Previously:

"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.

Now:

I placed a gentle kiss above his navel, my hands settling on his hips.

My eyes never left his, not even when he bit his lip.

"I asked you a question, Hannibal." I purred.

I could see the hesitation in his eyes.

I ran one hand from his hip to knee, guiding it up and out, spreading them so one leg rested on either side of my body.

"Answer me, Hannibal."

"Yes… yes…" he whispered.

My gaze flicked to Fred, who was leant forward, elbows resting on his knees watching intently.

I grinned as I undid the lace on Hannibal's trousers, relieving the pressure but not drawing them down just yet.

I kissed Hannibal belly, softening with age, but I could still feel the corded muscle underneath. I shimmied his trousers down just a little to run my tongue over the hollows of his hips, causing him to buck softly.

I sat up on my knees and slid away from him, drawing his trousers and underwear down and off, bearing him to my heated gaze.

He threw his arm over his eyes, hiding himself from my gaze.

I slid back to my former position reaching for his hand, drawing it away.

Those maroon eyes meet mine and I smiled gently.

"Don't hide from me."

"Clarice…"

His tone made me pause.

I ran my hands up his sides and over his chest, soothing him.

"I'm…"

"It's ok, Hannibal."

He shook his head.

"Clarice… I'm… I'm shy…"

I was stunned.

I hadn't expected that from the cool and confident Doctor Lecter.

But this isn't Doctor Lecter.

This is Hannibal.

I could see Fred's stunned, wide eyed on the outskirts of my vision.

He's as stunned as I am.

It made sense given the fact no one had touched him in more than a decade and his body wasn't in its prime anymore but to me he was still beautiful.

"You're beautiful, Hannibal."

I hadn't spoken, Fred had spoken my thoughts aloud.

Fred caught my eye and I gave him a quick wink, letting him know it was ok.

He swallowed hard before he spoke.

"You're beautiful." Fred repeated.

Hannibal's eyes widened and looked a little moist.

He doesn't believe him.

Fred didn't need my encouragement to continue.

"From your eyes, wet with tears to your cheeks flush with heat."

I ran my fingertips over those heated cheeks to emphasise the words.

"Your delicate hands that know how to heal as well as hurt, your chest that heave with the breath our angel has stolen from you, those long legs and the way they tremble around Clarice's body letting us know how aroused you are…"

Hannibal's legs clenched tight around me and I could feel the shaking in them.

"I can see how hard you are, how much you crave our angel and I can see how much she wants you…"

Smiling I kissed Hannibal's hips again.

"I can how dark those blue eyes are with her desire for you, how her fingers clench around your hips, the way she squeezes her thighs together to try and relieve that delicious ache between them…"

Encouraged by his word, I kissed Hannibal's inner thigh, tearing a quiet gasp from him but his eyes were locked on Fred.

"I can imagine how wet she is for you… for us… I know how sweet she will taste on your tongue and the sounds she makes when you suck on her clit…"

Moving up to face Hannibal's slender length, my thighs clenched. I could feel the throbbing in my pussy but pushed my own desires aside.

This was for Hannibal.

"I know how beautiful she looks when she cums… her eyes blown wide as she fights to keep them open… the way her body trembles so hard you have to hold her down as she rides it out…"

As I licked the tip of Hannibal's prick, our moans echoed each other.

I drew back observing Hannibal, my eyes raking over him as he squirmed and looked away, but my feather light touches along his length, forced his gaze back to me.

I kissed back up his belly, returning to those oh so sensitive nipples.

Before he could say a word, I bent over and took a hard bud into my mouth, sucking strongly.

His hips bucked hard almost throwing me off him, his head tossed back, mouth hanging open.

"Ngh… Clarice…"

"What do you want, Hannibal?"

"…" Hannibal mumbled something I didn't quite catch.

"I didn't catch that, love."

I took the opposite bud into my mouth, rolling the damp one between my fingers.

"More! Touch me more Clarice, please."

Without saying a word, I slid my hand down taking his throbbing length in a loose fist.

"Oh god… Clarice… please"

I fisted him using long, gentle strokes, enough to keep him on edge but not yet enough to push him any closer to the edge.

"Ah…. Mmm… Clarice… don't tease me."

"Oh, she's not." Fred said breathily.

Hannibal made a noise, somewhere between a moan and a huff.

"She's preparing you for the next step."

"Next step?" Hannibal questioned.

With a sly smile, I slid my way back down.

I raised myself up on my elbows, so I could still see his face.

Panting and flushed, he pushed me away gently. His eyes darting to mine panicked.

"You don't… have to…"

I shook my head.

"I want to."

Before he could protest further, I took his throbbing prick into my mouth.

Gasping at the heat, I could see he was almost overcome, and I fought to reign in my own desires.

I bobbed my head gently, my technique obviously betraying my inexperience and more than once I almost caught him with my teeth, but Fred gave me some gentle pointers and I eagerly resumed my task.

"Wrap you lips around your teeth, baby girl."

Nodding, I took Hannibal in again and watched as he shoved his fist into his mouth to stifle the noises escaping him. Saliva dribbled down his chin, but Fred snatched it away before I could and pressed it to the bed as he knelt beside the bed.

Hannibal was a prideful man and tried to bite down on his lip instead, but Fred drew it out gently. Running his thumb over the swollen lower lip, he whispered in Hannibal's ear.

"You're beautiful, ethereal and so utterly delicious Hannibal… I can't wait to have my own taste of you. I wonder how sweet you will be when I make you come with my mouth, just like Clarice is doing right now."

Hannibal gave up turning his face into Fred shoulder, allowing all of his moans, whimpers, and sighs to escape, as Fred ran a gentle hand through Hannibal's hair, still whispering delicious nothings in his ear.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, and he bucked, filling my mouth with his delicious hardness. I moaned, sending sweet vibration up his length.

"Ahhhhhh… God Clarice… st- stop…"

I lifted my head.

"Is it bad?"

"Oh no, baby girl… you're going to make him come if you keep going."

I whimpered, meeting Hannibal's gaze.

He looks wrecked.

"Hannibal… I don't mind… I find the thought of you cumming in my mouth very… very… appealing."

"Jesus, Clarice."

I dove straight back in, bobbing and sucking, hollowing my cheeks out as Hannibal made the most arousing noises as I devoured him.

The throbbing between my legs was getting stronger.

I don't know how much longer I can hold back.

I felt Hannibal reach down and take a handful on my auburn hair in his hand.

Flicking my gaze up, I watched as Hannibal curled the other hand around Fred's head, drawing him down for a heated kiss.

He pushed me down further as Fred's tongue claimed his mouth.

Unable to fight my desire any longer, I plunged a hand between my slick folds.

I moan hard around Hannibal's cock, causing his hand to clench in my hair as I drove two fingers inside myself.

I pushed myself down further and gagged a little.

I pushed off, taking a deep breath and fighting the urge to cough.

Hannibal whined and bucked his hips up, following my mouth as Fred pinched his nipples and kissed down his neck.

"…beautiful…"

Hannibal's eyes fluttered open.

I smiled as I took him back into my mouth, working my way down slowly, fighting my gag flex for the last few inches but I managed to take him all in.

His spine arched as my lips stretched around the base of his cock.

"Clarice…" he hissed.

I lifted and plunged down again, taking him into my throat, taking small breaths through my nose.

"Clarice… Clari…"

I knew he was so close.

Once more I swallowed him to the base, my eyes never leaving his face.

"Clarice… I'm… I…"

I rose and gently scraped my teeth over the sensitive head of his cock.

"I'm… ahhh…. Cumming…"

The last part dissolved into a moan as I gave a strong suck and he came apart in my mouth. My cheeks filled as he spent himself and I swallowed down the sweet, bitter liquid.

"mmmmmmm… Clarice… fuck!"

As I swallowed the last of his cum, I let his softening length slip from my mouth as Fred drew back.

Hannibal shook and trembled as the last of his orgasm left him.

He panted hard as he eyes met mine, the fire hadn't died one bit.

In fact, it was stronger than ever as he reached for me, pulling me up and reversing our positions.

"My turn… Clarice." He purred.