Previously:

I turned my gaze to them both.

"Come and get me, boys."

They exchanged a glaze and stalked towards the bed.

I breathed deep and Fred settled himself on my left and Hannibal on my right.

"Are you sure Clarice?" Hannibal asked.

"As much as we both want this, baby girl, I don't want to push you."

"Shut it, the pair of you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want this and you know it."

Fred's eyes were soft and shining, Hannibal's looked feral as they fell upon me.

Now:

Fred pressed himself close to my side, I could feel his not so little friend grinding against my hip as he caught my earlobe with his teeth, making me whine.

I'd only considered him as a partner a few hours ago and already he was learning all of my weak spots.

Hannibal lay a little apart from me and Fred as if he was scared to take that step.

I rolled to over onto my right side, so I was facing Hannibal, giving Fred my back.

He didn't seem to mind as he stroked my thigh and rubbed his cock against my ass.

I reached up threading my fingers through Hannibal's dark hair, cupping the back of his head as I drew him in for a kiss.

His lips gently met mine, our lips sliding together as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He was trembling and sighing.

I knew this was hard for him, not only revealing his emotions to us but he hadn't been with anyone in nearly a decade.

He must be so overwhelmed.

Pulling myself to my knees I dislodged Fred as I looked at them.

"Are you alright?" Fred asked breathlessly.

"Yes. But Hannibal isn't."

Fred turned to Hannibal. He was shivering hard, like he was freezing to death.

"What's wrong with him?" The concern was evident in Fred's voice.

"I think it's a defence mechanism. He hasn't been with anyone in nearly a decade. He's overwhelmed, Fred. And when Hannibal gets overwhelmed, he shuts down."

"What can we do?"

I pondered the question for a moment, choosing my words carefully.

"Well… listen, I don't want to shut you out of this, but Hannibal needs to be relaxed."

Fred nodded.

"I suggest we slow this down, let me give Hannibal some special attention while you watch. At least until he's had one orgasm then you can join in again. Ok?"

He shrugged.

"As much as I would love to play with you both, his comfort is the priority. Plus I get to watch you go wild, baby girl."

His flirtatious wink let me know he wasn't that disappointed, he wasn't expecting this much to begin with.

He removed himself from the bed to the large ottoman, giving him a perfect view on me and Hannibal.

"All yours, baby girl."

Licking my lips, I turned back to my lion.

"Hannibal. Hannibal, baby, can you look at me?" I asked gently.

Slowly he nodded and his eyes meet mine.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening?" His voice quivered a little.

"Don't worry, I know what's happening. Let me take care of you."

He nodded slow.

I moved forward, pulling him up as I sat in his lap. Face to face, I stroked his cheek, traced his lips as I whispered sweet nothings to him.

"Let me take care of you, Hannibal."

"Yes." His hiss set me shivering for all the right reasons.

I leaned forward taking his lips in mine again and he moaned against my lips. I swept my tongue over his lips and those perfect teeth. It was surprising that this mouth brought so much pain and yet it brought me only pleasure.

I broke the kiss to suck in much needed air, my face was hot, and I was panting as I trailed my fingers along Hannibal's shoulders, sliding down to unpick the buttons of the clothes one by one.

Every button revealed more of his toned chest, sprinkled with salt and pepper hair. I ran my fingers through the coarse hair sweeping outwards to catch his nipples, which were hard in the cool air of the room.

His hands gripped my ass as he bucked up into me, a loud moan ripping itself from my throat.

I wanted more.

I pinched his nipples between my thumb and forefingers. His head fell back as he let out a shuddering sigh. I can feel him twitching beneath me, eager and wanting.

"OH, Clarice."

He's a lot louder than I thought he'd be.

Smirking I kissed my way down his neck, pausing to leave a hickey where everyone would see it. A sign that he is mine.

"Branding, Clarice? Isn't it a little early for that?" He chuckled was breathy and light.

"You've been mine from the moment we met, Hannibal Lecter."

"And…" bite, "don't…" suck, "you…" kiss, "forget it."

By the time I reached his chest, I had left several marks that were quickly darkening on his pale flesh.

"Never, Clarice. Never." He panted.

I breathed damp air over his hard nipple, watching it tighten, drawing a whimper from Hannibal.

"You're sensitive here, aren't you?"

"Mmmmm…."

I pinched his nipple hard, causing him to gasp.

"I asked you a question, Hannibal?"

"Yes… god, yes."

Delighted by his reaction, I drew the swollen nub into my mouth. Flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud, he growled and outright moaned when I scraped the organ with my teeth.

"Jesus, Clarice."

I could feel his cock, hard between his leg, pressing against my covered core.

"Do you want more?"

Those maroon eyes drew me as I slid further down his chest, trailing kisses and nips all along his abdomen before stopping at his pants.