Birthday Promise (movie!H/F)
Title: Birthday Promise
Pairing: movie!Hannibal/Face (ER)
Rating: R for language
A/N: So, since yesterday was LN's birthday, I wrote a little double drabble for a birthday challenge :D (Not betaed)
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"Happy Birthday, Boss."
Hannibal was kissed awake from subtle, loving lips, framed by artful stubble.
"Hmmm." Words didn't want to form at 5am, so the Colonel wrapped his arms tightly around strong, bare shoulders and a tempting waist to kiss his Lieutenant in earnest.
Face gave as good as he got, both not caring about morning breath. His fingers gently massaged Hannibal's scalp, his clothed leg was thrown possessively across the older man's thighs.
"I want a bed for my birthday to fuck you through the mattress, eltee," Hannibal murmured.
Face sighed and rolled them around on their sleeping bags, wriggling his hips suggestively.
"Murdock will give the sign when someone approaches," Face whispered into his CO's ear. "You didn’t allow me to scam a bed, remember?” They locked gazes and Hannibal nodded his head with a regretful expression.
“You can still fuck me…”
“We could switch for my birthday.” A very rough voice actually begged, silver blue eyes sparkling.
“Oh John, I’m honoured.” Face smiled that rare honest smile of his, warm lips brushed against the Colonel’s cheek bones, “but not in half an hour. I’d want to really spoil you for that.”
“After the mission then, promise?”
“Promise.”
F I N (?)
Pairing: movie!Hannibal/Face (ER)
Rating: R for language
A/N: So, since yesterday was LN's birthday, I wrote a little double drabble for a birthday challenge :D (Not betaed)
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"Happy Birthday, Boss."
Hannibal was kissed awake from subtle, loving lips, framed by artful stubble.
"Hmmm." Words didn't want to form at 5am, so the Colonel wrapped his arms tightly around strong, bare shoulders and a tempting waist to kiss his Lieutenant in earnest.
Face gave as good as he got, both not caring about morning breath. His fingers gently massaged Hannibal's scalp, his clothed leg was thrown possessively across the older man's thighs.
"I want a bed for my birthday to fuck you through the mattress, eltee," Hannibal murmured.
Face sighed and rolled them around on their sleeping bags, wriggling his hips suggestively.
"Murdock will give the sign when someone approaches," Face whispered into his CO's ear. "You didn’t allow me to scam a bed, remember?” They locked gazes and Hannibal nodded his head with a regretful expression.
“You can still fuck me…”
“We could switch for my birthday.” A very rough voice actually begged, silver blue eyes sparkling.
“Oh John, I’m honoured.” Face smiled that rare honest smile of his, warm lips brushed against the Colonel’s cheek bones, “but not in half an hour. I’d want to really spoil you for that.”
“After the mission then, promise?”
“Promise.”
F I N (?)