into the poolside resort home, emerging again with shorts on and a drink in each hand. Swaggering over to where Hannibal lay relaxing, he handed the doctor a drink and smacked a kiss on his lips.
"Like a million bucks, babe. How about you?"
Hannibal rolled his eyes in good nature at the hard kiss from Ben, hiding his smile as he accepted the drink and took a sip. The resort that he had chosen, The NorthWest Point in Turks and Caicos, was proving so far to be a choice he commended himself for. With a small private beach and a beautifully furnished home to stay in, Ben was a kid in a candy store in the ocean and the pool. And though the younger man insisted on ditching his clothes as often as possible, to "even out his tan", with the privacy of the beach and the seclusion of the home, Hannibal didn't mind at all. No clothes meant nothing but easier access to his new husband, and that was the cherry on top of the entire honeymoon thus far.
"Wonderful," he replied over the rim of his glass, stretching as he lounged in the chair and let his eyes wander over Ben's bare chest. "You should go shirtless more often."
"I try ta. Every time I do, ya get after me for bein' 'indecent in public'." Ben grumbled softly, downing a healthy swallow of his drink before taking a seat in the chair at Hannibal's side.
"Well, I don't mean in public. I mean around me." The doctor quipped, shrugging his shoulder.
Ben grinned slowly, setting his drink down on the table to the side of his chair. Reaching over the narrow space between he and Hannibal, he let his palm gently rub over the doctors stomach, his voice low and eyes glinting.
"Is somebody, maybe...just a tad...jealous?" He grinned, slipping his hand under the doctor's white cotton shirt to tease his skin. Hannibal did his best to quell the heat that Ben's hand started the moment it touched him, their previous night's escapades seeming days past. Calmy setting down his glass and locking his eyes on Ben's face, Hannibal kept his voice as even as he could, struggling just slightly as the younger man's fingers found his fly and the stiffening flesh beneath it, slowly beginning to fumble with his zipper.
"And so what...if I was?" He asked softly, glancing around once. They were on the small deck of the beach house, no one had come around since they had arrived. All the same, there were no walls around them to hide what they were doing. The thought excited Hannibal more than he cared to admit.
"Oh, it ain't a bad thing..." Ben spoke casually, his hands springing Hannibal's cock free of his shorts, his boxers, slowly stroking the heated shaft to full hardness. "Fact, if I'm ta be honest...I kinda like it when you're jealous."
Hannibal swallowed a groan as Ben's warm hand came in contact with his skin, the younger man's calloused palm sliding torturously slow along his cock, his broad thumb teasing his very tip. His jaw tight, teeth gritted, Hannibal inhaled deeply through his nose and forced a word out.
"Ben..."
"Little impatient there, huh?" Ben grinned slyly as his free hand dropped to his own zipper, quickly freeing himself from the confines of the cloth and wrapping his hand around his quickly swelling dick. Hannibal was pretty fuckin' considerable in size, and the feeling of the doctor's pulse against Ben's palm made his mouth water. Slipping off of his seat and kneeling beside Hannibal's, Ben closed his eyes as the doctor's hand tangled into his hair, leaning forward to press a kiss to the engorged tip of Hannibal's cock. The doctor jerked slightly with the touch, hissing soft enough Ben almost didn't catch it. Almost.
Grinning softly at the effect he was having on his husband, Ben slowly wrapped his lips around Hannibal's tip and sucked softly, working himself slowly as he did so. He felt hot, and not just because of the warm ocean sun beating down on his bare back. He felt heat radiating from the inside, from the pit of his stomach that seemed to be tied in knots with Hannibal's taste on his tongue. Hot, musky, the doctor's unique scent fogging his brain and clouding his thoughts. Taking him deeper into his mouth, Ben's cheeks hollowed as he began to bob his head, one hand dropping to gently work the base of Hannibal's cock as he tongued the tip, his own hand wrapped around himself speeding up.
With his arm slung behind his head, Hannibal at first closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation Ben was bringing to him. The man was talented, unfairly so, with his tongue, his throat, that devilish glint in his eyes. Gently stroking the back of Ben's head and letting the younger man set the pace, Hannibal finally opened his eyes to watch Ben, long lashes brushing his cheeks as he mouthed the tip of the doctor's cock, his hand fisting the base. There was a flash from Ben's hand, sun glinting off of metal, and all at once Hannibal was captivated by the sight of Ben's ring as it pumped slowly up and down, up and down.
The reality of Ben now sharing his last name - a false one, but symbolic nonetheless - had not yet sunk in since the ceremony had drawn to a close. It had been nothing but a happy dream since he had first kissed Ben at the altar, something he was afraid to wake up from since they had settled into the honeymoon and began their life together. Now, watching his husband in his rapture, with the ring that bound them together twinkling in the sun, Hannibal all at once felt the reality of the marriage sink into his skin, wrap itself around his bones, and make its home there once and for all. He smiled and tipped his head back once again, not bothering to hide the long, drawn out groan.
Ben grinned softly as he felt the pressure at the back of his head, Hannibal's hand gently urging him to go deeper, take him farther. He resisted for the briefest moment before inhaling deeply through his nose and taking the doctor down as far as he could in one swift movement. Hearing the sharp inhale from Hannibal above him and holding, pressure building in his groin at the heady sensation of his husband's cock lodged in his mouth, teasing his throat, he came back up for air and let his hand slide along the spit-slicked length of Hannibal's cock, grinning up at the doctor.
"Somebody...might see us." Ben panted, no trace of fear on his face, excitement flushing his cheeks and burning in his eyes.
Hannibal's chest was heaving, his voice a growl as he grabbed a fistful of Ben's hair once again. "Who cares."
Ben moaned as his face was shoved back to work, this time the doctor's hand setting the pace as he worked Ben's head around his cock, hissed commands that made the younger man go nearly limp with how good it felt to be used. His hand pumped his own achingly swollen cock furiously, hips thrusting into his own palm as his release pulled closer and closer.
Hannibal was not gentle with Ben as he fucked the younger man's mouth, knowing that pain would be radiating over his husband's scalp as he yanked and pulled at his hair. He didn't care. His climax was nearing so quickly that rational thought was a laughable notion, his breath catching as his movements became more erratic and less calculated.
"Fuck." Hannibal hissed softly as his body took over, thrusting upwards into Ben's mouth as stars exploded behind his eyes and he let himself go. His lower body jerked once, twice, his tongue held between his teeth as he rode out the throes of orgasm and held on tight to Ben's hair, the feeling of his tongue sweeping over his now-oversensitized head driving him mad.
Ben knew what was coming minutes before it hit him, the way Hannibal's body stiffened and his hips began to jerk, the hot, salty taste of cum over and across his tongue pulling a ragged groan from Ben's chest and his own release from his cock. Panting with his forehead against Hannibal's thigh, Ben rested for a moment, shivering slightly as his hand gently eased him down from his high, both men trying to catch their breath as they laid there, lazy grins on both faces.
"Well that was fun," Ben finally said, grinning sleepily up at his husband. "Thought they said married sex was borin'?..."
"This wasn't technically sex, my love. Perhaps I need to show to you all the different ways that statement is incorrect..."
"J-Jesus...fuck." Ben gasped as Hannibal finally moved off of him, the doctor panting into the younger man's nape with a grin on his face.
"I told...I told you...I'd show you." Hannibal grinned, kissing just below Ben's ear as he rolled into the doctor's arms, legs intertwined beneath the crisp cotton sheets of the bed, now dampened with sweat and the results of passion.
"Did you ever..." Ben mumbled, grinning as he kissed along Hannibal's collarbone. They two men laid there for a long while, both unwilling to move, lazily lounging in the afterglow of hours spent tangled up between the sheets. Ben's limbs and eyes felt heavy, satisfaction flowing like a drug through his veins as he rested in Hannibal's arms. Marriage... what a funny thought. Years past he and his buddies had joked about marriage, the ol' ball an' chain, life as you knew it ended and slavery begun.
Funny enough, this whole marriage thing with Hannibal didn't feel like slavery at all. Ben felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his troubles not completely gone...but shared. Hannibal was at his side to ease the burden and take it onto his shoulders as well, to make the walk just a little easier for Ben. Didn't feel like a ball an' chain to him at all.
"I love you." Hannibal's soft voice cut through the silence that had settled over both of them, a contented sigh slipping from Ben's lips.
"I love ya too," he murmured back, scooting up closer to the doctor and treasuring the little twinge of an ache that resounded up from his ass through his muscles.
Hannibal lazily let his nose skim along Ben's temple, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the younger man's back as he laid in the afterglow of ecstasy. If anyone had of told him ten years ago, hell, two years ago, that he would one day be laying like this, with a man like this...he would have laughed in their face. Strange, how life twists the plans we make. Strange how sometimes the most unthinkable, far off life we could ever imagine for ourselves becomes our reality. And strange how sometimes it's as though that was the life we were designed for all along.
"Let me get you a drink?" Hannibal asked softly, kissing Ben's hair. The younger man nodded and watched as the doctor slid out of bed, padding silently through the darkened hall and out of sight, to the kitchen presumably for the wine. Ben waited and propped himself up sitting in bed, pillows behind his back as he lounged, grinning as Hannibal reappeared minutes later, two glasses of wine in his hand. Ben had never been a wine drinker before he had met the doctor, but he was now finding that it seemed to be an acquired taste.
"Cheers," Hannibal said once he had settled himself back into bed at Ben's side, sitting up with his husband nestled into the crook of his shoulder. He loved watching Ben like this, sleepy and sated, resting against him and ready to fall asleep. He looked angelic, every line on his face wiped away and replaced with an expression of complete peace.
"Hannibal?" Ben's voice interrupted the doctor's thoughts, Hannibal gently kissing the younger man's temple.
"Hmmmm?" He asked softly, lifting his glass to his lips to take a sip.
"What would ya think about having kids?"
Hannibal's wine was expelled violently from his mouth as he spit it out, coating the clean white sheets as he whipped around to stare at Ben. He was met with nothing but an innocent smile.
"Benjamin..."